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...

    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 Ca...

    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. ...