The Autistic Blogger

    Yes I am different, so what? Besides the fact that I have a disability, there's lots of other things that set me apart. I love adventuring and letting myself free, I am a very joyful and fun person, and I write blogs so I share my experience with the rest of you guys. Now in days, it's getting harder and harder for me to be accepted in society, even by my own family. It sucks that I have so many exceptions in society that I wish I was apart of, even if I prove myself. No matter how hard I try to prove that something that I have to live with for the rest of my life doesn't necessarily affect me in any bad way, people don't seem to have that in mind, including my own family. Lots of these situations have happened to me before, and in this blog, I want to list the ones that have affected me the most.     Elementary school was where I started to gain all my knowledge about reality, at least my reality. I kept getting bullied by kids that I didn't even know, for th

    I'm considered different, my cousin is considered different, so what? Is there anything wrong with being different? In today's society, if you're autistic, you're considered different in a awful way. Hand-flapping, annoying noises, reduced speaking, that's actually considered bad for the majority of the population. I mean for me being different is probably better in my scenario, since it actually increases my intelligence, but what about my cousin, who repeats every single word on his video games. I don't mind at all, since I understand that it's part of his personality and that's what he likes, despite his mom thinking otherwise. It annoys me that because of this so called different is "bad," we as the individuals have to suffer, and don't we have it bad already? From the eyes of someone who hates autistics, I'm seen as an abomination to the rest of the autistic community because I'm not the autistic person that people first th

    As much as I hate having a disability because the people around me make it hard on me, I try to continue forward, with a big smile on my face. After all, I have a future ahead of me. I'm already on the top 10 for my graduating class, which as exciting as it as, it doesn't surprise me at all that I have achieved this far. Even though lots of factors are blocking me from achieving my goal, such as having a old, cheap, rusty laptop which glitches if I just zoom in on a photo, having such unsupportive family who don't believe in me, and did I mention the second one? I find life stressing that I have to hide my disability from my best friend whom I share all my secrets with, but it's not hiding. Hiding my secret would mean temporarily removing my disability, which of course is impossible. The truth is, I'm actually masking my disability, shielding it so that way it doesn't escape. Of course, I realize I'm not alone in this one, which is the reason why I ever

    Well it's that time of the year again, for me at least. The one 'holiday' that I hate the most is this Monday, being my social coordinator visiting my house to talk to me. Honestly, I wouldn't have a problem with her coming over since she's more supportive then all my aunts and uncles combined, but the thing that sets me off is the kind of reports that she does. Whenever I sneak in to my mom's room when she's at work to find my report since she doesn't like it that I read the report for whatever reason, the coordinator always puts something wrong on my IEP that gets me so angry. The bigger problem is the fact that they can't change or edit my report after the final draft, so if something she writes is wrong, people are going to read complete lies. Moving that aside, the topic that I'm going to talk about today, is that the individual limit themselves. This might be my first conversional blog that I write, but bare with me as you read the foll

    Friends, cousins, and just about everyone else in this world has to live a lie, because of me. I have to pretend to be someone I'm not to live to other people's expectations. That's not to say that I'm not smart or near the border of normal and autistic standards, but the horrifying past that I had to live through, I try to wipe if off my memory and move on with my life. But I can't, because I have made it this far to becoming normal and making sure that what I went through as a child, never occurs to anyone again. In today's blog, I want to share which  people I had my disability from, and which people I wish wouldn't know about my disability.     First and most obviously, my friends. Knowing my best friend since the third grade when I moved schools, I was glad that I mainstreamed out of the special ed classrooms because if I were to mainstream later, I wouldn't have meet my best friend to this date. We have been almost everywhere in southern Cali

    By now, all of you should know that thanks to my autism, I had become someone that I never thought I would become. All my experiences, goals, and relationships have brought me up to this day, and most of it wasn't pretty. I know, I can never get rid of my disability, the other side of me, but that's what I always wished for because of my past, where I was insecure and everyone would choose me as the laughingstock. Sure, maybe it's bad for me, but others with the disability live their life happy and carefree, which I want everyone to live. Lots of people care about these individuals, want the best for them, despite the circumstances, and sometimes even forget that such 'disability' ever exists. I have read many stories about parents with kids, or just a parent's point of view, or even some with the disability itself. Many don't really interest me, or appeal to my liking, but some actually touch my heart, and it causes me to get a huge smile on my face.

