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Chronicles of 7th Grade: Broke my wrist
Jul. 1st, 2009 05:55 amNeed I spell today's Co7G entries out? This marks the day that I broke my wrist, and the following day during which I got my cast, which I would be wearing for the entire third quarter of the school year. However, I should note that despite it being my good wrist that was broken and cast-bound, I did manage to write with it or play video games after, like, the first week.
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Back to the present.
Mom recently got me this book called Growing Up on the Spectrum, written by several autistic people my age for parents of autistic children. She suggested that I read it so I can see what my autistic peers are going through, but without even reading much of it, some stuff is already pissing me off. Like...
"If you want your child to fit in, make sure she isn't watching movies that younger kids watch." Ummm... Maybe fitting in was never one of my priorities. Back in 8th and 9th grades, when I was actually watching Pokemon (right after everyone else lost interest in it), Dad used to tell me how kiddy that series was, sometimes even cracking jokes about it. None of that swayed me, but I'm glad that was the extent of it, and that no one even said anything last year when I was watching A Little Snow Fairy Sugar.
Speaking of fitting in, Mom also used to insist that I keep my legs uncrossed when sitting down, because leg-crossing is what females do. It never stuck to me, and she had long since given up.
Some stuff about choosing their friends when they're little, which involves keeping them with the same sex. So what if someone wants to be around any opposite-sex peers at any age whatsoever?
Some shit about arranging social gatherings for your child if he or she tends to keep to themselves rather than trying to make friends. Okay, when I'm not thinking straight, I do tend to see friendship as overrated, after all that shit involving multi-hour-long visits to or by Matthew and trying to make more friends with other kids during 11th grade. Having once read a now-deleted birthday-bashing thread on WrongPlanet.net only increases such anti-social sentiment.
Actually, I would be glad to better my life. I did start enjoying visiting Matthew more when me and Mom decided to reduce the number of hours that he and I would spend together. But, when I want some time to myself, I want some time to myself. No ifs and buts about it, it's as simple as that!
Every day, I find something to gripe and mutter about, and Dad's emphasis on living a fulfilling lifestyle and having a social life instead of just spending 90% of my free time gaming is one such thing. This book is not doing a thing to help. Do I still want to read it? Who knows.
( Read more... )
Back to the present.
Mom recently got me this book called Growing Up on the Spectrum, written by several autistic people my age for parents of autistic children. She suggested that I read it so I can see what my autistic peers are going through, but without even reading much of it, some stuff is already pissing me off. Like...
"If you want your child to fit in, make sure she isn't watching movies that younger kids watch." Ummm... Maybe fitting in was never one of my priorities. Back in 8th and 9th grades, when I was actually watching Pokemon (right after everyone else lost interest in it), Dad used to tell me how kiddy that series was, sometimes even cracking jokes about it. None of that swayed me, but I'm glad that was the extent of it, and that no one even said anything last year when I was watching A Little Snow Fairy Sugar.
Speaking of fitting in, Mom also used to insist that I keep my legs uncrossed when sitting down, because leg-crossing is what females do. It never stuck to me, and she had long since given up.
Some stuff about choosing their friends when they're little, which involves keeping them with the same sex. So what if someone wants to be around any opposite-sex peers at any age whatsoever?
Some shit about arranging social gatherings for your child if he or she tends to keep to themselves rather than trying to make friends. Okay, when I'm not thinking straight, I do tend to see friendship as overrated, after all that shit involving multi-hour-long visits to or by Matthew and trying to make more friends with other kids during 11th grade. Having once read a now-deleted birthday-bashing thread on WrongPlanet.net only increases such anti-social sentiment.
Actually, I would be glad to better my life. I did start enjoying visiting Matthew more when me and Mom decided to reduce the number of hours that he and I would spend together. But, when I want some time to myself, I want some time to myself. No ifs and buts about it, it's as simple as that!
Every day, I find something to gripe and mutter about, and Dad's emphasis on living a fulfilling lifestyle and having a social life instead of just spending 90% of my free time gaming is one such thing. This book is not doing a thing to help. Do I still want to read it? Who knows.