Stay A Sprinkle: High School Speech (2015) Written by Lillian Carrier Being an outcast is something most people fear. I have never had an issue with it. My mind has always put the strange and weird into a category of great things. I feel complimented when people call me weird. This may seem strange to most people, but take for instance the term “Normal”. I don’t think anyone wants to be called “Normal”, or any
The Land of Fear and What Ifs Co Authored by Chloe Estelle and Gail Carrier So, first day of school. We all remember that right? The importance of that first impression, leading to picking out the first day outfit. All the effort going into what things could possible go wrong. What if I walk into the wrong classroom? What if I sit with the wrong people? What if I forget my pencil? What if I
While my cousins were running around, playing tag and pretend and hide and seek- I was sat with my nose in a book. When my family went on vacations- I was sat with my nose in a book. While my peers were listening to the teacher’s lecture- I was sat with my nose in a book. Whenever I had a chance to read, I was reading.
I have a dog, his name is Benji and he is not like any other dog. If you’ve read the title, you’ve probably figured out that he is a service dog. He was trained for a long period time by professionals and he was trained specifically for me. When I decided that I was going to switch schools and move across the country, I decided this was the moment that I needed a service dog.
I locked myself in my bathroom one weekend. I had placed all these pillows in my bathtub and curled up behind my computer screen. I shut a word out that I didn’t quite fit into, that was very painful. I locked my parents out who were trying to take my safe place away and keep it barred away from me in a safe.
Each year, these awards ceremonies meant less and less to me. I saw how easy my peers made it through the school day. I saw how their 30 minute homework assignment took 2 hours for me. My peers extra curricular activities included sports and art and volunteering while my extra curricular included sensory overloads and doctor visits and tutors and councilors. I lived in a world that continued to seem harder and harder compared to
Dear Mom and Dad, Never once in my life have I ever thought that my mom or my dad was the bad guy. You guys have always been my mom and dad, not the enemy. So, I’m imagining the days that I came home from school. Throughout the day, the world reinforced these ideas that “I am not capable.” All day I had to stifle these emotions and be in a loud sensory filled environment.
I used to eat the same meal for lunch every day. My parents would make me the same meal until I asked for something different. This normally lasted a month or two before I switched to something new. I would then get out of my routine and visit my grandparents. At 11:30 AM when I was supposed to have lunch, I would walk into the kitchen and sit down at the table and wait. My
Having autism, transitions have always been difficult. Especially going from a preferred activity to a non preferred activity or even just leaving a preferred activity can be difficult. Especially when I was younger, having something really enjoyable take place was a rarity and I wanted to hold onto it as long as I could. I just didn’t understand clinging too long would turn into a sensory overload or a melt down. I didn’t have the