Your personal experience with spergs and 'tismals

My elementary school had integrated the highest functioning special ed kids in with the normal classes (they took supplementary classes in the special ed class every other day I think), but no big stories to really mention. They never told us what was specifically wrong with these kids, but I'm 99% sure it was always da autism. In second grade the kid went into an all out tard rage (what I imagine Chris' infamous Greene County Incident was like). The teacher called for the special ed teachers and when they arrived, the regular teacher quickly herded us out of the classroom for an extra recess (awesome) while his regular teachers held him down and took off his shoes, and then literally dragged him down to the special ed classroom while he apparently kicked and screamed the whole way. When he was out of the hallway the teacher brought us back to class, where she gave us a little "your classmate is a little different and sometimes he breaks down like a very young child" talk before we went back to our regular lesson.


In third grade there was this guy who was quite a bit worse. One time he spent ten minutes shitting all over the class bathroom (possibly on purpose). Another time the "main course" of the school lunch for the day was soup. This guy mixed the rest of the lunch into the soup (even his chocolate milk), and the teacher and lunch aides actually made him eat it! Holy fuck it was gross. But the thing that I really remember him for was one day we were coming in from recess, he ran up behind me and pushed me as hard as he could. I landed face down in the gravel, one of my shoes went flying, and I actually had a tooth knocked out! Thank god it was just a baby tooth, but still, it wasn't even one that was ready to fall out at the time. I have no idea why he did this. I guess someone or something pissed him off and he took it out on the nearest person: me. The bright side was that the teacher wasn't going to let him get away with it and he got his ass sent to the principal's office. I hope he got detention.


Unlike in elementary school, my middle and high school's kept the normal kids and the special ed kids thoroughly segregated (to be honest my middle school might have not had any special ed class at all). In high school, however, the highest functioning kids could take certain classes with everyone else (art, PE, and choir for sure, anything else I'm not aware of it), and sometimes you'd see a group of the worst kids being taken back to special ed from their own private PE.

There's one girl I remember in particular from my sophomore year. She shared PE and choir with me, and was obsessed with Elijah Wood and NSYNC (or however the fuck you spell it). This was well after NSYNC was popular (they might have not even been a group anymore), but she talked about both subjects constantly, when she wasn't making up obvious stories. I didn't like her, but I was too nice to tell her to fuck off. She always wanted to hang out with me in choir, even though she was an alto and I was a soprano and thus didn't even stand near me. She tried to bug the teacher a lot as well, but the teacher almost always ignored her. Unfortunately the teacher had a habit of ignoring me if she was talking to me, which sucked because I'd have a legit question for the teacher.

PE was the worst though. Because this girl was almost one step away from clinging onto my arm, she naturally managed to get her gym locker to be right across from mine. This wouldn't have mattered...if not the fact that she openly stared at me when I changed for PE. You know those famous pictures Chris took of himself to advertise to potential gal-pals, the ones with the blank stare? That's the expression the girl had when she watched me change. I really wanted to change my locker, but I didn't think the teacher in charge of the locker room would allow it, and I didn't want to be known as the bitch who was mean to a special ed student anyways. Because she was almost literally clinging to me, I became her unofficial babysitter during PE for the first semester. Luckily, for the second semester we could sign up for a different PE class, and I signed up for weight training because I figured slow-in-the-minds wouldn't be allowed to take that class. It turned out to be the case and I was finally free from her in PE. But not in the locker rooms. I never saw her again in my junior or senior years, so I don't know if she "graduated" or was transferred to a different school. She never mentioned leaving school soon in my sophomore year, so maybe I was just lucky enough that they never let her leave the special ed classes again or something.
 
Uh, in junior high there was this kid named Corey who was actually a hell of a lot like Chris. Socially retarded, prone to really weird, spontaneous out-bursts in class, totally fucking obsessed with Sonic...I don't know if he was autistic or not, but I remember a teacher inadvertently letting it slip that he had some kind of disorder while she was lecturing some kids for picking on him. In hindsight, autism definitely fits the bill for what I remember of his behavior. Why he was being mainstreamed, I don't know; he got bullied mercilessly by just about everyone, even other unpopular/nerdy/outcast kids (in fact, they tended to be the worst). I felt bad for him because he never once instigated any of it and made an effort to be friends with him, which worked out more or less, though we never hung out or anything. Just messed around in classes that we had together. In high school he ended up getting moved into special ed classes, and I didn't see him anymore till I was a senior, doing some dual credit classes at a nearby junior college (I guess he had already graduated or something). He didn't remember me, though, so I never bothered approaching him.

