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I was held back an Autisme ce n’est pas un handicap c’est une capacite differente shirt year in first grade in 1992. My first year in first grade was a disaster. My Grandma would hit me with a wooden spoon for not cleaning my plate or leaving some foods untouched (turnip, radishes, onion and even tomato hurt my stomach). As such I never wore T-shirts, shorts, or skirts at school. So the one day I did (photo day, no say in the matter), I got chased by a group of boys and groped between my legs. I told my teacher. She said, “you shouldn’t have tempted them by wearing a dress.” How did this affect me at school? I was exhausted. Constantly tired. I’d fall asleep in class. My teacher’s response to this was to center me out, make me bring her my paper, and she would write in cursive “disgustingly slow” at the top of my worksheet. She’d never explain anything that I missed (I missed school when the bruises were too obvious and had to stay home until they faded) she expected me to just know.
It was Autisme ce n’est pas un handicap c’est une capacite differente shirt midway through fourth grade when things began really taking a nosedive. My grandma began insisting I was too stupid to do my homework because what I was doing didn’t make sense to her. She would go through my backpack and “correct” my homework after I’d gone to bed. My teachers would ask me if I thought homework was a joke because I always handed in my homework with incorrect answers but I’d get perfect scores on my tests. Always they were pointing the finger at me when it wasn’t me. My second time in first grade was a little better with a better teacher and for a while things improved. I started getting all A’s and B’s, no failing marks at all, until things at home got worse.