My last post showed that adult life is hard. I’d love to go back in time and freeze my age at around 17. That way I’d have the freedom to drive an automobile, but I wouldn’t have to worry about adult responsibilities. I’d take high school classes over adult responsibilities any day of the week.
And to think I used to think that my high school teachers threw too much work on me, while after I finished I’d just play video games, drive around with my friends, and text my friends on AOL Instant Messenger all the time. If only I knew what was coming, I’d definitely had taken high school a lot more seriously.
Although, in order to take high school seriously, I’d have loved to have been diagnosed with ADD as a kid rather than an adult. Then I’d be able to do my homework without pulling an all nighter or doing my work in other classes on the day it was due. Especially since with the diagnosis, I’d realize why I could never stay focused enough to do the work on time. I always just thought I was a slacker.
I even had a psychiatrist, but she was really no help. She did diagnose me with high functioning autism, but she didn’t offer any advice or help me in any way. She just introduced me to another student, and he had issues similar to myself. I think it was basically just putting us together to kill two birds with one stone, as she basically just left us to deal with stuff on our own without offering any advice. It was pretty much the blind leading the blind.
I was assigned a psychiatrist due to an incident involving kids kicking me in my injured knee and preventing me from using the bathroom. They kicked me and led me to the left of the entrance and I couldn’t take it anymore and I relieved myself right there, and that happened to be right in front of the window to the teacher’s lounge. It was tinted on the outside, so I didn’t know what was there, and the bullies were laughing, so I’m pretty certain they led me over there on purpose. Of course, the kids that kicked me were at the main entrance that was away from the window, so none of the teachers saw them and of course no one would verify my story. I got in big trouble and the teachers thought I had a screw loose. In the meantime, the students who kicked me got no punishment because no one could verify that they were there. The psychiatrist and the principal, the latter of whom I had to talk to the day the incident occurred after I was called down to his office via the intercom, probably thought I was making it up.
On top of that, I kept not getting the letters that my psychiatrist wrote to give me my scheduled appointment date. All of the notes for teachers and students went in plastic folders that were attached to the door, so I don’t know if other students took them or if my psychiatrist just gave up on me. My psychiatrist never called me down to her office on the intercom or came up to talk to me during homeroom. So I’m inclined to believe the latter was more likely, since you’d think the psychiatrist would put some extra effort in to make sure that I still saw her. I even told her that I never got her appointment schedule notes during the one time I did get a note with my appointment. That was the very last time I ever saw her. That was my freshman year in high school, and I never saw her for my second semester during my freshman year. And I never had a psychiatrist in my Sophomore, Junior or Senior years. Plus, I was never reprimanded for not going to see the psychiatrist, so I guess that shows how much the staff cared about me at that high school.
So, yeah. I guess I’ll amend things. I wish I could freeze my age at 17, but I’d definitely go to a different school.