Apart from him, the only other mentally/emotionally unstable person I've had to deal with is my mom, and ho-damn, talking about her would take an entire thread all on its own.
 
A lot. I've volunteered with the Special Olympics and after school programs for profoundly and mildly disabled kids for a long time. There are too many stories to remember off the cuff, but some of them stick with you.

There was this lesbian aspie in my high school who was just being mainstreamed (with some coping classes). She was very intelligent but incredibly socially retarded for that level of smart. But she was getting better. The reason I know she was lesbian was that she "hit on me" as practice because I was the only other lesbian she knew. She was sort of attracted to me but didn't want sex, she just wanted to have the experience.

She ended up showing me her novel-length fan fiction of, of all fucking things, the movie Polar Express. Did I mention she was obsessed with trains? Of course she was. Her self insert was the typical cool and collected Teen Girl with dyed hair and cool nail polish, only she was the mechanic for the Polar Express at the North Pole. Another teen girl gets brought in by mistake from an abusive home (like she came from). Of course the girl falls in love with her OC, but again no sex, just admiration and fawning over how cool and strong. The girl looked a lot like me, and had similar interests. The aspie assured me that was just "her type" and it was nothing personal. Anyway, the book was about 50% train facts, 25% arctic facts, 20% world building, and 5% dialogue between actual characters about themselves. It was fucking painful. Apparently, the other aspies in her online forum fucking loved it and it both disturbed and flattered her that some guys were jacking to the image of her and me snuggling each other in a train engine.

I still e-mail her sometimes, she went to college for engineering and seems to be making out okay.

There's also a brony I chat with pretty regularly who is one of the Jin horde of pony waifu lovers, only this one is also a lesbian. She says she's not autistic but I've got my doubts. I don't really want to troll her because I just feel so shitty she came from crazy Christian parents who blame her for the death of her brother. If anyone deserves to be married to an imaginary pony, it's probably her.
 
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I worked as a substitute teacher for a while before I got sick of hoping to be called to work. The school liked me so every year they would inevitably find a "student services" (read: special ed) position for me to work in. There's a few autistic kids who I'd worked with, but they weren't as bad. However, there WAS a boy I'll call R.

R was a spoiled little shit with serious rage problems who was diagnosed with autism, and his fascination area was that anime with the tops... Beyblade I think? He was being brought up by his grandmother who let him get away with anything and everything, and from what I'd heard from the teacher's lounge she would outright tell teachers that they were wrong when they called with concerns and problems. (Sounds familiar...) But yeah. Everything revolved around his anime or Internet references. I worked with his group on a Rube Goldberg device and he was busy trying to build a top out of the classroom materials that he was taking out of the classroom at the end of the day (a big no-no that earned him a recess detention cleaning up and organizing the supplies cart). When the quarter switched and he moved into social studies, he had a power point to do about a country in Africa. His master plan was to open the power point with the old meme "N****r stole my bike" and then just post pictures of "African animals". (He was in fifth grade, so approximately 11 years old.)

So one afternoon he gets his ass into serious hot water when he starts getting into a screaming fight with another autistic kid and he tells the kid he's going to kill him. Since the classroom teacher has to calm down the other kid and still run the class, I get tasked with taking R down to the principal's office, since he had a history of just disappearing into a bathroom or empty classroom when he was sent to the office for discipline problems. At first he's walking along fine, not talking to me even though I'm trying to get him to discuss why he thinks he's in trouble and why he thinks what he did was wrong. Then we hit the stairs. He shoves himself into a corner and won't move. I ask him nicely to come with me, reminding him that refusing to show up to the office will just result in him getting into more trouble. I go over to the top step on the stairs and tell him I'm going to wait for him to decide.

