Aspies For Freedom

I think there is a similar thread in the "teens and under" forum. I think the worst part of school was that I was getting bullied, and that I always felt that I was prevented from reaching bigger goals.

Bullying.

In primary school, the worst part was being picked on by other children.  However, the majority of people in my classes were OK towards me, and I did at least have some friends.

In both primary and high school, I didn't really like break-times, as on occasions when my friends weren't able to be with me I would feel very lonely and I wouldn't know what to do.  I would often just wander aimlessly round corridors if it was winter time, but in the summer I would go and sit on the wall outside. Sometimes I would go to the school library, but as it was only a small place, they had a strict rota of which year-groups could enter on which weekdays.

I hated PE lessons too.  I remember in my first 2 years of high school, everyone had to do indoor wall-climbing as one of their sports.  I absolutely hated that, as I'm very clumsy and I'm scared of heights.  The PE teachers were very strict, and they made everyone take part in the wall-climbing exercise.  They even said that if you tried to get out of it one week, they would make you do it twice in the following weeks.  While I was sitting on the bench waiting to be called up for my turn on the wall, I always felt really nauseous and scared.  

I would still say that being made to do wall-climbing was my worst aspect of high school. At least I wasn't really bullied in high school though.

It didn't matter that I had AS much. I was the ideal target in my class. In grade school I always played alone, and always got bullied. I had been in one tramatic situation where the whole class laughed directly at me for being physicaly weak. Very unpleasant experiance, that I didn't remember till I was in my mid twenties. I was in kindergarden when the whole group laughed at me for being slow in motion.

They were laughing loudly "Looser" "whimp" ect., and only one girl and the teacher wasn't laughing. After a few painful minutes it only felt like the laughing was some hurtful noise, and the walls even to seem to vanish from my mind. The teacher should have just stopped it soon after it started! I was bullied constantly throughout public school, and four times had a fight or flight reaction. Now I hate the public school system, and very much support homeschoolers.

The kids in homeschooling system were so much friendlier, happier and actualy treated me like a person of equal value.

I'd say the bullying was the worst, in elementary school I was the #1 target because I wore glasses. In high school, I had this one math teacher for both algebra and geometry who got my case because math was my worst subject. No matter how hard I studied, or how much extra work I did, I still failed the tests.

It required a lot of willpower for me to move up as well.  It required a lot of energy, and sometimes I had to stretch a lot in order to reach the next peg, as I'm a fairly short person anyway.  The teacher holding the safety rope would have to guide me all the way up to the top.  They would say, "Put your foot on the peg to the right", and I'd be so scared I would forget the difference between left and right.

Something to add would be:

-Having conspiracy theories about teachers and pupils. At youthschool pupils cheated tests all the time, teachers either accepted or ignored it. And at least twice there were something that indicated that teachers supported the cheating.
-Seeing that my class had been divided to three social classes/groups.

• There were the upper class, they were those who seemed to be themost involved with cheating, they got high grades. The upper class consisted of both girls and boys.

•Then there were the two lower classes. The boy's lower class: Drugs and alchohole, failing grades and walking nude, say no more.

•The girls lower class, which I was partially withing (I still am a boy). This group consisted of unique personalities. One who like to read and got high writing grades and even a nomination, a girl who might have been a transvestite man(not me) fleeing from some country and an extremely cute girl which I had a crush on but she only dated old men.

•The sattelites: me and a shy muslim girl. Had no friends and were not friends, both liked to draw. Both was cooperating a little with "lower girl class company".

Adding one last bit:

-Beeing called... nazi. It was some stupid girl who intensily wanted to have a political opinion.

-When a half of the class shouted at me that I was doing something wrong and then this gorilla came pushed me aways. One of the things that was shouted at me was... nazi.

Can't figure out why people would call me... nazi.

My impression of how people thought about me:

• They thought I was a nazi, this girl who wanted a polital opinion both called me nazi and another pupil retarted.
• They thought I had a love relationship with the muslim girl, but my relationship to the girl was mainly professional, could still have evolved to something.

I don't know what idiot invented the idea of me being nazi.

Not something bad about growing up, just a contrast to their belief of me being nazi.

I got into trouble for chewing other people's pencils which I had borrow because people stole mine. I couldn't help it, I automatically began to chew pencil now and then.

The problem with toilets in primary school was that they could be unlocked with a coin. If I went to toilet there would often be someone who unlocked the toiletdoor, but rarely open it.

O.o Ok a coin involved in having to go is insane. Some crazed lunatic must have thought of the idea.

Like this, just this isn't a doorlock. You didn't lose the coin after unlocking the door.

Damn right! Making sure I get the best for my kids. They failed me.