Asperger Syndrome

Asperger syndrome, known otherwise as Aspergers, is a developmental disability categorized by noteworthy complications in communication with others, with limited and sometimes dull series of activities and comforts. It is a less intense rendition of Autism, though many confuse the disorders to be the same thing. When I was about eight or nine years old, I was diagnosed with Aspergers. I did not realize how serious it was at the time and I did not notice it in myself, but as I grew older, I began to understand myself in a better light. As a very small child, my parents had little to no sense that anything was wrong. I was like any another toddler—I played with stuffed animals, I loved to run around, I had friends to play with (including
I didn’t fully know why I was there, but I was in a bad mood since I was getting over a nasty cold and I was out of cough drops. I waited in a large waiting room with my parents and several other children who were waiting for all their appointments, and the nurse called me in. I met with the doctor, and she began to ask me questions about myself. After this, she sent my parents out of the room and put me through a series of tests: she tossed a ball to me and I fetched it, I answered some math problems, and then my parents returned and I left. I didn’t know it at the time, but she was testing me for autistic tendencies. After the visit, my parents were told that I had Asperger syndrome, and then my parents told me. I wasn’t shocked or upset, but my life did change after my diagnosis. Teachers suddenly became very careful not to upset me, and during tests, I was sent into a different room than the other students. I wasn’t bullied for it and I never felt different-- I just went on with my life. And then, one day, I began to attend Newark Middle school, and my life changed. Just thirteen years old, I was surrounded by noise and confusion the moment I walked in, and my troubles started. Girls whispered about me, boys laughed at me, and teachers talked to me as if I were five years old. I had very few friends and I often sat alone, the sound of silence keeping my company. I began to realize that I
I got a good part, and suddenly I was noticed. I made friends and I was no longer lonely. During lunch one day, I opened up to these friends and told them about my disability. I wasn’t sure how they’d react, but they accepted me and for the first time in a long time, I felt normal. Today, I’ve learned how to handle my problems and accept my flaws. I actually feel as though my Aspergers is just part of who I am, and if somebody created a ‘cure’ for my issues, I would refuse it. As I work on becoming a screenwriter, I know now I am who I am and I wouldn’t have my life any other