A few minutes pass and the little bastard comes over. I think he's going to come down to the office without a fight. Instead he swings his backpack (full of Beyblades he wasn't supposed to bring to school and at least three-quarters of a school year's worth of papers and crap) around and clocks me in the chest and stomach, nearly sending me down the stairs. I manage to catch myself, but he takes off running through the school. Long story short: he got caught trying to get out of the building through the high school side, and suspended for assaulting a teacher, and his grandmother pulled him out of the school claiming that I made the whole incident up and that the school wasn't cooperating with his learning plan or treating him fairly.
 
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^You should have had the other teachers hold him down and record his screams.
 
Lady Houligan said:
I worked as a substitute teacher for a while before I got sick of hoping to be called to work. The school liked me so every year they would inevitably find a "student services" (read: special ed) position for me to work in. There's a few autistic kids who I'd worked with, but they weren't as bad. However, there WAS a boy I'll call R.

R was a spoiled little shit with serious rage problems who was diagnosed with autism, and his fascination area was that anime with the tops... Beyblade I think? He was being brought up by his grandmother who let him get away with anything and everything, and from what I'd heard from the teacher's lounge she would outright tell teachers that they were wrong when they called with concerns and problems. (Sounds familiar...) But yeah. Everything revolved around his anime or Internet references. I worked with his group on a Rube Goldberg device and he was busy trying to build a top out of the classroom materials that he was taking out of the classroom at the end of the day (a big no-no that earned him a recess detention cleaning up and organizing the supplies cart). When the quarter switched and he moved into social studies, he had a power point to do about a country in Africa. His master plan was to open the power point with the old meme "N****r stole my bike" and then just post pictures of "African animals". (He was in fifth grade, so approximately 11 years old.)

So one afternoon he gets his ass into serious hot water when he starts getting into a screaming fight with another autistic kid and he tells the kid he's going to kill him. Since the classroom teacher has to calm down the other kid and still run the class, I get tasked with taking R down to the principal's office, since he had a history of just disappearing into a bathroom or empty classroom when he was sent to the office for discipline problems. At first he's walking along fine, not talking to me even though I'm trying to get him to discuss why he thinks he's in trouble and why he thinks what he did was wrong. Then we hit the stairs. He shoves himself into a corner and won't move. I ask him nicely to come with me, reminding him that refusing to show up to the office will just result in him getting into more trouble. I go over to the top step on the stairs and tell him I'm going to wait for him to decide.

A few minutes pass and the little bastard comes over. I think he's going to come down to the office without a fight. Instead he swings his backpack (full of Beyblades he wasn't supposed to bring to school and at least three-quarters of a school year's worth of papers and crap) around and clocks me in the chest and stomach, nearly sending me down the stairs. I manage to catch myself, but he takes off running through the school. Long story short: he got caught trying to get out of the building through the high school side, and suspended for assaulting a teacher, and his grandmother pulled him out of the school claiming that I made the whole incident up and that the school wasn't cooperating with his learning plan or treating him fairly.
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Wow. Sorry you had to deal with all that. How badly were you hurt?
 
There was this one kid I knew back in High School. Not sure if he was autistic or not, but he was definitely in the special ed program. I should know, I was in a special ed class with him. He was a pretty big and overweight kid with a voice that reminded me of Elmer Fudd.

During what I believe was my junior year, he would constantly come up to me and bother me. From what I remember, he had the idea that the tutors were treating me poorly and he wanted to help me. I'm assuming that since he and I were both in Special Ed, he was trying to be my friend. But he did it in the most weird and off-putting way. He did this for a very long time, and it bugged the shit out of me.

One day, I was waiting out the Lunch period to go to Theater class, and he came up to me yet again, doing his usual spiel. And then he mentioned my autism.

Now, at this time, I was very self-conscious about my autism. I was sort of afraid if the other kids knew about it, they would relentlessly pick on me or alienate me. So, out of anger, I shoved him on the arm and told him never to mention that I had autism. Then he got upset and claimed that I assaulted him and cried for security.

He and I both were both taken into the special ed classrom we worked in, and I explained what happened and ended up getting off with a warning. I don't know what happened to him, but needless to say, nobody really believed that I assaulted him.

During my senior year, me and my theater class were performing monologues in front of an audience. The guy I mentioned was dressed up as Peter Pan, if Peter Pan grew 5 feet and gained 200 LBs, and lost his hat. And he had the lines of the monologue attached to his sleeves so he would be able to perform without memorizing his lines. Which, I didn't mind too much.

