What services did you receive as a minor?

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I received speech/language, physical and occupational therapy.
One of these at least started when I was 3-4. Delayed walking. spoke few words
until speech therapy i believe.

I received "Abuse Therapy" from my father for failing to socialize as well as my siblings.

Physiotherapy and occupational therapy in preschool; speech therapy on and off from preschool until around halfway through high school.

As strange and utterly unbelievable as it sounds, I didn't recieve hardly anything. Just went to speech twice a week, I think, at school and that was it. My mom was in a total state of denial and wanted everyone to believe I was just like all the other kids.
When you consider what it is I went through, it's almost unheard of and to this day, I don't know how my mom managed to manipulate so many people. I don't think anyone is as good at it as her.

I would still have speech class once a week at school if I still was at school. I was in counseling for a while. Now I have wrap around haven't even been in it for a year.

What services did you receive as a minor?

Zip, Zilch, Nada. Mainstreamed from birth, heavy handed discipline to stop me stimming and non stop chatter. To curb me from biting when cornered I was made to wear a sign for all of third grade stating :I BITE: Shame and shunning and corporal punishment were the norm.

I relate to Fnord.

Merle

^ Relate to Sinsboldly and Fnord.
Another older autistic here (AS dx.)
I got beaten into submission regularly, told i was a piece of garbage, trouble, weird and too smart for my own good.
Then i beat myself into submission regularly, told myself i was a piece of garbage, trouble, weird and too smart for my own good.

finally i go a proper dx and like a lot of older people, have been left to fend for myself and make my own way in life.

no help back when i was a girl with AS.
not much now that i am 46.
at least i have had an interesting life.

ain't life grand.

They put pickles and tomatoes on my Whoppers at Burger King.

Nothing at all. Some testing to (unsuccessfully) try to figure out what was wrong with me, but that's it.

Zero. Zip. Nada. I wasn't diagnosed until I ws 37 and then I got myself occupational therapy, hooked up with support groups, and began social skills classes.

I desperately needed services as a child!

I could seriously bet you $1,000 dollars (even though I forget a lot of it) that I went through some kind of therapy from age 4 up to the point of right now.

I had kid problems (I won't go into detail), and I have memories of going to a therapist during pre-kindergarten up 'til 2nd grade or so. My teachers definitely treated me differently throughout elementary school... I was considered smart and special by some people, and stupid by others, and I got offers to go into advanced classes but I declined all of them.

I went to a new therapist throughout middle school; she didn't help me at all! Around this time was when I received a specific education-related thingy. I think it's called a 504 (for learning disabilities), but all I know is that it has let me get more time to take tests, turn in assignments, and a whole lot more.

I went to a very small high school that focuses on the individual children, our individual interests, and our careers; I loved it. I started going to a GREAT therapist at Children's Hospital when I was either 14 or 15; her name is Pam. I have changed dramatically since I started going to her. She helps me understand the world so much more easily than anyone else ever could. I think I'd be incredibly worse off (less independent and less social) if it wasn't for her.

I'm still eligible for the 504 thing, but so far I'm getting good enough grades in college that I don't think I need it. I'm not a minor anymore, so I guess this is where my story ends.

Speech therapy, behavior therapy or social skills training, gymnastics for my poor balance, occupational therapy, and that's all I know. I saw a psychologist from age 11 and my school counselor which they both sucked. And I remember going to other doctors, one for suspected ADHD.

None.

Not even standard services that normal students get for insignificant reasons.

fnord,

I got it from my MOTHER!

Sinsboldly,

I didn't bite, though a person that beat me up in the earlier grades
one day had to walk on eggshells the next. One ended up with a broken
wrist(That happened while trying to hurt me), one ended up with skin
irritation so bad that he may STILL remember it! Angel hair is a funny
name for something that can be such a nuisance. In the later grades,
I was the opposite.

Still, I WAS "Mainstreamed from birth, heavy handed discipline...".

Millie,

I feel the SAME way!

zghost,

I was the SAME! I EVEN had similar tests, though AS was unknown in the
US at the time.

whitetiger,

I tried social classes, etc... FORGET IT!

Sora,

I didn't even get DRIVER'S ED!! !! MOST 15 year olds in the US,
ESPECIALLY boys, consider it a RIGHT OF PASSAGE!! !! It is a little
class provided for FREE by the schools. Yet the local government
tried to EXTORT more money because of prop 13! *I* saw through it,
but apparently most "adults" COULDN'T! Driver's ed was one of many
things that suffered!

If I could have had a quiet place to study, been excused from
activities that I was WAY too uncomfortable with, or couldn't do, and
had someone to take notes, etc... it would have been GREAT!

Speech therapy, for when I started talking, I totally sucked at it (pronounal reversal, third person, poor grammar, poverty of speech, etcetera).

In primary school, I had remedial therapy due to being unable to read/write in the early years.

The time I needed it the most (high school), I was ignored by the teachers.

I was very lucky in my choice of parents - they didn't think my being weird was in itself a bad thing. Then again, they'd already had to get used to dealing with my younger sister, who was quite plainly autistic, so that may have helped.

When I was 10, I was going to see someone who I deduce must have been a psychologist. All I knew at the time was that I was going on Wednesday afternoons to play parcheesi and talk with some guy that my sister's therapist introduced me to. By then, I'd given up trying to figure out why people do what they do, and was just riding with it. (I can place the year precisely - it was 1974 - because the local radio station's afternoon DJ, "Emperor" Smith, was changing jobs, and the station decided to do a cover story of sorts. They held a mock trial, and impeached the Emperor for snorking in his coffee cup on the air. He was "sentenced to sorting records in the back room for one year," the idea being that by then we'd all forget he was supposed to come back. The psych didn't listen to that station, and thought I was talking about President Nixon, not Emperor Smith. I had to explain to him that Nixon had not yet been impeached, a process of receiving a formal accusation of malfeasance from the House of Representatives. [This was a month or so before Nixon resigned in order to avoid exactly this fate.])

That was about it for services, though - after all, when I was a kid, there was no such thing as AS. Then again, for quite a few years of my youth, homosexuality was a mental illness, and Dissociative Disorder was just a special case of schizophrenia...