Born into this earth and almost immediately rejected, after birth I was swiftly transferred to another hospital separated from my own mother instantly. I entered this world with a deadly sickness. Sepsis, a life-threatening medical emergency where the body's extreme response to an infection triggers widespread inflammation, damaging tissues and organs. It can result from an infection anywhere in the body, and without quick treatment, it can lead to organ failure and death. The condition requires immediate medical attention. I remember my mom telling me how terrified she was that her first child left her and almost left for good. Later in my life as a child I had tubes in my ears, I remember my mother telling me that when those tubes were removed I was laughing and how every sound made me hysterical. I cried at the thought of it as I could have lost one of my five senses, but when I thought of my self laughing to sound it really made me think of how much I cherished life even if it was something small and silly. I just wish I could share that happiness with everyone. But I learned later in life, people aren't always happy. People can't be forced to be happy which I can agree with otherwise that would defeat the point of freedom. As a kid though I was sick, a lot... And by the age of five my younger brother was two years old and I was diagnosed with autism, I was separated and
Segregated for almost all my school life, I was no different from everyone but at the same time I was different. No one else had autism, no one else knew the pain of a disability and how easy it was to lose control and practically become an alien, some living as a part of the human race yet the way I was treated and separated from others was rather inhumane. Sometimes I wonder that if I didn't have autism would I be the unique person that I am today, or fit in with the rest of the heards of sheep just to be like everybody else. I love being unique but I hate being called special because to me everyone else is normal, so if I'm special does that mean that I'm also not normal. I'm literally labeled and defined by my disability not by my humanity. I'm different from everyone else even though I'm doing the same freaking thing that everyone else does yet I'm still special, not normal... Life gets better later on down the road but there are still some bumps in the road ahead, but for now all I know is I'm different, special (not normal), and an outcast compared to the rest, and to be honest I hated that, but now that I've grown up a bit let's see what my life looked like in grade school...