Personal Narrative Of A Mentally Disabled Teen

Is this the day? Her mind kept asking the same question over and over. Taylor was at the soccer field on a sunny Saturday morning drinking her water, though she spilled it. Taylor was born with a hand disability that makes her hands not function like ours. This disability doesn't let her use her hands the proper way. Her joints make her hand point down, so she can't wave or shake someone's hand. Taylor loves to play soccer. She dreamed of scoring a goal one day.

I was diagnosed with Autism when I was 2 years old and it has affected my entire life more than anything else I have experienced. It has impacted the way I socialize and communicate with people, the way I think and understand the world,and it also affected my speech and development when I was younger. Autism also affects the way other people see me and I’m often misunderstood. I don’t remember everything about my life at that time, but I do know that I struggled a lot to get to where I am today. I’m also aware that it will impact my future and force me to work harder than my peers. Even though I have Autism, I will always know that it doesn’t define who I am and that I will improve no matter what.

Hi! My is Ginger and I am 40 something (lol). I am married and have 4 children and 2 granddaughter & expecting another grand daughter in Oct. I am currently in grad school and I have just been diagnosed with ADD. How in the world can someone in their 4o's just find out they have adult ADD?

“Being yourself” is one of the most common ideologies promoted to students at young ages by their teachers and parents. If this ideology is true, then why are so many students being bullied physically, verbally, and virtually for being themselves? Moreover, assuming a student does not have the ability to change himself in physical and mental respects, how can he overcome his hardships? I would now like to move onto an incident where I was ruthlessly bullied for being autistic. It was in the 5th grade, I was the only South Asian student, and the area I had been living in was predominantly inhabited with people of Caucasian background. That being said, it was generally hard for my classmates to socialize with me, in addition to the fact that I was suffering from autism.

All of us are quick to judge no matter if the judgement is good or bad. It was the first time we spent Christmas with our family in Dallas. All the faces around us were somewhat familiar. Like every family gathering us kids were to play outside with the other kids, but this time it was different.

Tuesday was my first day in my general education classroom. When I arrived, there was a substitute in my classroom for the first half hour of the day, because Ms. Keane was in an IEP meeting. The substitute and the paraprofessional showed me around the classroom and told me about some of the students. There are 20 students in the classroom, and two of them are English language learners.

Being a child with ADD I found school to be very challenging even at an early age. My first year of high school was a big leap from elementary and middle school. It was very hard for me to get use to the tests and work that were given to me. During that time I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do and that made it very difficult for me to really want to do well in school. Once freshmen year past I went on a trip to Europe which changed everything for me after that I knew I wanted to do something with international travel. I heard about a family friend who was involved in international business and how he got to travel everywhere and at that moment he was living in Brazil. To me that was everything and I had found my goal. I started to do better

I have faced many different challenges in my life. The most significant and most difficult challenge is living with attention deficit disorder. I was diagnosed with ADD around the time I entered the fourth grade. I always knew I had the potential to do well like all the other kids, but for some reason I just couldn’t. After years of constantly getting distracted at every little thing, getting yelled at for being a distraction to the other children, and struggling to get through class everyday, I was given a little blue pill called Adderall to help me. It was like a light came on in my head. I still got distracted and lost all my energy sometimes, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as before. Being medicated helped me feel normal, but at the same time made me feel like I was different. As a kid I figured none of the other students had to take a pill to fix their brain like I did. I constantly put myself down

Being someone with a physical disability, I had to face many obstacles from the day I was born until now. Every situation I have been through only made me stronger and stronger. I am the type of person who believes that not even the sky is the limit, that I can do anything I set my mind to, no matter my disability. At a very young age my parents would tell me that I came to this world for a reason, this phrase has been stuck with me forever. My family are my strength and my motivation to keep going and never give up. I came from two immigrant parents, whom they had to make their most difficult decision which was leaving my sisters behind. Both of my parents migrated from El Salvador to California seeking for a better future. When my parents

I remember my high school days where I used to not take school as seriously as I should've. I had a 1.76 GPA when I graduated in 2013. I was just busy looking at sport websites like ESPN and tweeting on a regular basis. I hated school so much that I never wanted to come back ever.

Dealing with this brain tumor has been very taxing the last couple of months. It started with frequent headaches accompanied by black spots in my vision. This absolutely freaked me out and I was at my doctor’s office within the week, he then referred me to a neurologist who ordered a CT scan for me. The tumor is the size of a Penney and I now have to see an oncologist. They have ordered me to have chemotherapy as well as radiation. The chemotherapy makes me sick and nauseas but the medical marijuana that the Doctor prescribed has helped with my appetite. I have been lucky enough to keep my hair although it is thinner unfortunately my eyebrows are gone and I now have to draw them in. I’m very blessed with an employer that is understanding and

The biggest obstacle that I have encountered in my ability to read and write are my learning disabilities. I’ve went through 18 years of my life before they were identified, and they have caused me so much frustration. I couldn’t understand why other kids could read out loud so well and I couldn’t. I couldn’t understand why it took me so long to read only a few pages of a book when other kids were at the end of the chapter. I had no idea why I couldn’t even sit down to write a single paper when other kids were doing their essays in a span of a couple hours.

My brother’s disability didn’t become alarming until my family noticed he was having trouble sleeping, but at first we didn’t think much of it. He had an excessive amount of energy and would stay up for hours. Soon enough his lack of sleep caught up to him and started making him aggressive at school. At first the doctor said his rage was because he was sleep deprived so he was prescribed medication to help him sleep. The situation started to get out of control when he started to get aggressive at home and out in public places. I couldn’t believe what was happening to my brother sometimes I would break down because I didn’t know how to help him. After visiting a psychiatrist, he was diagnosed with schizophrenia it was hard to understand I wanted

A few months ago I worked as an attendant to a 12-year-old boy with autism. I would go to his house and help out his family with anything that had to do with him. Some of the things that I would do were pick him up from school, prepare food him, and help him complete daily tasks. He did not speak at all, so it was really hard for me at first, but as the weeks went by I learned his facial expressions, his chart, and his sign language. Although it was difficult to work with him, I would like to continue working with special needs kids but in another setting.

Before I bought my first set of drawing utensils it was hard for me to communicate. My communication disability was--and still is--a hinderance to my daily life. I describe it to people as dyslexia with my mouth. [CLAIM] Being classified as “disabled” caused a social imbalance to my school life and ego. [D] The children that were in Special Education were always first to enter a classroom, we were forced to wait for the other students to get there while we waited in silence. When the students arrived they crowded around us as if we were circus animals juggling for their entertainment. [D] I tried to ignore this large gap and charm my fellow classmates but with my limited time around them I was unable to make friends. [CLAIM] In addition to having no time to socialize I was still unable to say what I wanted to.