Weird thing was though, even though he made it that night, he didn't actually went up to perform. I wasn't really sure what happened, but my mom mentioned that she was talking to his mother, whom she described as... an interesting person. So presumably, she took him home early.
 
Globe said:
Apart from him, the only other mentally/emotionally unstable person I've had to deal with is my mom, and ho-damn, talking about her would take an entire thread all on its own.
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Heh, same here. Mom's gotten a little more tolerable these days since she stopped drinking though.
 
Well in elementary school there was an autistic girl named Nora. I had just transferred into that school for third grade and didn't know she had autism. Up to that point I had never even met anyone that was emotionally unstable (except for my mother, but that's a story for another time). So the first time we had PE together she was probably told by her helper to go make the new girl feel welcome or some nonsense.
So, 150 pound third grader pounces on little 40-something pound me. She attempted to hug me. I didn't like being hugged by strange fat girls, so I shoved her off and told her not to touch me ever again.
Suddenly, I was swarmed by a gang of third grade white-knights complaining to me about how she has mental problems and that I'm an awful person. I gave zero fucks, and told them to control their friend.
A few years later I go to high school. Who's there? Nora. At this point I'm well aware of autism and do my best to avoid her. A few of the girls that had protected her in elementary school are there as well.
I ignore her all throughout high school, and the girls who once white knighted now take advantage of Madam le Sperg and insult her behind her back. Fun times.

There was a boy in high school named Chris that I'm sure was autistic but had never been diagnosed. He never bathed. He had a crush on pretty much every attractive girl he saw. I was mean to him. He had a crush on one of my friends and since she was too nice to reject him she told him that she was a lesbian and made out with me whenever he was close.
 
derpi said:
I ignore her all throughout high school, and the girls who once white knighted now take advantage of Madam le Sperg and insult her behind her back. Fun times.
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Jesus Christ, that's awful. I remember the football team was incredibly nice to the special ed department in my school. They'd let the kids try on helmets and go to games, and they'd just let them hang around and talk. Football players are some pretty cool guys.

But not once did they insult them behind their backs.
 
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derpi said:
I ignore her all throughout high school, and the girls who once white knighted now take advantage of Madam le Sperg and insult her behind her back. Fun times.
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Jesus Christ, that's awful. I remember the football team was incredibly nice to the special ed department in my school. They'd let the kids try on helmets and go to games, and they'd just let them hang around and talk. Football players are some pretty cool guys.

But not once did they insult them behind their backs.
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Her family was rich so all the mean girls pretty much kissed her ass so she thought that they were all friends. Bought them all concert tickets and took them shopping. I don't think she ever realized that they made fun of her :/
She was incredibly ugly, so you'd usually hear them making cracks about her back hair or oddly shaped ass ._.
 
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Lady Houligan said:
I worked as a substitute teacher for a while before I got sick of hoping to be called to work. The school liked me so every year they would inevitably find a "student services" (read: special ed) position for me to work in. There's a few autistic kids who I'd worked with, but they weren't as bad. However, there WAS a boy I'll call R.

R was a spoiled little shit with serious rage problems who was diagnosed with autism, and his fascination area was that anime with the tops... Beyblade I think? He was being brought up by his grandmother who let him get away with anything and everything, and from what I'd heard from the teacher's lounge she would outright tell teachers that they were wrong when they called with concerns and problems. (Sounds familiar...) But yeah. Everything revolved around his anime or Internet references. I worked with his group on a Rube Goldberg device and he was busy trying to build a top out of the classroom materials that he was taking out of the classroom at the end of the day (a big no-no that earned him a recess detention cleaning up and organizing the supplies cart). When the quarter switched and he moved into social studies, he had a power point to do about a country in Africa. His master plan was to open the power point with the old meme "N****r stole my bike" and then just post pictures of "African animals". (He was in fifth grade, so approximately 11 years old.)

