The Autistic Blogger

    Accepting anyone is pretty important, let alone someone with autism. We rely on people accepting us despite being different, so we can feel like the world accepts us. I never got the chance to feel what accept felt like from my family, because none of them had a clue as how to raise me. Instead of feeling accepted by my own family, I felt like I didn't fit in at all and no one liked me because of who I was. It slowly began to make its way outside from my family, and soon enough, teachers, social workers, and anyone that knew about my disability, didn't accept me for who I was. Trust me when I was that accepting someone with autism is probably the most helpful thing that you can do. Why you may ask, because it allows us to feel comfort and relieved that people accept us for not being like the rest of the world. Since no one ever accepted me, I eventually had to accept myself. This was around the beginning of high school, when I realized that I was getting older, and I ...

    Accepting myself is one thing, but others accepting you is another. People not accepting me when I was younger greatly lowered my self-esteem, and as a result I didn't accept myself. Others however, didn't care about having a disability, and considered their life as normal. Take my cousin for example, he doesn't really allow others to get in his life, he has friends and family that accepts him. I have neither of that. Others bullied me for something that wasn't my fault, my aunts and uncles which are the worst people in the entire world will make fun of me every single time, so I have to hide in a bedroom or a closet just to save myself the embarrassment, and my friends don't know about my secret. Why does all of this happen, why do people confuse my disability, for a sickness, for a disease, for a temporary phase? It's all because people don't see me beyond my label. People think that autism takes control of me, and it's the same story for everyone ...

    People never understand that autism doesn't define the individual. It took me years to realize this. Eventually, through bullying, discrimination, and events that I had to witness, everyone including me, realized that I can do things that any other individual can do, if not better. People hindered me from achieving greater things in the past because they only saw the outside of me. They never understood that I was capable of handling what they thought was too difficult tasks. I was doubting myself for years, and around the same time, I would be doing the golden gate bridge, Eiffel tower, and the statue of liberty out of paper, as well as making 100 page stories (some were 200). What other 10 year boy was able to accomplish that? I obviously knew that I had such an amazing talent that made me, me, even though it took me years to figure out. It really is crazy when I say that my disability was actually giving me an advantage, and in reality everyone on th...