Tw: abuse, ablism, self harm, suicide, death, etc I am currently in upper Dublin school district and please do not go there if you can. In the elementary school, there was the door ripped off of the accessable stall and it never got fixed for the entirety of the time I was there (6 years) even even I was in a wheelchair and needed that bathroom. Speaking of being in a wheelchair, in 3rd grade my teacher Mrs Dahl didn’t allow me to use it in her class room and forced me to hop around on one foot for the entirety of the time I was in her room. She even told my parents I was faking my need for it during a meeting IN FROUNT OF THE PRINCIPAL. During a fire drill she didn’t let me take my wheelchair with me even though we were going out of class to do the fire drill. I was forced to hop on one foot down multiple hallways and was lagging behind the line of my class mates because of course I was. And then we got to the stair cass we had to go down to get out of the school. Mrs Dahl forced me to slide down the stairs and told me to do it in a “I really don’t want to deal with you right now” sort of way. My jaw cramped ageist the top row of my teeth for each stair and my body really hurt. I then had to quickly get back up on my leg and hop to the door witch I couldn’t open on my own bc it was too heavy. Mrs Dahl opened it for me and I hopped out side and sat down. And then I had to go all the way back to the class room after the drill. I had to crawl gingerly up the stair case while trying not to put pressure on the leg that hurt. I had to hop down the hallways and back into the class room. All on one foot. I was 9. That year, there was a real fire. A truck has crashed into a poll infrount of the school. Thankfully I wasn’t in a wheelchair at that date because….well I don’t want to think about that. 1st grade was extremely traumatic for me. I don’t remember much. There were a lot of autistic kids in our class. 5 of them. This isn’t inherently bad, but they never told us anything about autism or why they acted the way they did. One of the kids had trouble with thier emotions and would kick things in the class room. Really nothing was done about it amd I thought they were dangerous or something. 3 years later, we became best friends and we still are. That kid wasn’t dangerous at all. They just weren’t accommodated at all and were also fucknig 7 years old. Or teacher(Mrs Traber) yelled a lot. She took a lot of days off from school and told us she was getting Brian surgeries. She was getting hormones treatment to have a baby in reality. She had a public humiliation chart that had all our names on those laundry clips and the chart was different colors that described our behavior in class. We all started at neutral. Amd if we did a bad thing, we got clipped down to “warning.” There were other levels too thst were negative an positive, but after warning was 2 more serious punishment. We were at a feildtrip anc I got overstimulated bc I, mentally disabled too. Everyone was shouting and talking really loud. We were playing with chalk and a bin in the middle of the table to put it back when we were done. I tossed it in the bit but it didn’t make it and landed on the floor. I got clipped down for that and when we got back to the class, I was forced to put my clip on “warming” infrount of everyone. That was the only time I ever got clipped down and I through I was a terrible person. 2n grade was pretty okay. But I was still recovering from the constant trauma of rejection, yelling, and especially being punished for asking questions. In reading club, we were asked what we would do if we were paul bunion and to write it on a pice of paper. I wrote “I would punch myself in the eye and then punch myself in the other eye” It’s important to note that in 1st grade I tried to kill myself because of the stress of being in that class, along with other things like grief amd chronic pain(why I was in a wheelchair). That’s also when I started self harming. In 1st grade I would try to stab myself with my Pencils during class but no one noticed. I also bit the metal, graphite, amd earasers off all my pencils because the strass inside me was hard to handle. In second grade I wanna say, I started cutting the bottoms of my feet so no one would see it. Unfortunately, my teacher saw what I had written on my paul bunion paper. I was sent to the gauidence counselor. Ever since I had weekly meetings with her but whenever I tried to talk about anything remotely personal, I was immediately shut down. I couldn’t talk about first grade. I couldn’t talk about the constant mental abuse and neglect I faced from my biological father since I was born. I couldn’t talk about my suicide attempt. Or about when both my grandmothers died when I was 4. Or that I regularly self harmed. This isn’t even the tip of the ice burg, but I have an appointment right now nad I have to go. I will edit this later. .
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