Note this is from a personal perspective
I was speaking with two friends this evening and the subject of school-life came up it was an interesting exercise in subjectivity, objectivity and personal experiences shaping people’s lives but not defining them as we all move on.
My friend respectfully and realistically pointed out the fact that when students are at school (regardless of disability or otherwise) they are on their own unique journeys and difficulties can arise from all sorts of areas which have an impact of self-esteem, confidence and the ability to thrive on a functional level.
I was diagnosed late after my mainstream education had finished the best foundation for “social” I was given was through my tenure in education. It gave me the ability to cope with stressful situations, integrate and overall gave me the invaluable skills of living a “human life” rather than a “autistic life”. I was around people and my disability was not being flag waved to the point where I lost myself and was only defined by one single factor.
I was surrounded by people who used interpretive speech. I still find this mode of speaking difficult something I have aqquired a long the way in the context of school yes that was true. I cannot deny the verbal and at times physical abuse I encountered at school by other students on a daily basis as ‘normal‘ as their conscious psychothapy and narcissism was allowed run free regardless of the damage ensued.
Yes it is subjective and many of them were emotionally insucure and being so doesn’t give you a free ticket to do it to others, however they did. I see this as a learning curve and lessons in life and I am thankful to learn from the shit and make sculptures out of it. 🙂
They may have changed which is great, found families, bared children etc I wish them well on their journeys.
We (as people) are all on our journeys and bullying and victimisation was part of my experience however many others have been in the similar situations and I refuse to define my present situation by the past experiences. I am indifferent and objective about my past it happened and I am done with the “what could have beens” and “what ifs” I am thankful for my overall experience I would not have had it any other way.
Tides of Glory
I strayed and came about
Eager to scream and longing to shout
I have travelled a life which has been painted
I refuse to see my deepest memories as tainted
Come up and down and my thoughts fleeting around
I pick my body and ground my mind with the comfort of sound
A cloud full memories embraced and feetful of walking to be chased
A human being am I no better nor worse living a madless time at even pace
Paul Isaacs 2017