The Autistic Blogger

    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...