Pink is my favorite store. My clothes from there make my body look better than clothes from other stores. This is probably something you wouldn't think that I would care about, but I think about how I look because I'm like any other teenager. People think standing in front is important, but I'm more comfortable in the back. Very much wish that having autism didn't mean that instead of being pretty, I always look messy because the normal things like going to the bathroom to check my appearance doesn't come easy for me. Mom makes me look nice most mornings, but by the time I come home I'm a mess.
Big things coming next year. I'm heading to high school.
Being autistic and going to a regular high school is not going to be easy. At my current school my classroom is a safe haven. Going to a high school that may not be used to my type of autism. Miss Parcheta earns the award as the best aide in the world. I'm afraid I won't find someone similar in my new school. That might be the difference between success and failure. Basically might be luck of the draw. Miss Parcheta might be missed too because always feel safe when she's around like she's my protector. Being autistic has been incredibly challenging, but I've made lots more progress than most. People are starting to believe in my ability to get my high school diploma. Think seeing me type has unusual affect on people. They want to become a part in my story.