Hi. I was diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome a couple of months ago, aged 64. So now I am trying to understand the previously inexplicable events of my past.
One memory that haunts me from childhood was what we might call, "The Sunday evening blues". I would frequently be terrified of going back to school the following day, and my parents would be faced with a boy in floods of tears who was unable to explain why he was so frightened. Just hearing TV and radio shows that ran regularly on a Sunday evening would fill me with dread, because they reminded me that the next thing was 'bed and then school'. This lasted well into my teens, where I would be reading books by torchlight in the early hours of Monday morning, just to put off falling asleep and waking up on a Monday.
Has anyone here experienced this kind of fear? Is there an obvious explanation as to why I might have been like that?
A big hello to everyone here, and I hope I can be of use to you in the future.
I'm a long term school refuser
My early school days were a nightmare and I avoided going for weeks and months.
To try to help me I changed schools and was forced to attend two 'special' schools.
My family never understood my problems. Both my sister and mother claim to have enjoyed their school days.
Gosh. That sounds pretty rough.
I did actually keep attending, and even enjoyed some of school. I was good academically, but tended to get 'duffed up' when it came to social interactions. That was the strange part. Usually by Tuesday I was doing pretty well. It was just Sunday/Monday where I had the issue.
I spent the weekends reading my books, living in my imagination, or else engrossed in my own fanatical projects. My wild guess is that I was in fear of not being able to have any of that (Oh so important) freedom come Monday morning.
I don’t used to dread Monday mornings, I hated having to go to school, especially secondary school. Every Sunday evening or end of school holiday, I used to wish that there was an unexpected bank holiday Monday or teacher training day that no one had previously told us about!
I was terrified of going to preschool and clung to my step-brother's legs as if my life depended on me staying away from those cold teachers.