Ex

This is the first written I'll publish in my new blog. This is a story I wrote when I was 17 and it says something like that:

This is the story

Of a young boy

A special boy

Who when wrote it

He was 17

He is a different person

Different from the rest

He has a syndrome

Called “Asperger”

When he was a little boy

The people didn’t accept him

Just for be different

He felt like the shame

Of his family

Who didn’t want to understand

That it was a syndrome

Everybody thought

He was sick

But day after day

Year after year

He gets by for being a nice boy,

So that the people want him

And accept him as he is

He never gives in

His fight always goes on.

When he was 7 years old

He began with those things

Which in that time were strange

He knows he has this syndrome

Since he was 12,

But his family denied accepting it

Including his father

He didn’t want to accept it

He preferred to say him in a bad way

“Stop doing that!”

And also preferred hit him

Every time Ex did it.

There was a time when he suffered a lot

Because of the ignorance of all who knew about it,

And that time was when his friends made him suffer,

And his parents made harder his life.

The years passed by

And now this boy is 17 years old

In this while he’s writing this story,

This boy is me,

And now I can say that everybody,

Family, parents and friends,

Including my 2 sisters,

All this people today understands me,

Now I know that I’m not the only one

Who has this syndrome

In an event I knew a lot of people as me,

And so is how I know it.

Now the people accepts me as I am,

‘Cause I am so, originally.

March 2^nd, 2004