The Transition To Secondary School For A Child With Aspergers Syndrome

So, the time finally came, Little man’s return to school as a secondary pupil.

I noticed that in the run-up to the big day, Little man’s anxiety levels rose and as a result we did have a rather difficult last few weeks of the holidays.

I was dreading the whole “getting him up in the mornings” scenario. He tends to be the ultimate nightmare to wake, given he usually doesn’t go to sleep till the small hours. Unless you experience such sleepless nights paired with early mornings, you can only but imagine the utter tiredness his experiencing. Consequently I do understand… After all someone needs to keep a watchful eye on him over night.

I’ve tried my best to maintain his bedtime routine during the holidays (that’s if you can really call it a routine)! He usually goes to his room and just doesn’t shut down. His like a long life battery. Melatonin isn’t something we rate highly, and even through the slow releasing type sometimes has a small effect every now and then, it’s far from a reliable answer to the problem. On a high note, little man is more wary of the problem and understands that bit more that it’s this situation leaving him feeling crap throughout the day. He now gets rather upset when struggling to fall asleep and by 3am his almost certainly at the point of tears. When it isn’t a school day and his little eyes haven’t closed till 4am, I’m tempted to leave him to sleep throughout the day. However, as one would expect, this is no solution! Things just become a million times harder in the long run.

So, back to my original point… I was dreading getting the Little man up and ready for school. The nasty insults that fly out of his tired mouth are nothing… I’m used to these! It’s just the whole destruction it causes to the morning. He will often refuse to wash for sensory reasons and once he has I’m faced with the struggle of convincing him to dress. The taxi can be sat outside while the escort is stood at the door and he will still be in his pants. Not ideal but something you get used to.

His first day back was in-fact yesterday (5th September 2012) and to my utter surprise, the morning wasn’t as bad as expected. He almost seemed excited about his day. Tuesday I took little man and the tiny tot to Drayton Manor Theme park and zoo. It’s the home of Thomas Land and we were there to review a new Thomas film just released on DVD, and of course the park itself. Little man had an awesome day and didn’t experience a single meltdown while at the park (in the car was a different story but given it’s a 3hr drive each way, he can be forgiven). I think it was a combination of the long car Journey and the whole day spent at the park that resulted in him actually sleeping before midnight.

He woke Wednesday morning with a somewhat positive outlook towards the day ahead and given it was his first day back, this left me astounded. The fact that Little man had spent the last two weeks of the last term before the summer holidays integrating from the primary building into the secondary department, had obviously helped him a great deal. Now he was better prepared mentally! Yes their was lots of anxiety still, but at least he wasn’t just stepping into the unknown. Anxiety seems to be a pretty common trait for those with Aspergers Syndrome and for me It’s one of the hardest issues to tackle. It’s both heartbreaking and worrying seeing your young child so stressed, especially when the cause is beyond your control.

Little man had his new stationary that was kindly given to him by STABILO all packed and ready and his lunch loaded into his lunch bag when the escort knocked at 8.30 am. He was quite literally ready to go as soon as she arrived. I’m guessing this was something of a surprise to his escort… But a pleasant one all the same!

Throughout the morning I received no emails or calls from the school highlighting any concerns. Any parent can tell you, especially those of a child with SEN, this is always a lovely sign that things are going well.

Come afternoon however, I did receive an email from the class teacher! Luckily this wasn’t to report some challenging behaviour or other equally concerning matter! It was just in-order to let me know that as from the next day, little man wouldn’t be allowed to bring in his chicken burger as they will no longer be heating his food in the microwave! Little man’s school has such a small number of pupils that school dinners are not practical, and even if they were, I’m guessing so little children would opt to have them. Little man wouldn’t even entertain the prospect of even trying school dinners during his time spent at his old mainstream primary school. This wasn’t a huge concern as living 2 minutes away, I was able to collect him, feed him, then drop him back.

Little man will not touch a packed lunch regardless of what’s in it. He may eat such items at home but as soon as your packing it, his not touching it. Warm wrapped sandwiches, warm yogurts, and warm apple juice don’t appeal. Putting it in the fridge doesn’t seem to make much difference, the issue that it was put into the box more than an hour ago seems to be a big no-no for him.

It was decided last term that he could bring a chicken burger and heat it up in school. He has no cheese, sauce, or anything else. Just a flame grilled (not breaded) piece of chicken in a bun. He also has lots of fruit and a drink. His concentration levels were therefore reported to be better in the afternoon as he was finally eating, and I was pleased that I was no longer being presented with an untouched lunchbox at 4pm… I couldn’t afford to keep this up!

