Basically there was a lot of crap I had to put up with in elementary school and middle school. Mainly in elementary, it was the teachers. I would constantly get referrals when I would get too stressed out and cry for “disruptive behavior”. One time, I fell over and skinned my knee on the gym floor somehow and screamed. When a mean girl at my school tripped and fell and started BAWLING, they helped her, but the next day when the same happened to me, the gym teacher wrote my name on the board and said not to be like me and that I was overdramatic.
Later, I moved schools and moved back to the school I went to in kindergarten and first grade. The teacher was horrible, although last time I saw her in middle school, she was quite friendly to me. She would constantly scream in my ear, give me referrals, and get mad at me. She didn’t believe me when I got bullied and would scream “YEAH RIGHT, KID! I DON’T BELIEVE YOU!” She tried to punish ME when I got harassed by a predator online by taking away my computer and giving me a referral, and would basically try to find every possible way to punish me because I acted different. She was a special education teacher too, but instead of help me, she yelled at me and punished me.
The school social worker in fourth grade also lied about me and said I did stuff I didn’t do and said stuff I didn’t say. The following social worker said the fact that I told another student I was bi (now I’m a lesbian) was making “sexual advances” when we were discussing LGBTQ topics in 6th grade and said when I got my Chromebook taken away, “Aww, are you upset cuz you didn’t get what you wanted?” in a condescending tone.
In 8th grade, my friend group was only pretending to like me and bullied me behind my back, but I was always told I was never bullied and it was the way my autistic brain “perceived” it. They even called me a disgusting creep, sent threats, and blamed it on one of the members of the friend group’s sister.
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What the fuck? I don’t remember having that problem, in fact, I actually had a pretty pleasant experience in school.
That’s good! Idk, i was a messed up kid
Heh… Not to that extreme, but I have been bullied throughout school constantly, except the last two years of highschool. And when it wasn’t the schoolmates who bullied me, it was the teachers. I think they perceived I was different, even though they didn’t exactly know why, and they weren’t able to understand or accept it.
It was very stressful, and it definitely has impacted my ability to have human interactions. But strangely enough, you’d say that would have made me not trust people. But weirdly enough, I still trust people too much.
Did have some teachers that were bullies. I remember how that felt really strange and it was difficult for me to process once I realized what was happening. I didn’t get the logic or motive of an adult bullying a child. Or why they played favorites. Now that I’m older and I realize how adults work - it’s not so strange. It was probably exacerbated by my being a bit… rebellious.
Kids being bullies because they could somehow sense I was different was pretty common but expected after a while. Nowadays I think I’m pretty good at passing as “normal” but I can tell when some can sense it. And that makes me internalize the why and how a lot. I have some issues with it but I try not to dwell, and focus on improving my social skills.
Oddly enough, despite all that I would say on average I didn’t have a terrible time overall and I made a lot of friends.
I was the class doodlebug in high school and mostly just kept to myself and drew a lot after getting done with classwork, which probably helps as to why I generally had a pretty good time…
Me too :) I’d draw all over the margins of stuff.
Not exactly the same but I think being bullied by teachers is a somewhat common experience if you are perceived as different.
I had a teacher who hated me in elementary school. I was undiagnosed but “gifted” so I went to a different school one day a week. She gave me detention and made me write lines because my handwriting was “bad”. She failed me in art with like a 49. I was very distressing at the time because I was always being told how well behaved I was by other teachers and I had no idea why I had upset her so much. I now recognize that NTs can clock you even if they don’t know what it is they find off-putting and she obviously had a problem not acting out on that. I was an absolute nervous mess and it lead to what I now recognize as my first autistic burnout.
I’m not downplaying how hard it is to be a teacher but there are definitely those who do more harm than good.
