Ever since when I was in Middle school, my mom found out that I was diagnosed with autism.

I know I have been animating stuff ever since when I was 7, now I'm an adult. But that's another story.

Now back to the autism part, ever since when I was little, at my old elementary school, I was never understood. I wasn't even diagnosed with autism... Yet...

But at elementary school, my vice principal was very mean and said nasty things to me, and he never understood me. He threatened to kick me out of school. My feelings were hurt.

But my mom noticed how I was feeling. So we had to switch schools.

During Middle School year, this was my second school. Before I had to switch to one more school, again.

My mom finally got my diagnosis. But I couldn't stay in the middle school that I was in because my mom couldn't afford it. So I had to switch schools at 7th grade.

At my new school that I stayed in FOR REAL THIS TIME, I was accepted for who I was by the teachers, the principal and the students because I told them that I was diagnosed with autism. But at least I graduated High School.

Now I'm 19, I'm making animations for my family and friends, and being accepted with autism.

But the moral of this story is, there will be people who will accept you, there will be people who won't accept you, for those who have autism like me.