The new teacher has stated he needs a healthier lunch and I’m lost at what I’m going to do. Don’t get me wrong, I understand the school have their reasons and I’m in no way stating they are in the wrong, I’m just at logger heads at what to do! Today little man arrived home with an untouched lunchbox. I don’t even thing he touched his drink.

Little man’s untouched packed lunch.

He was really upset yesterday. Having received the email I had replied stating that I wished the school to inform him of this change, I knew he wouldn’t be happy and I didn’t want him thinking it was my doing. Of course when he arrived home screaming and yelling, I had to support the school in-order to be consistent! He would otherwise struggle more with this decision and a challenging child at school was the last thing I wanted. However he did cry on his return yesterday, he protested that he had done all his work, tried his best and behaved appropriately! He felt as if it was some type of punishment (as always I blame the old school for such a way of thinking)!

We obviously had some difficulties this morning but despite his upset and empty tummy, I’ve received an email from his teacher alerting me to the fact he has had a really good day. His reported to be doing great in secondary and is settling into the routine better than expected. She also informed me that they had a chat about lunch and suggested maybe taking a flask of soup or pasta. We will try this as on his return today his eaten half the contents of the fridge which for me is much more unhealthy than the burger.

So… There it is, an update of little mans first few days as a child with Aspergers attending secondary school at an independent special school. How I’m relived to have gotten him out of the mainstream education sector in time! I’m convinced that this post would have contained content that displayed nothing but heartache if I hadn’t!

Just because I love him

A few months back I was the lucky winner of a family ticket with camping to the Wilderness festival in Oxfordshire

 Yes, I was having a period of good fortune as I had also managed to get hold of a cybermummy ticket, won a build a bear birthday party and the fantastic prize of a £15o dove spa voucher.

This itself was a fantastic prize that I won on the awesome blog Not Supermum. The festival would commence on the 12th August and finish on the night of the 14th, meaning I would be leaving on the Friday and returning Monday morning. Given Little man’s Aspergers I considered all the options very carefully, which basically were, “Take him” or “Not take him” Of course I don’t want to leave my Little man behind and just because he has Aspergers doesn’t mean he is unable to be involved in the daily activities that you or I might participate in. I’ve always stated this opinion and continue to do so! However, I was thinking of him as opposed to anyone else, let me explain! Back in early July I was invited as a VIP guest to the Pandamonium Festival by Cadbury. The event was in Nottinghamshire and although we enjoyed the Cadbury mini games and the lavish VIP area where we sat next to the Ambassador  of China, things started to turn sour by the afternoon. A festival is a place that you can’t attend on a schedule, It just don’t happen! What with crowds, unannounced changes to a listing, and the fact that most of the time you are unaware of all the activities on site in till you arrive. This is an incredibly anxious prospect for Little Man and many others like him.

Little man is a child who manages reasonably well if his home life isn’t tightly scheduled, though we try with the help of visuals etc… It’s outside of the comfort of the four walls of our home, things become very difficult. Little mans intense need to control his environment causes him to become extremely rigid which is becoming a very tiresome for all involved. I almost had a breakdown once home from that festival, we all did including the little man himself, so, I needed to weigh things up in my mind before being any arrangements. 

If the truth be told despite any post I’ve written to assist a family embanking on a day out with a child on the spectrum I still find the whole task incredible hard for myself to apply. Many theme parks will cater to the family of a child on the spectrum, offering wrist bands to avoid queues and busy areas of the park (sometimes known as a ride access pass)!  Festivals are a very different  thing altogether.

So, after much deliberation I came to the decision that it was probably best if Little Man remained with his father who was already watching my toddler. However, I did something that some may describe as odd! I went against my instincts, choosing my desire for my child to have a weekend of fun just as his sister would. I asked him, he wanted to come! As his mother how could I possibly leave him behind?

