Middle school was one of the worst times of my life. I think that's when the NT kids are at their "height of meaness", with all their raging horomones and everything. All the time kids would report me to the administration for things I didn't do (like skipping class), and usally they believed them because I was the "weird kid". I was actually home-schooled for the second half of eigth grade, because I became suicidal at that school.
As ****** up as it is, I actually take comfort knowing that most of the kids that were assholes to me are still just living at home working dead-end jobs in the same crappy town they grew up in (while I, on the other hand, have moved out and am going to a four-year university). Sort of like karma I guess...
Middle School was the worst for me with the grateful expection of 8th grade. During 6-7th grade, I was repeatedly teased and beat up. I took my frustration on the staff that wouldn't do anything to help me. The rule of my middle school was, "If we don't see anything we won't help you."
I always went to an isolated spot so people would leave me alone. Of course, they followed me. One day, they upset me so much that I threw up. There was a good thing that happened to me. I met another autistic named Mark in sixth grade. We loved each other. We always played pretend or yu-gi-oh cards. However, Mark's mother called me a "negative influence" since I had autism. She and Mark moved away without telling me. (Mark had a sister named Cindy. I was friends with her too.) I was crushed.
During the summer of 7th grade, I studied a lot. I took an interest in science and math. Finally, in 8th grade I was academically strong enough to transfer out of Special Ed classes.
I'm currently in 10th grade.
7th grade was horrible for me, the worst year maybe. I had to move to a private school because I couldn't stand it anymore. The kids would call me names and steal my homework, and teachers were very irresponsible in that school. Kindergarden and 7th grade were the only years where I was bullied, with just a few exceptions in elementary school. 8th grade was great, I made a few friends, and they're my friends still.
From what I've read in ohter posts, I guess I've been very lucky.