boycrazyjessie

My name is Andrew. I’m 12 years old. I have autism. This is my story. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been different. My mom has told me so many times. Kids would make fun of me because I couldn’t say words the way they could. Sentences that would seem right in my mind would get jumbled and come out all messed up. I’d try over and over to say something simple, but I would end up getting frustrated and crying. Mom would make sure to hug me every time because she knew how hard it was for me. They also made fun of me because I would always carry a crayon case. Anywhere I went, I had to have this thing around me. Mom