We Must Be Doing Something Right.

Last night was family movie night and it was my turn to pick, so Dad took Indy and I to the rental place, and when we were paying I was mistaken for my mother and Dad said no she's Chloe the one who has a permanent shadow. the lady took a look over the counter and saw Indy and said I didn't even notice him. What a compliment. we must be doing something right.
I hope every one had a happy holiday.
Chloe and Indy

Aspergers and the Public School System.

I went to public school for eight years. For all of those years I was undiagnosed. To put it bluntly it was AWFUL. I had regular meltdowns, but they wouldn't tell my parents. Although I have the original involved parents. They talked to my teachers regularly, the teachers never told them anything. We're pretty sure my grades were fudged. I was belittled by the other kids who liked to make me feel worthless. The bullying was so bad that my folks went behind my back to the principal. Even then I was then one who got punished. If my parents talked to someone it made things worse for me.
I'm not writing about this to upset anyone but if people read about my experiences, maybe it'll help them somehow.
My parents pulled me out of public school after grade 7 and put me into a catholic cyber school where I stayed for 3 years. I enjoyed the rest of Junior high well as much as any kid can. Then I hit my educational plateau in grade 10.
We later found out from Dr.s that I shouldn't have made it through elementary school, let alone Jr. or Sr. high.
I did eventually end up in a special Ed class at the local public high school. But that did not really work either. And I was pulled just before the end of the year.

Chloe and Indy

Aspergers, Autism, and Me

My Doctors and my Counselor say I have Aspergers Syndrome. Which as some people know is a form of high functioning autism. But what my parents and I call my disability or disorder as some pro fer to call it and I don't wish to offend anyone. Differs depending on the day and the situation. My family knows I have aspergers and that it's on the autism spectrum. But If I'm having a really bad day, or someone asks what type of service dog I have or the most popular question, is that a seeing eye dog? I tell them no, He's a autism service dog I'm autistic. or as I say tistic, on rough days or with strangers I tend to lose some vowels.

I suppose what I'm trying to do here is explain how the spectrum affects me. And what it means to me. I know people are looking for a cure. and that's okay as long as they don't try to force it on others. Because if I was offered a cure I probably wouldn't take it. Being on the spectrum isn't what makes me me but it is a part of me. And I've spent 19 years like this I don't always like it but I was made this way for a reason, and it's probably a good reason. I mean the big guy up stairs doesn't make mistakes. So the least I can do is live the life he gave me.

Well Indy's telling me it's time to go to sleep
so I'll come back to this subject again another time

Chloe and Indy