At Primary School I always felt different. I didn't understand why I couldn't play with others. I knew the others found me odd. I also didn't have a diagnosis until I got to high school so me nor my parents knew. I think I buried the pain for a long long time but recently it's started to really affect me. I felt so alone. I remember sitting on a bench in the playground watching everyone laughing and having fun and I couldn't join it. I still feel alone.
Two stand out memories. First memory. Last meal at prep school . I was unaware that one of the other boys had put tobacco in my cup of tea. I take a gulp of my tea and feel very nauseous. The person who most likely did it was a boy who'd just got a scholarship to Cranbrook. I never knew he disliked me so much. He did it knowing he wouldn't be punished , as that was his last day at prep school.
Second memory: Waiting for a geography lesson to start at public school , and having monkey chants directed at me by the other boys. I was treated as though I was ugly and stupid, because I was clumsy and socially gauche.
That's me around the time I started there.
Me- a few years later.
I don't think I was particularly bad looking, but I was treated like I was a freak. Nor am I and was I stupid. A child like me nowadays would be regarded as 2e. I've done tests created by psychometricians that place my IQ well into the 99th percentile.
Me- a few years later.
I don't think I was particularly bad looking, but I was treated like I was a freak. Nor am I and was I stupid. A child like me nowadays would be regarded as 2e. I've done tests created by psychometricians that place my IQ well into the 99th percentile.
