Bearing of the soul can be a good thing, but sometimes it can be really difficult to do. So, I’m going to write this blog to bring awareness to Autism for the Autism Awareness Month.
Living with Autism can be both gruelling and exciting. There are many challenges I have to go through living with Asperger Syndrome. I was diagnosed when I was three years old and it made things a lot more difficult for my parents to go through. They had to change their methods of bringing up a child compared to how they had been bringing up my older sister. It was hard for them because they also had to adjust to the idea I’d got it from my Dad too.
School for me wasn’t any easier either. I talked to my Mum about it a couple of months ago and she told me that my parents struggled to get my learning support because I had it, only to be given to another student they thought needed it more. It was really hard for them to make sure I was brought up okay. But I think they did a pretty awesome job. Secondary school was difficult as I got my support in Year 8, only for it to be dropped down to 1 teaching assistant in two lessons out of 25 a week. However, I was still able to come out of school with 7Cs, 2 Ds and a B equivalent in ICT.
School was very difficult for me being Autistic because I was different to my peers. I didn’t have a mind working like everyone else because of it. So the other students bullied me for it for thirteen years. I told teachers and my parents, but there was only so much my parents could do. It stopped when I left secondary school and went to college to do Acting. There was one good thing about school though. I found my love for writing stories. I started writing them when I probably should have been revising for my GCSEs.
College helped me with my confidence and it also helped me to start to learn what kind of stories I wanted to write, including starting my career for writing scripts. One of my tutors, Sharon, saw what skills I was developing and started helping me make them better. I left college with a DMM overall from the two year course. I was then able to go to University, after many thought I wouldn’t be able to with my disability. Yeah, I was bullied by those I had been put into a flat with for my first year of Uni, but I found friends in my course and progressed further in my development.
So here I am, two months away from the end of my third year at University on a Scriptwriting degree in Cardiff, two hours and a half away from my hometown. It looks like I’m gonna come out of Uni with a 2-2 overall, but I’m pushing to get a higher mark. My disability hasn’t been a limit, not anymore. I’ve grown so much and proved that I can do anything. So whether you have a disability or not, don’t let it define you. Just be you and that’s all anyone can ask of you.