Disclaimer: the following post was written entirely by my son. I have not edited, tweaked, or otherwise touched it in any way. It’s being posted with his consent, or, rather, his encouragement (“so people can know me!” he said. Then, “Maybe I will be Internet famous.”)
I don’t know if this will make him Internet Famous like he hoped for, but I’m pretty excited for y’all to know him.
I am in third grade and eight years old. I have a very moderate case of Autism. Sometimes I don’t like having autism very much. Sometimes it is kinda cool. My mom says we’re kinda like X-Men. (If you don’t know what X-Men is, try the movie. Your family would probably like it. I don’t watch X-Men much.) I’m in the EC class (EC means Exceptional Child) and a regular classroom. I don’t think I’m that kinda kid for the regular class though. I go to my first EC class of the day at 8:15 am and almost every single day I forget I have to go. I have a bit of a problem remembering things.
Autism is being different in some ways. I think different. I hear different. I feel emotions different. I understand different. I’m not diseased. It’s a life long thing. Dealing with life is kinda hard sometimes for a kid like me. But I don’t need cured.
This is what it means to be me. My brain is like a computer sometimes. It feels like I have too many tabs open. Many things bother me. Like really loud noises such as alarms and loud TVs. There’s a switch in my brain that turns on panic mode. I get nervous when I don’t know what a noise is. Being touched kinda makes me feel a bit nervous. It makes my skin feel funny. I don’t like some foods by the smell and the way it feels in my mouth. It’s hard to think when there is too much. I’m very smart but sometimes I don’t understand.
My two favorite video games are Minecraft and Portal 2. I like Star Wars and Legos and ships like the Titanic (examples are Lusitania and Britannic.) Some things like space are really cool to me. I’m good at reading and physics and patterns. I’m a big brother and a good friend.
Autism is cool in some ways. It makes me good at some things and bad at some things. It is not a curse. It’s who I am. I’m a kid.
Kristine’s son (that’s not her real name)