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Wait no my old school, how could I forget about all the events that made me leave!

Over the past few years I repeatedly have been getting different chronic illnesses linked with stress. Once I find out the cause they tend to fade however my current one is autoimmune and has stuck around for more than a year so we'll see... Anyway, at this point in time my neck was very sensitive to the touch because who knows what was going on with my body at that time. Anyway, in my old school you needed a note to have any leeway which seems fair enough but the thing is 1. Due to my other ailments my attendance was AWFUL 2. My school was obsessed with attendance 3. They began to physically bar me from leaving until it hit a time that would mean even if I left early, it wouldn't change the records. This meant my appointment times had to be on their terms which is hard with the NHS... So I hadn't been able to get it checked out but I did have an appointment the next day. I was in so much pain that even tightening my tie would make me cry and guess what the headteacher asked me to do? She then said I should either listen to her or leave the school and uhh... that's exactly what I did. If you won't give me a day off the rules when I am clearly crying from pain, I don't want to stay.

I also had a student show me a knife and joke that they would hurt me with it. I technically got threatened by being cut/stabbed multiple times by another student but in this one case it was a joke but this student a) should not be carrying a weapon 2) said something that made me concerned for his and other's safety. So, I reported it to the school. I was then interrogated by a teacher who showed me a USB and suggested that is what I actually saw. She then tells me that lying is serious and basically threatened to exclude me and showed she thought I was lying. This gave me a panic attack and when she was questioned she changed the details. I was furious. Nothing happened to him.

The school also had this rule where you could wear coats outside, you could put them in your locker but if they caught you carrying them between outside and your locker they would be taken from you and kept for a long period of time. This meant during winter when it was snowing or pouring with rain they would force you to take your coat off outside in a line (this is the whole school) and then if you had it visible inside the building take it?????

The head teacher also made a dumb rule where if your phone went off they would take it for a week and only your parents could pick it up. They TRIED to do this to me. Here is why that was dumb because I am not opposed to schools punishing students when their phones are on. 1) our school was in a dangerous area. People got mugged, beat up etc. Taking students phones meant that when things were bad, they had no way to ask for help. 2) This dangerous are was near a rich area with good schools. This meant none of the kids from my school lived near by and were all around an hour away. Some lived multiple hours away. Imagine being an 11 year old kid with no phone leaving your school at 4 in winter when it's dark, even later if you do a club and then having to go on a journey which is 2 hours minimum if all your transport comes on time. Sometimes busses are 20 minutes apart.... You have no phone. 3) What if your parents have jobs far away/are unable to pick up your phone? Now here's why this was particularly stupid for me: I am an autistic student who gets seizures (we didn't know that they were non epileptic at this point) and very, very, very bad panic attacks which could sometimes leave me unable to speak. I had to beg to keep my phone and I was lucky that the one teacher happened to have a soft spot for me and broke the rules.

In general that school didn't take my multiple conditions into account and I would frequently be given mini heart attacks when I was almost punished very severely before my tutor stepped in and was like "Hey she was in hospital for like a week and you have the evidence".

We couldn't hang out in groups bigger than three because that was apparently a "gang" and so when people looked out their windows and saw us they would apparently be intimidated. This was in our playground. Why would people be looking in? Also, if you are in a group of four and the least popular friend guess what happens?

Lastly, you often got blamed when things happened to you. I would complain someone touched me without my consent only to get told off because I, a touch averse autistic person with anxiety whose brain shuts down when I feel threatened, raised my voice when they did so. So happy I left.

In 8th grade, my FACS teacher didn't ever tell me or my roster teacher that that this entire journal was graded. Therefore I got a D-.

In a construction class that I took in 11th, the teacher went too far with me a few times. One time in particular he said "sorry, I wasn't speaking your language"

During the majority of my middle school years, I (like many fellow misfits) was picked on a lot primarily by a pair of idiots who believed that if one manages to keep the target within close range, the bully will become more popular.

Of course, this was nonsense but given my status at the time, I didn't had much of a choice but to allow the bullies to continue seeing me as an easy target and to keep details about the encounters to myself.

In late 2002, when I began seventh grade and met my first AS "brother" (of course I did not know what AS was), that was when my middle school years turned into hell.

A specialist who worked me and my "brother" to help us fit in, make friends, and understand AS revealed what AS was to us about approximately one month after we met each other. Of course given our ages at the time, we thought our specialist was making up something to keep us from having more anxiety meltdowns in the presence of peers. The specialist then told us that in order to stand up for ourselves, we should see each other outside of school as much as possible.

We obliged.

When word spread about us amongst our peers, two teachers took over for the bullies; the teachers were our math teacher and our foreign language teacher. The foreign language teacher was from Russia and our math teacher was just a dick who loved picking on students who he believed did not deserve a proper education.

