Criss-Cross Apple Sauce

Criss-Cross Apple Sauce

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Dec 5, 2018
"I'm not a kid!" he screams, raising his hands in frustration. "I'm almost an adult! I know my age, I know how normal kids my age act! I'm not stupid!" The tears are obvious. He knows they are. He crosses his arms and turns away, his entire body simultaneously shaking with sobs and rocking on his heels, then his toes, then his heels again. Mom tries to touch his shoulder to comfort him, but he jolts away from her hand. He's upset. He's upset. I don't know what to do, but he's scaring me. I can't form words anymore even though I can think them. I hate this. I hate this. I don't want to meltdown in front of her when she has to deal with one of us already in the start of a meltdown. ---- The story of two autistic teenagers trying to make their way in the world without making it too obvious to their classmates that they are, this time featuring such traits as; - meltdowns - shutdowns - echolalia - stimming - late diagnoses - and much more that no neurotypical depiction of an autistic person ever covers, let alone covers well!
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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