We left for the Wilderness festival around 8 p.m Friday evening, (We meaning, myself, my friend Donna, daughter Alice-sara and my Little man) as total camping virgins.  During the drive Little man was a little anxious about speed limits and motorways. I tried my best to estimate our journey time, through I didn’t want to, as I wanted to avoid any rigid time keeping. This failed terribly as he would not rest till I gave the estimate. We hit Oxfordshire 20 minutes above schedule, giving us some extra time to now get to the beautiful Cornbury estate in Charbury the location in which the Wilderness festival would be held! I breathed a sigh of relief at the prospect of avoiding any upset from Little man. We left the A road with his beautiful array of cats eyes that provided Little Man with visual delight and entered the extremely dark bendy country lanes. The roads were dark and narrow. I love these little lanes yet, I had little time to sit back and chill in the passengers seat as Little man was becoming a little worried. Suddenly everything went very wrong, what started of as having plenty of time given the fact we had hit Oxfordshire a little quicker than first expected had now flipped the other way, we were now somehow 20 minutes over schedule. As the realisation set in that, “We were Lost” there was no hiding it from  Little man who had already worked this out for himself. Once Panic had set in, it resulted in verbal abuse, mainly at myself, followed by lots of tears. I was becoming stressed along with my poor friend who was the one driving. The other problem was, the gates were due to close for the Campsite which would result in us all spending a night in the car! Can you picture it? Its a terrifying vision and one I would rather not live out!

Thankfully the lovely people at Wilderness took one look at my face and Im guessing that of little mans (That displayed a string of emotions) and my guess is, wanting to avoid the tantrum that was so obviously brewing,  had then decided to let us in! Well, it was this or maybe the fact they felt sorry for my poor daughter who had basically slept all the way from London and was now stood with a blanket around her, eyes still closed and shivering like a ice cube. Whatever the reason, I was most grateful to them when they ushered us in.

However it wasn’t a case of getting in, unpacking and jumping into a nice warm bed! Remember we’re camping here, and we are, “camping virgins!” Myself and my friend were yet to embank on our challenge of attempting to put up the tent. Lets just say that little man had good reason to blow up when we were still trying to work the stupid thing out some two hours later, (seriously not kidding, even I had a mini tantrum by this point, which largely consisted of me kicking tent pegs in sheer anger). Well, at least my daughter didn’t complain, nope she was in here sleeping bag embracing the whole camping experience by snoring under the full moon.

The festival was great, It had that hippy chick, carefree feel about it. Dress crazy, dance like a idiot, or sit and debate politics through the small hours, no one cares! This attitude makes life so doable even if it is just for them few days! I love that happy festival atmosphere. That’s the good thing about this type of festival, No one stares or makes judgements when little man is having a hard time! My parenting skills are not judged, “If they were at least they were discreet about it!” Honestly, I met some really nice laid back people.

The overall location was idilic, what with beautiful swimming lakes where I embraced the whole ‘Wilderness’ theme by freezing my arse off while being nibbled by crayfish, as Little man sat watching alongside my friend, (only myself and my daughter braved the cold waters and its many residents).

Another area of concern was Little mans fussy eating. He will not eat anything cold or packed in a cool box, knowing the festival would be selling food at normal “Festival prices” I was aware that we would need to embank on daily journeys to the nearest local takeout to be sure he ate.

As expected the festival wasn’t the type of event that you would find people following a routine, just like my true personality, people were spontaneous, taking things how and when they came. This may have been perfectly fitting for me if I were alone,though it’s been so long since I have indulged in such spirited self-being, that I probably wouldn’t know how! The point, “I wasn’t alone!” Of course the problems Little man had with the lack of routine were displayed through eruptions of unpredictable behaviours! He hit his sister and swore so loudly that he may of been heard from those back in London! There where moments that he coped and enjoyed those activities that he coped with, though the majority he did not handle well t all! Of course I understand its hard for him, yet I’m human and could not help feeling somewhat restricted from the events taking place around me. I often found myself feeling a tad sorry for myself! Though it would pass within seconds, I needed to think of Little man and ways to improve the situation.

I myself felt some strong emotions come over me during the festival. At times I was so goddamn angry at Little man as he swore and called me horrific names! Others times my heart arched, I longed for my son discover a world of enjoyment as oppose to fear and anticipation that nearly always tipped into huge bouts of anger, accompanied by meltdowns

Despite this I tried my best to give them both a good time and see it through to the end. We did it (Well, we left the night before we had to) This wasn’t due to little man but just the connivence of avoiding morning traffic on the busy M25.

I pray that one day, my son be be able to enjoy events fully like those  such as the Wilderness festival! I hope over time we help little man develop the skills needed to enable him to deal with his anxiety and hopefully reduce it.

Would I take him again?

Yes, if he wanted to, I would?

Why?

Because his my son and I love him, Its as simple as that!

