Autism Memories. Test Results. Standardized. Teacher. Man. “Great. You only got

Autism Memories.

Test Results. Standardized. Teacher. Man.

“Great. You only got one wrong!”

Me: “I didn’t get any wrong”

(scowl) “this one…”

Me: (read. look at answers.) “You can’t know that from the information in the question.”

“How can you say that? These are made by…”

Me: “It doesn’t matter, You can’t know that from the information in the question. I answered correctly.” (I consider the conversation settled, because it’s so obvious.).

Him: (puzzled) (he puts the folder away) (They had no idea what to do with us.)

(I continue my youth of wondering how the fk adults don’t get us all killed, and how it’s unbelievable anything works at all, and I try to help them when I can, or at least not create too man problems, because I have no idea what to do if they screw up even worse and I”m stuck with these kids that aren’t any better than barn animals.)

I was completely oblivious.

It’s hysterical.

I love aspies.

I would hug that ‘me’ if I was that teacher today.

it’s just delayed social development.

And in retrospect it’s funny.

At the time it was annoying.