Autism Notes

Part 2

Now Sebastian is 12 years old and goes to High school in South Florida and is at the top of his class. He had to put very little effort into testing because he has a photographic memory which is uncommon, but extremely useful.

I don't remember my childhood very well, as it was very bleak. My mom told me my old habits when I came home from college.

His parents never reflect on his old ways because he was doing so well now, even though he is still a little off.

Sebastian was walking down the hallway carrying a few text books for class. He skipped two grade levels and that's why he is the youngest student in the school. Sebastian wasn't paying attention and when someone brushed by him, he freaked out and smashed the kid to the floor.

"WHAT THE HELL MAN!" The kid shouted.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!!!" Sebastian screamed, having a panic attack, and he ran to the bathroom and sat in one of the stalls hugging himself for about five minutes until a teacher who had seen the event came and talked to him.

"Bastian?" He called.

All he could hear was hyperventilating in the smallest stall in the far right corner. He knocked on the stall and it slowly crept open.

"Sebastian? I'm going to need you to come with me." He reached out his hand to his aid, but Sebastian cried and backed away from this large man trying to help him.

"Sebastian!"

"Piss off! Don't touch me!!!"

"I need you to come with me immediately."

"What are you going to do? Call my mom? Cause I can just call her myself."

"No, I won't call her. Come on, I'll walk you to class so you don't get in trouble."

Sebastian got up without another word and slowly walked with this teacher to class. When they arrived he silently sat down as everybody stared at him. It was English class and Sebastian was reading Looking for Alaska by John Green (Still my favorite book to this day) and he silently glanced up and saw two boys both turned around together looking at him and murmuring.

"What?" Sebastian called aloud.

Both boys turned away.

"Sebastian come to my desk please" His teacher said.

"OOOOOO" The whole class said.

"Oh grow up!!! We aren't in middle school anymore geez."

The whole class fell silent and watched Sebastian walk up to her desk.

"Read students" Ms. Kostigen said and simultaneously the class put their head into their books and slightly peeked up to see what was happening.

I recall looking at my desk and wanting to bolt back as fast as I could, as my desk seemed to be a hundred miles away. Everything seemed more safe and secure there because I could get lost in the world of literacy .

"You're wanted at the main office 'Bastian. "

"Okay..." I took the pass that was in her hand and trudged to the office. When I approached the office I saw my parents through the glass window and I hesitated for a moment.

"Crap..." I backed away and bumped into the abandoned janitors closet and snuck inside without a peep. I was expectant that no one would find me naively, so I sat there alone in the tiny dark molded closet down the hall from the office and kept quiet. Then the speaker went off.

"Sebastian White, come to the main office immediately." Stated the front desk lady sternly. There was a muffled "OOO" that came from the surrounding classes.

"Man... I'm not going... They'll snitch on me... ugh. I hate everyone." Soon enough, Mr. Freeman came bursting through the door.

"I knew you'd be hiding in here. Sebastian. Now."

The man grabbed him by the wrists and pulled.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!!!" I screamed.

"You have to-" He kept pulling on me. It felt as if he was a hungry lion coming to devour my feeble limbs. I panicked.

"ARE YOU DEAF? I SAID DON'T TOUCH ME!!!"

The man dragged me to the office. I thought I was being dragged to a dungeon by a torturer.

When I was younger, I would have nightmares where a man in all leather would kidnap me from my small Cars themed bedroom and transported me to a dungeon where my limbs would be torn from their sockets and sliced up into pieces. When I am about to take my last breath, I always wake up crying and in fear.

"Stop!!! Don't hurt me!! No!!!" I vociferated.

"Hurt you? Why would I hurt you? I just need you in the office."

"LET GO OF ME!!! DON'T TOUCH ME!!!"

There was now a crowd forming in the hallway, and students were filming this struggle that was occurring. I wasn't embarrassed about it, until now.

My parents came rushing out into the hallway from the office. i wouldn't expect any less from them.

"Sebastian!" Neither of them laid a hand on me.

"Mister and Misses White, we are going to unfortunately have to call social services." The principal said to Sebastian's parents.

"WHAT?!?" Kevin exclaimed.

"Clearly there is something wrong with your son, he never wants to be touched-"

"He's always been like that!" Ashley interrupted.

"He seems to be petrified if someone attempts to touch him."

"Sebastian has been like that since the day he was born! Are you trying to say I BEAT MY CHILD?!?" Ashley replied, appalled.

"He told Mr. Freeman to not hurt him. Who has been hurting him?"

I stood there twiddling my thumbs as I waited to speak.

"No one! Sebastian is solely concentrated on his academics!"

"Did you know he got into a fight today?" Added Mr. Freeman.

I shouted, "It was not a fight!"

"Yes it was!" Said Jenna, an eye witness.

"Mom... Dad... Can we go home now? Please?" I asked

"Yes 'Bastian"

"Um, excuse me, but we are still calling social services." Said Mr. Freeman

"There's no point to!!!" Kevin snapped back and my family walked out without another word.