Related articles

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Tad Auty.. A school excursion.

It’s been a while since I featured a guest post on the blog. I decided that I wanted to hear from those who had a deeper insight into the world of autism, but even more so Aspergers! It was a few weeks back when I received a friend request trough Facebook, by Tad Auty. Tad a 40-year-old Australian female who is on the autism spectrum (diagnosed with Aspergers), was also an active member on the Facebook page ABWA. I noticed that this Inspiring, clever lady was dishing out some pretty good advice! Members were gaining a great insight on what life was like for someone on the spectrum. I read a comment that Tad recently made on one of the treads on the group wall. It was started by one of our page admins who wrote about a social situations encountered by her young son who has a diagnosis of AS. Tad’s comment was a real eye opener for many parents reading it, Myself included. So with this I decided to invite her to write the next Guest post. I was delighted when she agreed, and with a topic in hand (School excursion) Tad got to work in producing the following piece.

I hope you enjoy! I know I did 🙂

Claire Louise

The remainder of this post is written by Tad Auty, a 40-year-old mother diagnosed with Aspergers and living in Australia.

I was asked to share with you, how I feel, how I see things…as a hope that it will help to explain how some of your children may feel in certain situations…

I’m a 40 year old female who was diagnosed with Aspergers at 33, after many years of depression and feeling like I was weird, wondering why, if I was good at jigsaw’s, I couldn’t figure out how to “fit in”. Why had I ended up being a divorced mum of 3, when I thought I was going to be a “Ologist” of some sort! (as a kid I went from geologist, to archaeologist, psychologist, anthropologist, theologise….anything with “ologist” interested me) Why was I so clever & strong in many ways, but SO DUMB in others, unable to do simple things that others can. Like be quiet! I had read about autism, (I had read about a lot of psychology as a small child, trying to figure out how I was “supposed to be”) but what I had read about autism, was all about non-verbal people. When I moved in next to Johnny, my eyes were opened.

Johnny was 4-years old when I met him. He wasn’t verbal, he flapped and shrieked and liked lining things up. My children loved Johnny and had a real gift at being able to play with him in a way that didn’t upset Johnny or get into his space too much. I would watch Johnny and was able to predict a lot of the time, what he was about to do. People would say “I wonder why he does that?” and I would reply, “Well I can’t be SURE, but I did that too, and it was because of…..”

Johnny only ate certain shaped and coloured food, and you couldn’t changed brands on him…..I would say “Of course you can’t change brands!!” Johnny would line up blocks and not let others join in. People would say “He wont let you join in”, but after weeks of watching, I worked out his pattern and system! I knew I had to drag the block on the carpet in a perfect straight line, then lift it to my lips and brush it across them, then slide the block back in a straight line along the carpet. I was so nervous when I tried it, as he watched on about to shriek or disengage at any second, but he watched on, and then saw what I did, THOUGHT about messing all the blocks up (as he does when people ruin his rituals), then he paused, looked at me again (like he was saying, “oh she has made such an effort to do it right, I will let her play”) and he went ahead and put his next block in place.

It was because of Johnny I read a (more modern) book written about autism. As I read it, I was thinking “same as me”, “that’s how I feel”, “OH so auty people can talk TOOO much!!”. I had the experience of relating somewhat to books on bipolar/schizophrenia/depression/eating disorders, etc…… But this autism thing, I didn’t just relate somewhat, it was like reading straight from my private thoughts and feelings. If I had to highlight the relevant parts, I may as well have dunked the book into a bucket of pink ink!

That was when I realised what was going on with me…And that I wasn’t alone. That Johnny and I were alike for a reason, (though so many judge him as being low functioning, because he is more disconnected from the world of people than I am, I do not like the high/low functioning label, as I think it’s a value judgement. If our society was different, and didn’t expect people to all be the same, Johnny would be valued EVEN if he just wants to line up blocks and sit on a hill in the wind in a breeze! He is functioning quite well in his own way, and is a happy person most of the time:-)

I went off to see a Psychologist who specialises in autism, and was diagnosed not long after. Life has been a lot better since. I still have the same brain, but I understand how it works now. I understand more now how NTs work too. I have learnt how to realise what “feelings” are and talk about them when required. And though I still have struggles with feeling disconnected socially/emotionally or frustrated with my neurones at times, I know now that I’m not a lone alien. I still feel like I’m from another planet, but it’s Ok, because there are heaps more of us here, and now I know that, I see them everywhere.

