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Through The Eyes of AutismThey said I was a miracle child. That the fact that I can even talk or comprehend things now is only the work of The Lord himself. For many years I was trapped in my own state of mind. Knowing the words I wanted to say, but the ability to speak them out was gone. That's why I would scream out to my parents, plead for help. Yet everyone looked at me as if I was different, "special" as they call it. Even though it's all behind me now, I almost still feel this way. Each day I'm forced into a mold I can't fit into, no matter what I'll do.
I've never before told this story to anyone in person. Not the whole, true story of what I do remember of th
I'm Sorry.I'd like to think that I would never harm anyone being the shy, insecure person I am; who for the most part doesn't speak unless spoken to. I remain silent for your own sake, who knows how many people have regretted having met me now for the flaws I can't fix. I can't change myself no matter how hard I try. Despite the countless threats and pleas from society to lose some weight, to wear frillier, brighter blouses as an alternative for my baggy jeans and rock band tees; actually spend some time on my hair, all this to do away with my dull, every day appearance. So I could possibly fit in tighter clothes or wear skinny jeans. I put on more of