So one afternoon he gets his ass into serious hot water when he starts getting into a screaming fight with another autistic kid and he tells the kid he's going to kill him. Since the classroom teacher has to calm down the other kid and still run the class, I get tasked with taking R down to the principal's office, since he had a history of just disappearing into a bathroom or empty classroom when he was sent to the office for discipline problems. At first he's walking along fine, not talking to me even though I'm trying to get him to discuss why he thinks he's in trouble and why he thinks what he did was wrong. Then we hit the stairs. He shoves himself into a corner and won't move. I ask him nicely to come with me, reminding him that refusing to show up to the office will just result in him getting into more trouble. I go over to the top step on the stairs and tell him I'm going to wait for him to decide.

A few minutes pass and the little bastard comes over. I think he's going to come down to the office without a fight. Instead he swings his backpack (full of Beyblades he wasn't supposed to bring to school and at least three-quarters of a school year's worth of papers and crap) around and clocks me in the chest and stomach, nearly sending me down the stairs. I manage to catch myself, but he takes off running through the school. Long story short: he got caught trying to get out of the building through the high school side, and suspended for assaulting a teacher, and his grandmother pulled him out of the school claiming that I made the whole incident up and that the school wasn't cooperating with his learning plan or treating him fairly.
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Wow. Sorry you had to deal with all that. How badly were you hurt?
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Worst was my ankles and knees- they're terrible anyways because I injured them so many times playing sports in high school and college, and I had to stop myself from going down a half-flight of stairs while wearing heels. So I spent the next couple days icing and elevating them whenever I could. I had a bruise on my ribs from taking a grand number of pounds of anime plastic tops to that area, but that was all the damage I took from the backpack. So not terribly, but enough that I had a story. (Worst teaching injury thus far has been a kid deliberately squirting hot glue on my hand when I was subbing. That was not a good afternoon in science class.)
 
derpi said:
The Hunter said:
derpi said:
I ignore her all throughout high school, and the girls who once white knighted now take advantage of Madam le Sperg and insult her behind her back. Fun times.
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Jesus Christ, that's awful. I remember the football team was incredibly nice to the special ed department in my school. They'd let the kids try on helmets and go to games, and they'd just let them hang around and talk. Football players are some pretty cool guys.

But not once did they insult them behind their backs.
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Her family was rich so all the mean girls pretty much kissed her ass so she thought that they were all friends. Bought them all concert tickets and took them shopping. I don't think she ever realized that they made fun of her :/
She was incredibly ugly, so you'd usually hear them making cracks about her back hair or oddly shaped ass ._.
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I understand she's autistic and rich and probably not the best company to have around, and I wouldn't offer to be a friend, but that makes me feel horrible. It's one thing to jump people at random or act like your hot shit and make other people feel inferior, but what kind of monster takes advantage of someone like that? How the hell do they look at themselves and say, "wow, I'm such a perfect person, and everything I do and say is right." Kids are the worst...
 
My little brother's pretty deep on the spectrum... but he's a sweet, loyal kid at heart. I saw a lot of him in Chris when I first discovered the CWCki. For example, Random Access Humor/Memory... he spouts the same memes nonstop for months on end as a means of stimulation... loudly spouting political statistics he looked up on Wikipedia giggling to himself in bed late at night. His random access humor used to annoy the hell out of me (and still does, to a degree) until I learned why he does it. Like many 'tismals, he's really set in his ways and routine... never wants much, never needs much. I wonder what keeps him going all day. He plays old Doom WADs for hours in his room and patronizes typical lowbrow 'tismal interests like Family Guy and South Park. He spouts right-wing demagoguery about voter fraud and how Romney should have won and how Obama is evil and how conservatives are wrong on immigration reform, citing his personal conspiracy god, Dick Morris. When you talk to him, something feels... off, empty, unrelatable, but I recently discovered what it is that makes him this way, it's his lack of eye contact. My dad coached him to make eye contact the other night, and Holy Shit, it made a world of difference. Night-and-day. Unlike CWC, my brother's a really hard worker at his schoolwork and yard chores. He's obsessively organized, more than I can ever claim to be... always does his homework, gets consistently good grades in non-honors classes. Though he's really type B, he has a world of opportunity ahead of him, coming along well now...

