M daughter is going to be 8 soon and she's hd problems socializing her entire life. People always told me that she was "just a brat" or "just like her dad" and that she might never grow out of it. Well, she' recently been diagnosed with Asperger's, a mild form of autism which affects a child's emotional development and social capabilities. She has a difficult time relating to other children due to the fact that she processes social cues differently and, as such, she doesn't have many friends and feels alone most of the time. This was written from her perspective, a lot of it is her actual words in trying to desccribe what she feels day in and day out.
Hi, my name is Kaitlyn and I'm almost eight years old people call me names sometimes and tell me to hit the road my mommy says I'm special I'm not sure what that means but the other kids make fun of me 'cause I do different things it makes me really angry makes me want to yell and shout my teacher says, "That's not okay," and then she sends me out the principal says he's my friend but he's always mad at me I can't stay still or even calm or wait in line patiently I push and shove and kick but I don't LIKE being mean I just don't even have the words to tell them how I'm feeling I just really don't even understand why the other kids won't play maybe I'm a stupid weirdo who never knows just what to say my teachers say they want to help 'cause I can be sweet as the day is long art class is my favorite 'cause drawings can't ever be wrong they say I'm really smart but I just hate myself sometimes when I just can't get it right all I can do is cry I had a bad day again but Mom says that it's okay we just need to work more on it and I'll get it soon...or maybe someday
This is very touching and meaningful, Danielle. I have a niece with Asperger's Syndrome and school has always been a challenge. I also have a poem posted here at AD entitled "Different." I wish you and Kaitlyn love, peace, and the very best of every day.
Being only eight, your daughter is very perceptive and observant to even take notice of surroundings in such detail. Now, being diagnosed she will, with your assistance receive the help she is in need of. I say bravo to both you and your daughter!
You may be different, Kaitlyn, but that makes you you. Try to prove to others that you are as capable as the others; don't let their teasing get to you. No, it isn't easy, but at least you have your mom to turn to when you are feeling bad! Children can be cruel; I know; I've been there, and years later, I still feel the pain of the teasing I endured. Their parents are the one who should be ashamed; they didn't teach their kids how to treat others who are different. Sad. They are the ones with the problems, NOT you! Remember that!
A powerful, sad poem from a little girl who is hurting; you touched me with this one! God bless you, sweetie!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
I'm different too; lived with disability all my life; still do today.
Different, but special in their own unique way. Children are cruel, as are parents: they don't teach their own to have love and compassion. Beautifully poignant reminder.
((((HUGS)))), love and prayer, Karla. *who's different, too*
It is heartbreaking when a parent realizes that their child suffers from an ailment whether it is somthing as mundane as a childhood illness or somthing as serious as autism. Children are still to be treasured and loved and treated with understanding and patience no matter what. In this write we can feel the pain and sadness this little girl deals with but also the love for her mother as well.
I hope your daughter will find a good friend very soon. It is very difficult for a child to livr while others have labelled her being "different"; and sometimes children are very cruel. Unless the teacher steps in to give her praise and say some good words about her to make her feel special so that other children would like to befriend her, things are not going to change much in school.
The teachers' participation in this healing process is essential, knowning that other children would look up to the teacher, who is an authority figure. If the teacher give praises to your daughter and make her feel special, you will see that other children would be willing to befriend her. Teachers' participation are essential in this.
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You may be different, Kaitlyn, but that makes you you. Try to prove to others that you are as capable as the others; don't let their teasing get to you. No, it isn't easy, but at least you have your mom to turn to when you are feeling bad! Children can be cruel; I know; I've been there, and years later, I still feel the pain of the teasing I endured. Their parents are the one who should be ashamed; they didn't teach their kids how to treat others who are different. Sad. They are the ones with the problems, NOT you! Remember that!
A powerful, sad poem from a little girl who is hurting; you touched me with this one! God bless you, sweetie!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
I'm different too; lived with disability all my life; still do today.
Different, but special in their own unique way. Children are cruel, as are parents: they don't teach their own to have love and compassion. Beautifully poignant reminder.
((((HUGS)))), love and prayer, Karla. *who's different, too*
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The teachers' participation in this healing process is essential, knowning that other children would look up to the teacher, who is an authority figure. If the teacher give praises to your daughter and make her feel special, you will see that other children would be willing to befriend her. Teachers' participation are essential in this.
Sandie May Angel :o)