I thank fate/nature/God for introducing me to Johnny….and all of the advocating I do, I do for Johnny! Because he cannot speak for himself, and though I’m not him, I do empathise with him and his mum and dad….and all the other Johnny’s (and Sally’s) and their parents. I feel pretty useless at a lot of things, but words are my thing, and finally my private world, and my words, can actually connect me to people, help others feel less isolated, and likewise, I am less isolated, from meeting so many other great people who have felt this way too.

I decided to choose a memory from my teen years to share with you…
Something so simple to many people…. A school excursion, Something the other kids at school looked forward to.

When I started in year 7 (aged 12), I was a “mature, well-read, little lady”. (So one teacher said in my school report…. Gee I had her fooled) I drifted about school, had a few “friends” (I defined friends as “people who tolerate me”) who I sat near and tried to say the same things as. Outside of school I was a free child….I was more relaxed….I was a lot
happier around older people and my little boy friend from down the road. I didn’t have to pretend to be normal around the people at home. I was accepted as I was.

School was another thing though. Being a female meant I had to hang out with girls at school. There was too much negative attention for talking to boys…people would make it into something romantic, whereas I just wanted to hang out with boys because I found them less judgemental of me. I was one of the few kids at school who were actually there to learn! I liked school and most teachers! (MOST…the others suffered though :)) I would have been a very happy kid if there were no other kids at school…if the teachers were all there just for me! So when other kids liked to get to school to see their friends and looked forward to lunch breaks….I actually only looked forward to classes…and dreaded lunch breaks!

So I wandered about at school for years keeping up a facade of a perfect little robot….(I was never perfect at it though)….I was getting good marks, but I was suffering from anxiety, insomnia, self loathing, loneliness, isolation inside myself….I had no REAL friends. My boy friend from down the road, who had been my bestest buddy in the world since I was 4….. His parents won tatts lotto and they moved away. I had those “friends”, but their company very much replied on me conforming to their ideas and beliefs, so I felt I wasn’t being authentic.

THEN came along Sally! In year 8 Sally arrived at my very nice wholesome catholic school…she had a short skirt and wore makeup and had an ATTITUDE! But…I also noticed in class that she was very bright. She was also absolutely instantly rejected by everyone in the class, male and female, AND many teachers. I don’t know if it was that we were born only two days apart, or that she was outwardly expressing the depression that I was hiding, but I gradually befriended her. She was very untrusting and hesitant at first, but once she realised this little geek was for real, she and I became friends. (She said she was Fonzie and I was Richie Cunningham..I think I’ll a little Potsy and Ralph Malph too)

When Sally appeared, I had finally found someone who was witty and clever and questioning…someone who understood feeling left out or judged. We were quite the odd couple and my other “friends” told me I was to stop associating with her because of how she looked and her reputation. Though our schoolwork was great, teachers started separating us in classes. I think they didn’t want me “tainted” by her, but the truth was, she was actually helping me to speak and be myself. I wasn’t interested in going out and partying or chasing a heap of boys….. Poor Sally had abuse issues and was acting out her own thing. I wasn’t like that, so I didn’t go out with her outside of school. I would visit her house, but not when she had a party.

SO…..Our school excursion was coming up. The teachers announced that the camp would be divided into two groups who would go separately to camp. The teacher read through the list, obviously grouping people with their best friend groups…Except Sally and I. We were put into separate groups. I was put in with my “friends” from the year before who had been excluding me since I was still being a friend of Sally. I had never really looked forward to camps, but this one I was dreading now I was completely isolated. And it was very obvious the staff had gone out of their way to do that.

CAMP….
So first I have to face that horrible thing of getting a seat on the bus. People saying “No this seat is saved”. So I sat near the front…and could hear people speaking about Sally. Saying mean things….I knew she had issues, but what they said was off the mark. And they would say it loudly and would then say my name. I wanted to die. I felt nauseous and spoke to one of the teachers about geology to make myself block out the conversations behind me.

We were then put into groups for our rooms. Of course I was put in with the nasty little girls who the teachers thought “Would be good for me.” I chose a bed and was then told I couldn’t have that one… One of the “boss” girls wanted that one. I was put in the bed on the other side of the room. The girls were sometimes including me in conversation, but half the time I couldn’t tell if they were being mean to me or nice. They would say things about my clothes or hair…and then laugh and if I looked confused, they would say  “No I didn’t mean it bad” and then laugh again. These girls were sweet little Catholic girls…sweet to who THEY decided was “one of them.” The girls all wore heaps of perfume and sprayed deodorant constantly. I would have to hide my head under the blankets, which of course made them say things about me making a big deal out of nothing. (Nausea, headache, brain gone fuzzy…nothing to them maybe!)

