Secrets on top of secrets
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