Autism Acceptance Month Day #14 – Bullying is a public school crisis that has been occuring for decades. Physical and Mental

In the second half of the subsubseries,we take a look into the realm of bullying. Yesterday we looked at it in the form of advances in technology. Today, we look at the physical and mental bullying aspects.

As I begun yesterday’s post of bullying being portrayed in film. We also covered in the realm of Cyberbullying. However there is still a lot of physical and mental bullying occuring in not only schools but by adults alike. We’ll explore the adulthood bullying tomorrow.

We are ever made aware of bullying nowadays because of the previlance of surveillance cameras, cell phones and social media. While the eyes aren’t everywhere, it’s usage of technology makes it easier to make it public. Reasons for bullying can be complicated and cumbersome. The instigator may have a rough home life of lifestyle, as can the victim. A critical part of what can be an irritant in individuals on the spectrum is the simple fact that things are black and white, taken literally so to speak.

A flash back of this occurred to me recently. My family frequently dines out at an Italian restaurant in my neighborhood. It is a family owned business, of which their son is employed as a waiter. We have had several instances of him being our waiter. One of the occurrences, when we were making conversation when he came back to check on our meals. He said something I took serious. He then said you can’t ever take a joke. It brought back some memories of not only my junior high years z but my senior high years as well. It also brought forth the instances of where I answered questions posed to me truthfully, however they weren’t intended to be a so.

One familiar instance I recall was the point where I was asked the size of my genitals. I would honestly answer with the correct length and then be kicked in the leg. There were several situations where I was depantsed, hit, kicked, abused shoved in a locker and even robbed of my lunch money, all through no fault of my own. Nonetheless by the time I graduated from high school many of those instigators took responsibility for their actions and we ended the last two years of high school associating frequently.

I have seen some of my former peers after graduation and some I am even friends with on Facebook. However, there are some that have been incarcerated, some deceased and others that are constantly in the local media for one thing or another. Some sadly have completed a suicide and some have moved away.

Nonetheless I know I have overcome those days and look forward to the ones to come. I like myself for who and what I am, not what someone defines me. There’s a saying that goes I define Autism, it doesn’t define me.

Starting next week we’ll be discussing independence and the success and needs of that realm. Tomorrow will bring forth the issues of abuse, neglect and grooming of individuals on the spectrum.

Autism Acceptance Month Day #12 – The use of Force in Schools Today

Let me start off by saying that I have been out of public school for 15 years this year and while it was never brought up in great detail about myself being abused by a professional in my public school career. It is becoming more and more commonplace that this is evident, specifically in the autism community.

I only recall of one specific instance of abuse by an school professional that was brought to my parents attention by another parent who’s child told his mom she was abusing me.

It was first grade, then it was the first year of attendance in public school all day, since kindergarten at the time was half day sessions. Nonetheless, I had teacher who was different at best. Granted, I was experiencing unknown symptoms and would not receive the proper disgnosis until seventh grade. However, I was diagnosed with the all too popular diagnosis of the 90s, ADHD. Something I now realize almost 30 years later that I have struggles with regularly. Anyway I can only recall the instances of her yelling at me and throwing things at me, I never realized that she forcibly struck me. Nonetheless my behavior became severe and my mom being an true advocate insisted on me being transferred to other class in the school. Keep in mind that these were mainstream classes and there were only two. Additionally, her daughter was in the class, as a result she was transferred to another school in the district.

A couple of weeks later it was discovered by a student of that prior classroom that I was being abused by the teacher. Keep in mind this was 1992, no school in our district has security cameras. In fact the Christmas break the year prior our senior high was vandalized by school students massively. School board members were asked why cameras weren’t in the building. They stated they didn’t think it would be good. It would be some years later until all schools and buses would be equipped with such devices.

In retrospect these incidents must have occurred some time prior to removal because years later I came across a aritcle in a local newspaper were was dressed like a pilgrim taking about the history of America being founded. I recently wonder with all these instances occuring in the open eye as if the teacher had remorse for her actions towards me.

The irony of that situation is that two years later I would find myself with a highly tenured teacher who didn’t want to accommodate so I was transferred to an emotional support classroom. Unique to that I would see the first grade teacher as this was the school her and her daughter were located at. The paraprofessional would make me show her milestones, like learning how to tie my shoes for example.

Nonetheless, I have heard of instances of abuse far and wide since my occurrence almost twenty years ago. I get some peace of mind that the board of education closed the school a couple of years ago and couldn’t use it because it contained mold and had zoning restrictions. It was razed and last summer I walked to it and had a sigh of relief.

I will close saying that I know several mom’s of children on the Autism Spectrum who would do and advocate for the needs of their children, including my own mother who indeed is my #1 cheerleader. The saying goes you are your child’s best advocate. Nothing could be further from the truth, especially in my instance and I am indebted greatly thankful and appreciate it dearly.