Mealtimes were hell. I am still a fussy eater now, but back then I was even worse. I ate butter, not margarine. I didn’t eat fruit or veggies. I didn’t eat pasta. I didn’t eat rice. I didn’t eat anything other than meat and potatoes basically. The thought of having those textures or colours in my mouth made my adrenaline kick in and I’d feel sick and shaky. I knew how to not eat things….just leave them on the (contaminated by vegetables) plate, but sometimes, if the meal was spaghetti for example, I didn’t get to eat at all. Depending on which staff member I asked, some would say  “Too bad You get what your given so eat it” Which of course I wouldn’t. I had a nice teacher who would make me a sandwich if I asked sometimes. Otherwise, I had my secret stash of food in my bag that mum had packed. She knew I would need energy on camp, and she knew that I may not eat if she just trusted the school to feed me. Other kids would sometimes make a big deal about what I ate, or try to make me try things…..Or put other things on my plate to freak me out. There were always comments about me being fussy, like I was precious. But I didn’t want filet mignon! I was happy with a sausage in a piece of bread. I just wanted to eat and have no-one take any notice. I still hate dining out and avoid dinner parties…my friends only invite me if they’re having a BBQ :))

Then came the “camp activities”. Oh how I  hated those activities!!! One was called Ambulance…. Everyone had to jump on each other and hold onto others in a big knot of people…. Then the “paramedics” would try to drag them out one by one. I would just hold someone’s shoe on the edge and let the paramedic pull me out first. That was one competition I had no desire to win!!

Another activity, you had a short straw in your mouth, and had a lifesaver, donut shaped sweet, on it. You had to turn to the person next to you and lean in close and transfer the lifesaver to their straw in their mouth. The NT kids thought it was a riot! I would just drop my lifesaver and be out straight away on purpose. I hated circle activities with nowhere to hide and even just the part at the start when they said we had to hold hands to make the circle.

I DID enjoy one activity. I liked the small group discussions about religion/philosophy, inclusion, etc. The only trouble was, anything I said in the group, and the group may have even been really accepting of it or said it was good, I would get outside, and the next thing, those people in my group had twisted something I had said and the other kids were picking on me about it. So it wasn’t even safe for me to have a real discussion without the bullies wanting to use it against me.

The worst thing was “free time” though. This included a big mud fight once. I was holding someone camera so no one dragged me in, then I ended up holding all of the cameras (and taking the photos, which is actually how I started to become a photographer seriously, I learnt that if you TAKE the photos, you are never in them 🙂 AND people don’t push you around if you are holding the cameras, AND if you make sure the photos are good, people will ASK you to do it again!

Other free time activities that I was petrified of were boy/girl pairing off and kissing, etc. I saw how girls were picked on if they said  “No”, but I wanted to say No, but I didn’t want to be called “frigid”, which was the BIG insult, so I made up a fictional boyfriend. SO instead of being called frigid for saying no, I suddenly was being labelled a tart! (And I didn’t even kiss a boy until 4 years after this!)

Off to bedtime and I have to lay and listen to the other girls talk as I go off to sleep. When they think I’m asleep, they proceed to whisper about me and how I don’t eat certain things, what I said, how I didn’t want to kiss the boy, etc. I was crying and dying inside and just wanted to be at home! Sisterhood! Phooey! Not if you’re not a full blood sister apparently!
This was the last school camp I went on. They allowed Sally on one camp with me…where there was no choice, so I went to that one. And even enjoyed a lot of it. There were still those same moments…..People are people. There were still bitchy comments occasionally, and awkward moments for me when I had to hide for a while, BUT when I had Sally there, half my anxiety was gone, because I wasn’t alone. Alone we are far more vulnerable to bullies. And bullying isn’t always obvious…Especially with girls. They can be amazingly evil with just a look or using they’re networking skills…. I wished I’d gone to a boys school, but I know they wouldn’t let me in 🙂

(Sally Update: Sally is now a lawyer and high up in law enforcement. She is far more successful, together, happy and wholesome than those who judged her…Once she was an adult, and got past her abuse, she did well. The others, once they got out of school, started wearing mini skirts and lots of makeup 🙂

Tad Auty

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