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An 11-Year-Old Opens Up About His Disorder


I have this thing called Asperger’s. It’s a spectrum disorder. It has some ups and downs. Basically, it makes me really smart. But it’s hard for me to talk to people. I can’t look into their eyes. I can’t sit still.

Noise: it hurts a lot. My Asperger’s gives me like supersonic hearing. People—lots of people I don't know—make me have this pressure in my head. In school assemblies I have to wear headphones that play music or block out sound.

There are ups to having Asperger’s. Like, I read and comprehend really well. I can do things that other people can’t. I can run really fast. I can find other ways to do things. My hearing can be cool too. I can hear a phone ring from a long distance.

When I first started getting help, I would have these problems. I would stomp around the house, screaming and yelling. I would break a lot of things. I broke my bedroom door. I broke a bunch of Rubbermaid boxes. I broke a chess set. I broke a bed. It is not just breaking stuff; it is more like flipping out.

I would get mad at the stupidest things like having my mom check my homework, stuff that isn't worth fighting over. Even just being annoyed by my siblings sometimes ticked me off.

I have been working to stop with these things. And I have gotten better. I stopped having problems. I do different things to help me, like walk away or go in my basement and scream, bounce on one of those exercise balls, do deep breathing, and count to 10 or higher.

I go to this thing called OT. It stands for occupational therapy. There, I learn stuff, stuff I need to know. It’s like Mozart needing to practice. I need my OT. It shows me how to stay in class, and stay calm when I’m upset.     

Asperger’s has ups and downs, but it makes me unique. If you know someone, like a family member, who won’t look at you, they could have Asperger’s. They are unique. I am unique.  

By Ian Troisi, 11