Chronicles of 7th Grade: Broke my wrist
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dmxratedNeed 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.
February 5, 1999 (Friday)
Today in Reading, we were given a piece of paper, and we were supposed to name one good thing we did yesterday. I misunderstood what Mrs. Mancini said, so I wrote “Went to the Lip Sync yesterday. The Spice Girls won” and then tried to black it out as much as possible.
When I got home, I looked at the Super Mario Bros. 3 Player’s Guide. While I was reading it, me and the other kids each got a chocolate ball with tiny candies inside. Me and Brian got Armageddon, and Marie got The Bug’s Life. Mom then took me and Brian to Blockbuster. Brian rented Star Wars: Rogue Squadron.
When we got home, I was wandering in the driveway, and I fell off of the wall surrounding the bushes and broke my wrist. Mom came over and brought me into the house to look at it.
While we were eating dinner, I couldn’t use my right hand, so I had to chase my food with my fork in my left hand. After dinner, Dad tried wrapping my wrist in cloth. While he was wrapping my wrist, he’s like “Looks like a darn penguin.” Even though my wrist was broken, Mom suggested that I call Matthew to see if he could play tomorrow. I did so, and he said yes.
February 6, 1999 (Saturday)
This morning, Mom and Dad had another look at my wrist. Dad called Grandma Barbara to get help. After Dad was done talking to her, Mom took me to the hospital.
While we were in the waiting room, we heard a baby crying from another room. Meanwhile, I was thinking about my version of Snowboard Kids 2, and when you go to the shop, you can play a game where you have to choose a card to select a weapon or item to start a race with, and the shop owner’s like “Choose a card, Any card, I don’t care, What will it be?”
When we came into the room to get my cast on, that baby was in the room right across from us. He and his mom were black, and they had a white nurse in the room. While I was waiting to get my cast on, Mom asked me “Are you gonna wave to him?” I gave him the finger whenever no one was looking. Soon, the nurse came in and put my cast on. Mom asked me if it was getting hot. I didn’t feel any heat at first, but it did kick in within seconds. Mom told me that meant it was hardening. After it was done hardening, the nurse came back into the room, and I asked her “Am I gonna be able to play Nintendo?”
When we got home, I was thinking about my own version of Banjo-Kazooie which stars the Bible School Kids and Banjo, and after they defeat Gruntilda, the castle starts to collapse, just like Ganon’s Castle on Zelda 64, and they have to escape.
For lunch, I had a tortilla between two slices of bread. I was still eating when Mom came home from doing something, and she asked me what I was eating, and I told her. She told me that tortillas are bread.
Later, Matthew called me, and he told me he was sorry I broke my wrist. Soon, while me and Brian were in our room, James came over, and he brought South Park for N64. While they were selecting a character, one of the characters said a curse, and I repeated him. Mom came into our room, and she’s like “What’s this game?”
“South Park,” they told her.
“Turn it off,” she told them. Brian told her that James only has it for a few days. She told them to turn it off anyway. A few minutes later, Dad came in and told them to give him the game. Mom told me to come into the computer room to do some homework on the computer. I told her I wasn’t gonna do it. She’s like “Would you like me to make you do it yourself? I don’t care that you have a cast on.”
When I went into my room, and I told Brian and James “If she asks you what you’re playing, tell her it’s Banjo-Kazooie.” Brian and James left the room to do something. I went into the garage, and I told Dad I was gonna give him one punch for each time he did something bad to me.
“What about all the good things I do for you?” he asked me. So instead, I left him alone and went back into the house and started playing Mortal Kombat Trilogy. I watched the story and the demo, and then I turned it off and kept saying “What the hell?” Soon, I turned it on again, and Brian and James came back inside. They told me to turn it off. James asked Brian something, and Brian told him “We’re not allowed to play anything with curses.”
“Mortal Kombat Trilogy has curses on it?” James asked Brian.
“No, it’s violent,” Brian told him.
Tonight, me and the other kids were watching something, and during the commercial, the commercial for Radio Disney came on. Brian sang the song and changed the words to “Radio Disney, wipe my butt.” I changed the words to “Radio Disney, kiss my ass.” Mom and Dad were in bed, and Dad heard me, and he told me to apologize to Marie. After the second time he told me, Mom’s like “No, he was singing the song and putting it into his own words.”
“Don’t defend him,” he told her.
“I’m not,” she told him.
Dad let me go, but I then muttered “Shut up” under my breath. He’s like “What’s that? Go to bed.”
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.
February 5, 1999 (Friday)
Today in Reading, we were given a piece of paper, and we were supposed to name one good thing we did yesterday. I misunderstood what Mrs. Mancini said, so I wrote “Went to the Lip Sync yesterday. The Spice Girls won” and then tried to black it out as much as possible.
When I got home, I looked at the Super Mario Bros. 3 Player’s Guide. While I was reading it, me and the other kids each got a chocolate ball with tiny candies inside. Me and Brian got Armageddon, and Marie got The Bug’s Life. Mom then took me and Brian to Blockbuster. Brian rented Star Wars: Rogue Squadron.
When we got home, I was wandering in the driveway, and I fell off of the wall surrounding the bushes and broke my wrist. Mom came over and brought me into the house to look at it.
While we were eating dinner, I couldn’t use my right hand, so I had to chase my food with my fork in my left hand. After dinner, Dad tried wrapping my wrist in cloth. While he was wrapping my wrist, he’s like “Looks like a darn penguin.” Even though my wrist was broken, Mom suggested that I call Matthew to see if he could play tomorrow. I did so, and he said yes.
February 6, 1999 (Saturday)
This morning, Mom and Dad had another look at my wrist. Dad called Grandma Barbara to get help. After Dad was done talking to her, Mom took me to the hospital.
