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Carter’s Story. He is 13.
Why do you want to write a story about me? Autism is not that big of a deal.
I feel like I am inside a little white box writing all my thoughts and feelings with dry erase marker, but no one can find me to understand what I am going through. I erase those thoughts and feelings myself, but some things I write in permanent marker, and they will never be forgotten.
If you could come inside, you would see the conversations I’ve had with you, the experiences I’ve shared, and the journey of my life; you would understand me.
But I cover what I do not want you to see.
I put away what I do not want lost. I’ll tell you if you let me, though.
They may not matter to you. But they matter to me.
The secrets of my mind are my secrets and not for you to know.
I don’t tell you because I don’t see you understanding anyway.
You think you do, but you really don’t.
It is hard for me to look you in the eye, even harder to be around you. Try learning when people talk so fast and think even quicker. You don’t have the patience to wait for my response. Instead, you avoid my words as if I should know to say what you want me to say. This overwhelms me.
I’m going to open this white box for a moment.
The first thing people notice about me is that I’m quiet.
I’m quiet because I don’t know what to say.
I see people in a group and I watch them talk to each other.
Their lips move, laughter erupts, and their eyes brighten at the thought of the next word they are going to say.
Instead of words coming to my mind to join their conversations, I watch them and think about their words.
When they turn to me to join, my mind becomes blank.
Everyone I know is an extrovert.
They know what to say.
I don’t know how I’m like other kids with autism. I wish I knew more about autism.
I know that I am not like normal kids because I’m quiet.
They can pedal a bike! They can lie. If you want me to lie, forget it.
The main difference between me and normal kids is that they are outgoing—some are loud, but I ignore those kinds of kids. I love my mom, dad, grandma, and grandpa, and my uncles. They are my favorite people.
Being overwhelmed is the worst feeling ever. It makes my brain get dizzy and causes the noises to get louder. It gets on my nerves. Teachers could help by not overwhelming me.
The perfect school would have three floors and a big pool. Teachers wouldn’t give a lot of homework; more importantly, they would get to the point. The only classes that would be at that school are Cooking and Science.
Science is the best class. Well, the experiments with chemicals and animals are.
The stupid work is my weakness.
There was this boy who puked on the playground. Five of us were surrounding him and he puked. We picked on him. Well, I don’t know if we picked on him or bullied him. I hope he is okay. I feel bad, but I kind of don’t because he picked on me too. I bullied to survive.
I have a village I created on Mine Craft. The hideout is Hatzan camp. The bandits lurk around in the corners. I’ve created secret rooms and passageways deep underground so they can’t find my treasures and livestock. The fort is called Alatak. It has an escape path. I’m building a new fort. I think I have a good shot at being a game designer when I grow up.
Sure, I have to try harder to learn. Multiple choice tests are not clear. If my grades were based on homework, I’d probably get all A’s. My mom helps me through it, but she pushes me and makes me work hard. She always judges my writing. When I do my homework wrong, she is there to help me get it right.
At least I am not confused about what she wants. Teachers, on the other hand, are not clear. I ask a question about the assignment and they answer me quickly and get back to being busy.
Something a little weird about me is that I don’t go out a lot. It feels normal to be home.
I don’t think anyone knows I have autism when they first meet me. If you try to have a conversation with me, you will realize I am quiet and think about things differently than you do. At night I curl up with my weighted blanket and bury my head to get comfy.
What do you need to know about Autism?
If kids with autism are like me, then here is what you should know:
People shouldn’t talk like stories. Be more plain. Come out with it. Stop being confusing.
Stimming helps me when I am overwhelmed. I tap the plastic hanger against my legs, arms, and sometimes my chin. I also hit it against the back of furniture, which has caused some damage to our couch. If I can’t use my hanger, then I walk and pace. You might find me gently tapping myself as if I had the hanger. I chew gum. When I get home though, I get my hanger. I do it when I want, but only at home.
I love to be close to you. It makes me feel safe and to understand you better. I also like to be touched. I used to get my skin brushed, though not so much anymore. I still like it though.
Don’t think I have forgotten something just because I don’t talk about it; I remember.
I know what right and wrong is. I am like everyone else in that area. In reality, I’m better at it.
If you’re autistic, you should get a stick or a hanger and try stimming. It will help you.
All right, I think we’re done. I like being heard, but I feel overwhelmed.
Watch the reading of Carter’s story from the Facing Autism Event.
As told to Jamie Linton by Carter Tharp.
Jamie Linton is a high school English teacher and mother of three by day, and a relentless idealist by night. A textbook introvert, she is self-motivated and driven. She lives in Muncie, Indiana, and is marrying the love of her life in June. Visit her blog at: www.truthorprayer.com.
If you connected with Carter’s story, you can contact his mom, Susie Tharp, at firstname.lastname@example.org.