When I was 2 years old I knew how to talk, but I was always a little strange, my mom eventually caught on to the fact that I was very as she put it "different." She started taking me to speech therapy this is when my mom spent $10,000 trying to figure out what was wrong with me. My whole family thought I was just anti-social and picked it up from my sister but that wasn't what my mother thought. She continuously brought me to therapy at this point she had spent so much money that she gave up. Good thing I forced my sister to come with me because I didn't like talking to these random strangers that forced me to play and talk with them. Thankfully My sister caught on to how they were teaching me how to speak so she took over as my therapist and helped me as she put it when she was 10 "be like her" it helped me a lot after a while but at this point my mom focused to much on me talking and not enough on my 5 hand motor skills and my reading and stuff like that. So ever since the beginning I had a slow start...
Preschool
My thought process was I'm going to the park when in actuality It was the beginning of one of the worst couple years of my life.
My mom dropped me off to the front of the door showing me to one of the best teachers I have ever had, but didn't know at the time.
Me:" mom where's the park"
Mom: "we are not going to the park we r going to school, I have to go to work now
Me: "begins crying"
I have never been separated from my mom, at this point, I still didn't fully like talking with other people, but thankfully my favorite teacher ever ms. Read kept me company until one of my best friends till this day said hi to me. (let's call her Amanda that's her actual name)
Amanda and I were the best of friends, the best part about it was that my mom and her mom were very close so we got to go over each others houses like everyday.
Then the holidays rolled around. This was my first Halloween in the school. I was sitting with Amanda in class and she asked me if I liked this boy named Giancarlo I said yeah he's a good friend, but she didn't stop there she dared me to full on kiss him. She said that her mom and dad do it all the time "so it must mean u like the person" she pushed me towards him and I kissed him on the lips (literally 5 years old here wtf was I thinking) we became "boyfriend and girlfriend" and we were till second grade but this was when my sister was already in middle school and she went to a different school. My grandpa he died. My grandpa was basically a father to me. He was the closest thing I had and I loved him. My sisters middle school was a k-8 my mom said it would be easier if I go to that school so in second grade when I had finally broke my shyness. I was already used to these people I had to start all over again and my sister won't be here to help me because she is in a different building.
I told my mom I would go (as if I had a choice).
When I got there I had to take a test to get accepted. I was secretly hoping that I would fail so I could go back to my old school. The test was easier then anything I've ever taken. Which was kind of a downer but i dealt with it.
When the first day of school rolled around I was in tears I didn't want to go to this new place. When I got there I noticed 2 people they were people from my old school. I was not close friends with these people but I still talked to them. I was so grateful that these people changed schools to. I always talked to only those two people until a couple weeks into the school year when my teacher moved my seat because I talked to much. I mean me of all people I talk to much. At that point I was already furious with her she spoke to me like I was dumber then all of the kids in that class, she always gave me attitude. (Side note: a 40 year old was more immature then an 8 year old) this teacher put me through hell and back. My friend and I sat in the back, we were one of the shortest people there so when it came to writing down homework we could only see 2 things now that day there was 3 things, we did not know this but there was three things. The next day the teacher asked for our homework and we gave her 2 things she asked where the third is we said there was no third now she said u didn't do your homework so give me your agenda I was angry already at this point but I didn't want to get in more trouble so I gave her my agenda to write a note to my mom. She just wrote in mine and walked away didn't write in my friends or anything. She never liked me but to do that just clearly shows how much she disapproves of me.