    As much as I hate being discriminated, I hate it even more when others do it to other individuals. My cousin, who's 13 is the only other autistic individual in the whole family tree, but his is a little more intense. Like I've mention before, he actually doesn't really like to talk to anyone besides his family, and his personality also shows it, unlike me. Also, I might be sort of exaggerating at this point but whenever I'm on my Instagram (my blog account) and I look at posts that talk about autism in any way. As I take a peek at the comments, some say "congrats for being an autistic parent" or "congrats for knowing someone with someone with disabilities" etc. I think to myself, what's so special about that? People are no doubly spreading awareness about autism, and while most of them have good intentions of doing so, most of the people write things that look more like discrimination than anything else.     I visited a gofundme a while bac

    It's been months since I've been writing blogs, and that's mainly due to the fact that I was in summer school. If you didn't read any earlier blogs, I was selected out of 623 high school freshman (and 8 others) to be in a accelerated class which grants me another accelerated class for my sophomore year. It was a great experience mainly since I actually had to take that class at another school (I was actually before I signed up for this certain class that there was a possibly that it was going to be in another school, but I still agreed since it was a great opportunity to resist. On the bright side, the other school was only 6 blocks away from my main school) and how since there was 41 students in that class, their were students from different schools and I was able to meet so many people, some which I talked to a lot, and some I rarely talked to. What was most exciting was that I had my best friend Jake in that class (were both extreme nerds) and I was glad that we

    I have meet lots of autistic individuals throughout my life, and of course they all have different personalities. Knowing lots of people and hearing their opinions is great and all, but hearing is all I've heard. As you might not heard, all the autistic individuals that I have meet are all verbal. I mean, that's a pretty good thing to hear but I hadn't gotten to met the more severe kids, the ones that actually need my help. I am more than welcome to give them a helping hand at any time, but I just hadn't gotten to meet one of the kids. Even if the kids at my school have a severe disability, they are still verbal which is kind of weird in two ways: Either the numbers are wrong and they're not as many non-verbal individuals as others would say or I am for some reason only able to find verbal autistic individuals and the other non-verbal individuals are somewhere else in the planet. When I thought I was never going to meet a non-verbal individual, I saw him.    

    Fidget spinners, the best thing for now. They're everywhere, from schools to everyday roads. The spinners themselves are awesome. The idea of having this instead of Fidgeting with other things is game changing. Although I don't have a large fidgeting problem and I don't plan to buy one anytime soon, I have come upon a few situations with the spinners, but it's not the spinners themselves that are causing the problem, it's the people that are giving negative comments about them. It's not even the spinners themselves that are the problem that people are talking about, it's the people that are meant to use this.     When I first heard about them, they still weren't in consumers hands so I was thinking the same thing as others: this is a really cool idea. Fast forward two weeks later, and everywhere you go these things are also there. I don't find a problem with them like I said, because they seem like they can help lots of kids. I know that they w

    Everything up to this point has shaped me up to what's going to happen in the future. I received yet another quarter progress report and I received yet another 4.0 GPA. At this point, getting a 4.0 seems rather standard for me and I don't feel excited anymore. Of course, if I get anything less than that (even a 3.99 which I'm pretty sure is impossible to get at my school), I will become disappointed. I also enjoy running. Running not only adds a extra cushion of fitness in my lifestyle, but I mainly enjoy the views around me, and that in itself shows me that I really love exploring. I also enjoy writing stories. When I was young, all the books I read (not including A,B,C's of anything like that) seemed uninteresting to me. The books that I enjoyed were adventure books (of course) and since their weren't any adventure books that I desired (all the books I read either followed the hero's journey or was in first person view in which I wasn't able to hear ot

    Secret, if there was a way to describe my whole life up to know, it would be a secret life. Having to hide my true identity from basically the whole world, being someone who I'm really not, making sure that every second of my life I try to achieve that goal of fitting in with the rest of the normal community, and I am achieving it so far. Having the ability of achieving high GPA's, high IQ's, high social skills, high creativity skills, even high skills that seem rather useless such as high sneaky skills (it could be rather useful sometimes). Although my friends don't know the truth, random strangers who see me taking a peaceful stroll every day don't know the truth, I know the truth and that's enough to keep me up my feet and making sure that every last piece of the truth stays locked behind bars. Ever since the second grade when I found out the truth, I have never been quite comfortable with even just a random stranger asking "is anything wrong with hi

    Yep, it's all over the news on the San Bernardino school shooting. I couldn't believe that someone could be so heartless when I heard the news. I found myself upset because I just found this unbelievable that a husband will kill her own wife in a classroom. I felt like staff around the school had to step up their game with protecting the students. I also later realized that one of the students who were shot died at the hospital. I felt even worst afterwards because he could've done so much in this life and his life was taken away like that! My thoughts, my opinions, my feelings all changed quickly when I realized that that class was a special ed classroom.     A class in which I would've land in if my autistic scale was higher. I felt bad in a completely different way now because I realized that those kids are like me in a way. I couldn't believe this because it was kids that are like me. Their going to remember this moment for the rest of their lives, and I c

    Someone told me the other day, why am I hiding this from my family, and why do I choose to remain anonymous from anyone else? I answered my family wouldn't understand why I'm doing this. The fact that I don't want anyone to see me as autistic, my mom sees that as a stage in my life that should go away in a while. My mom sees me as a 14 year old with high hopes of completing something huge that will never happen for me because of who I am. I hate it when I get treated differently by my WHOLE family just for who I am. So, whenever there's family gatherings, I rather stay inside my room by myself, because that's the way it has been my whole life, and it's going to stay this way until I go to college in another 4 years. Until then, my blogs have been my only way of expressing what I have to share to the whole world, what I can do to make a difference. Right now, there's been lots of complications in my life, I don't understand why it's been going bad