Our math teacher (whenever I had an encounter with a bully) threatened me by saying that if I continued allowing the bully to continue, I would have been the one sent to the principal's office and not the bully.

Our foreign language teacher threatened me whenever I had a meltdown by saying very much the same thing but also that if people from Russia took time to visit Portland, I would be introduced to them but also be taken back to Russia with them.

Because of how much damage the middle school years did to me and my NT sister, our mother enrolled us at an alternative high school that was located near her own place of work within a popular area of Portland. Such differences that made our high school years great for us were (but not limited to):

-All teachers went by their first names instead of their surnames.

-There was no gym.

-Hardly anyone was bullied.

-All students were allowed to buy lunch from nearby eateries.

-Some peers were okay with being in the same class as someone completely different.

-Peers who had trouble fitting in (such as myself) got help from popular peers.

Usually when a teacher was having a bad day he or she would take it out on me, because I was hypersensitive to moods and the more I tried to keep a low profile the more I unintentionally was in the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up getting shouted at.

When I was 8 the whole class was talking (except me) when the teacher wanted to say something. It was nearly the end of the school day, and the teacher threatened to keep us all in for half an hour extra unless they stopped talking. I took it seriously and started to panic and said, "but I want to go home." The teacher yelled at me in front of the whole class - which I thought was ironic because I was the only child in the class who wasn't talking, and I just got anxious and ended up being yelled at for it. Bearing in mind that this teacher KNEW I had AS and anxiety.

When I was 5 I unintentionally pulled a chair away just as the teacher's assistant was about to sit on it and she fell on to the floor. The teacher shouted at me so loud that the whole class went quiet, and I felt so frightened and started to cry. It was all an accident but I was punished for it. I was often the scapegoat in this particular school year. She could have approached it in a more professional manner, like taking me out of the classroom and asking me what had happened, rather than showing me up in front of everyone and assuming that I'd intentionally hurt the assistant. I think that had triggered off my emotional sensitivity of being yelled at by authority figures.

When I was 7 I was struggling with my sums. All the other children had finished their sums and were doing another activity, but I was made to sit in the corner and finish my sums before I could participate in the class activity. The teacher was busy with the other children, so I sat there struggling. Then when she came over to check, she yelled at me for not finishing my sums, and told me I had to stay in detention the following lunch to finish them off. I don't think that was fair to punish a child for struggling.

When I was 15 I had an art teacher who often had terrible mood swings. We were doing this rather complicated artwork but he threatened to give anyone who spoke a detention, so I didn't like to ask anyone for help on my work. Suddenly he ran into the classroom next door that was rather noisy, and shouted so loud at them to be quiet (despite there being a teacher in there), and we all jumped fearfully. When he came back into our classroom I felt a little nervous in case he might say I'm doing my work wrong and yell at me in a quiet room full of children that I didn't know very well. And, lo and behold, that's what he did. He yelled out my name "JO!!" and lectured to me that I was doing something wrong. So I tried to put it right, and then he said, "Jo, what are you doing?!" and lectured me again, making me feel more confused and very embarrassed.


Those are some bad moments I had with teachers.

I think it was 4th grade where the teacher, Mrs. L said that there were not mountains in Ohio. Appalachian Mountians? What are those?

About 45 years ago when I was in second grade, I annoyed a teacher. So in music class she got all of the students to sing an embarrassing song substituting some lyrics with my name.

We had two teachers, I'm unsure which of them is was. But last year on a forum for that school, I mentioned that incident, and one of those two teachers, long since retired, happened to read my post and insists it wasn't her. So I guess it was the other one.

When I was in 10th grade, my stupid English teacher would always take out her frustration on the class when she was stressed and NOBODY liked her. When she told kids to clear the doorway, she stood in the doorway and after a while she stepped outside the classroom and blocked the doorway by leaning against the door and one my peers told me he felt like he was in a prison. When one of the kids said that nobody liked this teacher, she screamed "LEAVE NOW!" at the top of her lungs. The following year, in 11th grade, there were two student teachers in my English class, and BOTH OF THEM were better than my 10th grade English teacher.

When I was in the first grade I felt like I had to vomit during computer class, and as I was a relatively independent child (with a digestive disorder, so I'm also used to vomiting lmao) I decided I'd just not make a fuss, go to the bathroom, vomit, and come back. The computer teacher didn't let me go to the bathroom multiple times so I angrily went to my seat, sat there for a few seconds, and then ended up getting up to vomit on the floor. The look of horror on his face was satisfying.

There was also a time in either the first or second grade where a kid puked on the asphalt and the recess supervisor yelled at him about "Not puking on her blacktop!" She was a massive control freak, and unsurprisingly, everyone hated her.