While we were in the waiting room, we heard a baby crying from another room. Meanwhile, I was thinking about my version of Snowboard Kids 2, and when you go to the shop, you can play a game where you have to choose a card to select a weapon or item to start a race with, and the shop owner’s like “Choose a card, Any card, I don’t care, What will it be?”
When we came into the room to get my cast on, that baby was in the room right across from us. He and his mom were black, and they had a white nurse in the room. While I was waiting to get my cast on, Mom asked me “Are you gonna wave to him?” I gave him the finger whenever no one was looking. Soon, the nurse came in and put my cast on. Mom asked me if it was getting hot. I didn’t feel any heat at first, but it did kick in within seconds. Mom told me that meant it was hardening. After it was done hardening, the nurse came back into the room, and I asked her “Am I gonna be able to play Nintendo?”
When we got home, I was thinking about my own version of Banjo-Kazooie which stars the Bible School Kids and Banjo, and after they defeat Gruntilda, the castle starts to collapse, just like Ganon’s Castle on Zelda 64, and they have to escape.
For lunch, I had a tortilla between two slices of bread. I was still eating when Mom came home from doing something, and she asked me what I was eating, and I told her. She told me that tortillas are bread.
Later, Matthew called me, and he told me he was sorry I broke my wrist. Soon, while me and Brian were in our room, James came over, and he brought South Park for N64. While they were selecting a character, one of the characters said a curse, and I repeated him. Mom came into our room, and she’s like “What’s this game?”
“South Park,” they told her.
“Turn it off,” she told them. Brian told her that James only has it for a few days. She told them to turn it off anyway. A few minutes later, Dad came in and told them to give him the game. Mom told me to come into the computer room to do some homework on the computer. I told her I wasn’t gonna do it. She’s like “Would you like me to make you do it yourself? I don’t care that you have a cast on.”
When I went into my room, and I told Brian and James “If she asks you what you’re playing, tell her it’s Banjo-Kazooie.” Brian and James left the room to do something. I went into the garage, and I told Dad I was gonna give him one punch for each time he did something bad to me.
“What about all the good things I do for you?” he asked me. So instead, I left him alone and went back into the house and started playing Mortal Kombat Trilogy. I watched the story and the demo, and then I turned it off and kept saying “What the hell?” Soon, I turned it on again, and Brian and James came back inside. They told me to turn it off. James asked Brian something, and Brian told him “We’re not allowed to play anything with curses.”
“Mortal Kombat Trilogy has curses on it?” James asked Brian.
“No, it’s violent,” Brian told him.
Tonight, me and the other kids were watching something, and during the commercial, the commercial for Radio Disney came on. Brian sang the song and changed the words to “Radio Disney, wipe my butt.” I changed the words to “Radio Disney, kiss my ass.” Mom and Dad were in bed, and Dad heard me, and he told me to apologize to Marie. After the second time he told me, Mom’s like “No, he was singing the song and putting it into his own words.”
“Don’t defend him,” he told her.
“I’m not,” she told him.
Dad let me go, but I then muttered “Shut up” under my breath. He’s like “What’s that? Go to bed.”
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.
Must rant on this too.
Date: 2019-07-12 01:52 pm (UTC)I so agree on that about that book. Trying to make autists 'normal' is the worst thing you can do cause it means you have to deny who you are. And yeah, the things you watch and the gender of the people you hang out with doesn't even have anything to do with coping with autism, it has to do with catering to the masses' current behavioral consensus.
Per definition a 'rich social life' as in lots of contacts is antithesis to 'fulfilling' for autists, it's a nerve wreck and it's not going to change just because it works like that for non-autistic people. They can lie to themselves about being 'better' now, but it doesn't become true. Otherwise the earth would've become flat when folks believed it was flat.
I feel sorry for the autists who are coerced into believing they should change themselves (not to mention that contributes to more misunderstanding about the condition) cause they'll only ever be faking happiness; one autists on whom the 'treatment' failed as she was too intelligent described it as a sort of indoctrination, similar to how people teach animals with a punishment/reward tactic. Up in Scandinavia is the world's first autism guidance center that helps autists by finding work spots that fit them rather than trying to remodel the autists, but other than most 'guidance methods' and books with improvement tips like that are best ignored.
Autism needs understanding, not correction.
Re: Must rant on this too.
Date: 2019-07-12 01:52 pm (UTC)About that guidance center in Scandinavia, would you mind telling me the name of it? I would like to read about it, but didn't quite find it when I typed "Scandinavia autism guidance center" into Google.
Re: Must rant on this too.
Date: 2019-07-12 01:53 pm (UTC)What they did was basically find specific talents of an autist and match it up with a job that this talent was useful for. The example they showed was of someone with extremely accurate concentration and eye for detail, working on calculating city building plans by going over maps with underground pipes and such, first proving they did the job well and then potential employers would come over and discussion would start on how to arrange the work space to suit the requirements of the autist. It was founded by the father of an autistic child who could memorize entire maps in ridiculous detail, even though the child was declared fully invalid. So he started an organization about finding the specific talents of autists and then getting employers to cooperate, as not to let the skills autists tend to have (such as the meticulous eye for detail, memory skills, concentration etc) go to waste. The autist wouldn't be required to make a single change about themselves, so if they wanted an isolated work space for example, they would get it if the employer was interested in hiring them.
Re: Must rant on this too.
Date: 2019-07-12 01:53 pm (UTC)Re: Must rant on this too.
Date: 2019-07-12 01:54 pm (UTC)Re: Must rant on this too.
Date: 2019-07-12 01:54 pm (UTC)