Anybody else get this?

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Thanks!

I have read the Harry Potter books, I'm actually reading the last one for the third time in a row at the moment...


One problem is, I never really get much time to tell the class, there is no time avaliable besides class time, and the Headteacher wouldn't want class time taken up because of silly things like that, I can't do anything during lunch because we aren't all on one table and if we were we'd need megaphones. Neither outside in the playground, due to the fact that the class are too busy playing and so on... About half of the school from like Year 3 upwards know I have AS, one quarter of the school know I'm a bit odd and get angry easily and are a little suspicous, and the other quarter haven't the foggiest. About 80% in my class know about my AS, or that I might be a little 'odd', but not in a bad way, and 20% don't know, so...

Those numbers aren't too good, It makes it even more difficult due to the fact that at first, I only had Dyspraxia, and it's been about a month since I was officially diagnosed with AS, so now I have to explain something else...

At least you know what you have..

When I was your age I was in normal classes and not diagnosed with anything and often got drilled by the students on why i always walked on my tiptoes and didn't dress myself propery....and I was emotionally immature for my age, and had started making up stories to explain my weird behaviors which only further estranged me from the rest of the class..Nobody had even heard of AS or ADD and noone could exactly peg what the problem with me was..

Yeah, I mean, the School might be pretty rubbish, and pretty rubbish to the one's you lot went to(If you don't mind me saying that) although... It comes pretty close on the modern list of AS unaware schools...

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, chapter 27: "Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself."

Good attitude.

Those who can't handle it are immature or primative. They are just mindlessly reacting to forces they don't understand. It's like homophobia: the predator sees it as an easy target. The others fear the predator, and understand that if they don't play along, they will receive the same punishment. Many people would actually prefer to be nice, but they are afraid. So, to head off any potential misunderstanding, the cowards pretend to be more hateful than they really are, out of fear. Gad, I hate the world.

I told a supervisor about it last year. At first she said, "Well, you're just going to have to work on it." I wanted to point out my age, but I let that part go. So I explained about the need to calculate every interaction, and that, when the timing is off a fraction of a second, even the perfect response will come over as calculated, insincere or sarcastic. Surprisingly, I think she got it.

That one always bothered me. It's a pagan leftover. There was a time when people believed that human sacrifice had some magical power to appease the angry, greedy gods, who had a taste for human blood. Which was leftover from the original gods who were actual, literal, living predators. If you throw your most useless or least popular member to the predator, he will be appeased for a while. And then there's the idea of canibalism, that you can acquire magic from a magical person by eating him. Within recorded history, there were still huge groups who believed that the ultimate sign of disrespect was NOT eating your father at his funeral. So now we have a majority religion that is based on human sacrifice and canibalism. Ask a priest or theologian, it is absolutely NOT symbolic. It really is the most basic premise of their religion. Personally, I didn't see the inside of a church until I was 16, so I wasn't desensitized to it from an early age. To an outsider, it sounds really strange. I know, that's not relevant to "Anybody else get this?" or "What the hell is that?" I just felt like ranting about a general "HUH??" concept.

When I was in teacher's college, with a major of Special Ed, around 1983 or so, I took a course called "Learning Disabilities." The teacher said then that it was a very new and "mushy" science, and that everything we discuss would probably be obsolete within a few years. She also mentioned a kind of kid that was routinely known in the teacher's room as "FLK," which meant "funny looking kid." They couldn't find anything specifically wrong on an IQ test or anything they could name, but everyone knew that there was something weird.