I know it's an odd thing to write about, but I don't know of another place to write it. This is my own story from my 16, almost 17 years of life. I'll start with how my parents dealt with the negatives of my autism. Then I'll move into the things that added together to make me anemic and depressed, the events that kind of forced me to seek help, and then I'll go into how I got better. Once I'm finished, I'll be happy to add other people's stories. Slight disclaimer, this is my own story, and I'm still not really fixed.