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“The Diary of a Sad Autistic Child”
In the last 5 years, I have been documenting my life in diaries and journals.
In 2019, I began writing down things in a journal that I bought at Barnes and Nobles. When I was asked by someone to explain my childhood and my life, I had to tell them that I don’t recall many good things happening in my life. It’s really sad, cause I’ll sound like a spoiled brat, but I’m not, I just wanted to be loved, and to be protected, for someone to be on my side of anything.
When I began writing down my childhood memories, the one that I recalled was when I was 9 years-old and getting The Diary of Anne Frank for the first time. It made me happy, seeing that my purpose was to study the Holocaust and fight for Jewish rights. I’m not anyone speical, I’m just an average Jewish woman, who is autistic. When I got my autistic diagnosis at age 22, everything seemed to make sense.
Freak, was the label I had grown up with. When my childhood sweetheart asked me if I ever felt protected by anyone, my answer was “no,” because I wasn’t. I was never protected. If school teachers made me feel like shit, like a lot of them did, my mother would take their side and I was just miserable in school. I…
