The real-life tale of me after being diagnosed with autism in March 2019.
Since my diagnosis, it's always been my goal to share my experiences and thoughts with others around the world. It's not only informative and educational, but it's also a good creative outlet for me when it comes to letting go of my mind. Autism shouldn't be silenced. If you have your own experiences to share or any other questions, don't hesitate to DM me or drop a comment on any of the chapters. Thanks for reading!
Chapter five onwards was written during April Camp Nanowrimo 2020!
Be careful what you wish for.... [Based on a true story; names have been changed to preserve privacy.]
I always welcome constructive criticism.
I once had a crush on a girl with whom I considered my best friend, but our relationship would fall apart.
8th period is hard, high school is hard, everyday is hard. 8th period in room A236 is gray, full of people who have wronged, and left me, and I sit alone. There are no windows to look out of and clear my mind and cause I can't clear my mind I'm left with my thoughts, it's not good for me. Everyday I write in this class about my thoughts and how everyone here has impacted my life. And though it's called English class I will only ever know it as the room without windows.
Basic Premise:First, before you file a harassment report for the title, know that this is a story about the funny-stupid things I've done. They're all written in a sarcastic, humorous manor, so no need to feel sorry for me. I encourage you to laugh.
Inspiration:My entries forWe all have our moments...(http://www.penana.com/story/9003/we-all-have-our-moments/issue/6) was where I got the idea for this story. When I had three stupid stories I wanted to submit, I realized: one, I did really stupid things; and two, this is a good idea for a story! So enjoy Shadow being stupid, because they're kind of funny.
Form the Contest Express Yourself :) .
Escaping the Doctor and Viper, I'm quickly learning, was the easy part. Out in the real world, there are no rules and no one to trust but yourself. I will write down my life story through this journal to the best of my ability on the slim chance that someone out there actually cares. This notebook, Madeline's final gift to me, is now my gift to you, dear reader. Companion to 'TLIL.'