Personal Narrative: Asperger's Syndrome

When I was in elementary school, I felt as if I was the only kid thinking about what the future held in store for me. Not what was new in the world of Pokemon trading cards, or if it is going to rain during recess, but rather what my life is going to be like when I surpass the age of mandatory schooling. This is not ordinary thinking for a child in elementary school. These were the ideologies of a soon to be graduated high school or college student. Something wasn’t normal with the way I thought about things. It was as if my brain was wired differently, and it was. I have Asperger’s Syndrome, a developmental disorder affecting social interaction and other forms of communication. However, elementary me didn’t know that such a thing existed. I didn’t find out about my situation until age 10, when I went upstairs upset, wondering why I was so different. My mom informed me that night seven years ago, that I had Asperger’s Syndrome. …show more content…
I was informed that during my years as a infant, I acted… off from traditional children. My parents were curious as of why their second child appeared upset and distressed when furniture was repositioned, or when I wouldn’t eat cracker’s if cracked or bananas if split. My parents would take me to fireworks and while there, I would cry as each rocket “boomed” in the sky and shook the ground in which I layed. It wasn’t the fireworks themselves that bothered me, but the feeling that something bad is going to happen based on those “booms” and shaking of the ground. Luckily, through each display of explosions, my mother would cover my ears so that we could both enjoy the