My mother attempted to get me a psychiatrist. I thought it was "cool" that I could easily out smart him. Eventually he resigned my case. This was the beginning of my diagnosis through the state and county where I live. I have a sister that is twenty one years older than me. She agreed to take me in.
I went to a school called Community Prep in Rhode Island. It was the greatest peace that I had ever had in my life. I had the structure that a boy at that age needed. Despite my sister's husband's dislike of me, she was the boss and her children were glad to have me there.
Being a private school that was geared toward people with my condition I thrived. I got good grades. I found my love for reading and I would get lost in books all day long. Riding skateboards with my deaf nephew that is a year younger than me was all part of the golden age of this experience. I remember playing Where in the world is Carmen Sandeigo with my nephew. To this day I always thought he was my best friend that I had ever had in my life. Yet when you are children you do not see the investment that you put into other people you feel like are your "besties" who really are not all that into you and what kind of person you really are to them aside from all the flowery moments.