I can't say the same about all spergs in my life, though. There was this sperg I always used to be thrown in with in classes and stuff... let's call him K. Short, really flat accent, really hot temper, cynical and arrogant about every damn thing you can imagine. I think he's some kind of sociopath suffering from a Napoleon complex. My parents hold a grudge against him. In Cub Scouts, he used to insult me, made me want to quit. But I always ended up getting thrown in classes with K like some kind of demented Karass. In middle school band, he used to brag about his 1337 trumpeteer skillz while complaining about how much band sucked and he wanted to quit. One Halloween K asked to come in my grandmother's house when he saw me and my bro chillin'... when she said no he egged the place later that night. Fast forward to Junior Year of high school, he was the only other boy in Spanish Honors. By this time we pretty much became vitriolic best buds, sharing snide remarks. He bragged to me about how he stole a pair of headphones from OfficeMax. In Driver's Ed he asked me to get him something at the convenience store across the street, turns out he was permabanned and wanted me to try to get him unbanned. When I, a trusted regular, asked the store's owner about him, she told me "that little punk" was vandalizing the place with a gang one night. To his credit, he has his own circle of friends, sociopath-followers who think he's badass. He's kind of a magnificent bastard more than anything else, abnormally smart at maths and science. When I asked him about his SAT Score, his response was a flat "Better than Yours". K was right, by about 100 points. (We're talking 2000+ honors kid scores.) He's really good at trolling me like an lolcow, getting me into a panic that there's a Spanish test today that I didn't write down or remember. Every... single... time, I fell for it. :P
 
I want to take this time to state that I do not believe your Liberal "Science" regarding Autism being something that is out of its sufferer's control. Autism has no basis in either the Bible or Science, and I can only conclude that individuals choose to be Autistic because of some mania or lack of morality.
 
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I want to take this time to state that I do not believe your Liberal "Science" regarding Autism being something that is out of its sufferer's control. Autism has no basis in either the Bible or Science, and I can only conclude that individuals choose to be Autistic because of some mania or lack of morality.
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Exactly! I've been saying autism is a lifestyle choice forever. :ween:
 
derpi said:
Well in elementary school there was an autistic girl named Nora. I had just transferred into that school for third grade and didn't know she had autism. Up to that point I had never even met anyone that was emotionally unstable (except for my mother, but that's a story for another time). So the first time we had PE together she was probably told by her helper to go make the new girl feel welcome or some nonsense.
So, 150 pound third grader pounces on little 40-something pound me. She attempted to hug me. I didn't like being hugged by strange fat girls, so I shoved her off and told her not to touch me ever again.
Suddenly, I was swarmed by a gang of third grade white-knights complaining to me about how she has mental problems and that I'm an awful person. I gave zero fucks, and told them to control their friend.
A few years later I go to high school. Who's there? Nora. At this point I'm well aware of autism and do my best to avoid her. A few of the girls that had protected her in elementary school are there as well.
I ignore her all throughout high school, and the girls who once white knighted now take advantage of Madam le Sperg and insult her behind her back. Fun times.

There was a boy in high school named Chris that I'm sure was autistic but had never been diagnosed. He never bathed. He had a crush on pretty much every attractive girl he saw. I was mean to him. He had a crush on one of my friends and since she was too nice to reject him she told him that she was a lesbian and made out with me whenever he was close.
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You actually sound a little bit mean. .__.
 
Once a clearly very special needs guy randomly stole my fries at the zoo when I was a kid.
I was tramatized
 
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Once a clearly very special needs guy randomly stole my fries at the zoo when I was a kid.
I was tramatized
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I'm really proud of you for being able to come here today and talk about your trauma, phil
 
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Once a clearly very special needs guy randomly stole my fries at the zoo when I was a kid.
I was traumatized
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I'm sorry, I don't want to sound like a fart-minded JERK but that made me LOL. It just struck me as funny for some reason.

I don't know what would have happened if something like that happened to me as a kid. I'd probably be pretty traumatized too, like cry or pout. I'm thinking of going to the zoo soon because they put in a grizzly exhibit, and if something like that happened to me now I'd probably laugh or think WTF.

Now that everyone is talking about elementary school, I remember this one kid when I was in 5th grade. He was obsessed with Nickelodeon, was really awkward and no one liked him. He was a mainstreamed special ed kid, so maybe he had autism. The worst thing I remember him doing was touch this girl's breasts in the school library. I didn't see it but my mom volunteered in the library and either saw it or heard about it. What makes it worse was that was the year we learned about sex :shock:
 
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