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Teen on the Autism Spectrum Excluded From Her High School Yearbook

Getting your high school yearbook is a time-honored tradition among graduating seniors across the country, but for Amanda Paeth, receiving her senior yearbook was not the highlight she expected it to be.

According to Connecticut news channel WTNH, Paeth, a senior on the autism spectrum at Mark T. Sheehan High School in Wallingford, Connecticut, was omitted from her yearbook.

“This is not right. You guys got every other kid but me. I basically gave the teacher my book and I walked out of school. You guys could keep it,” Paeth told the news network. Neither her senior photo nor her baby pictures were included in the senior yearbook.

The school’s yearbook is put together by students and then checked by faculty, Paeth’s mom, Jeanine Kremzar, told WTNH, questioning whether or not her daughter’s exclusion was intentional. “She was singled out of a lot of things and she missed out on a lot of things because of it because people just did not understand, administration didn’t understand, peers didn’t understand. Nobody took the time to get to know her.”

After repeated calls from Kremzar and WTNH, the school told the family Paeth’s omission from the yearbook was just an unfortunate oversight and that faculty members were more concerned about spell checking and making sure the quotes submitted were acceptable.

In response to her missing picture, the school has made stickers of Paeth’s photo which students can stick in their yearbooks. Since the yearbooks have already been distributed, Paeth’s is the only one with the fix so far.

“[People on the autism spectrum] still function like you guys,” Paeth said. “We still do clubs. We still do sports. We still go to classes like you. We still learn. That’s really it, it’s just that one small thing.”

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The Difficulty of Working in Places That Don’t Consider Autistic Employees’ Needs

One of the many aspects of me being on the autism spectrum is often a difficulty in holding down long-term employment. Some employers are biased in favor of those who are not on the spectrum and have a general lack of understanding of autistic individuals in the workplace.

Some employers like people who fit within the corporate box, often just like themselves. Have you ever tried to squeeze yourself into someone else’s box? They are restrictive, uncomfortable and generally fit someone else better than you. This is what it feels like working in a place that does not take into account an autistic person’s needs.


Maybe they think they do and then treat you like the rest of the staff, forgetting; not caring the badge on their corporate material and the shop door claims their positive attitude to disabled people. It would be nice to see compulsory training on how to treat and speak to autistic employees; maybe employ a few autistics and let them do the job. That would probably work far better.

It would be nice to have a complete CV/resume done some time. I did put one together once for the Disability Employment Advisor at the local job center. I had so many past employers that it surprised the person at the job center.

I do not claim to be an expert on employment law. It would probably be safer to say I do not know very much at all. However, I can claim to be something of an expert on employment, especially from the perspective of an Aspergian. (I like that word.) It would be nice to point out now that finally after many years of not knowing, I finally received my official diagnosis of Asperger’s and possible ADHD. Having official recognition of this does not mean I now have a job, but I have had a couple of employers offer me a job dependent on background checks. Waiting is tiresome, but at least things are going somewhere now.

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How My Life With Asperger's Is Like an Overstuffed Burrito

I generally don’t get symbolism; I’m just wired that way. Tell me something and I’ll think you actually meant what you said. Art and literature usually don’t cause any emotional stirring within me, regardless of how much I want them to.

But music… music can move me. On rare occasions I’m even temporarily gifted the ability to see deeper than the words in a performance, and I feel touched and enlightened.

These words are the beginning of one of those experiences for me:

“I can’t fit my hand inside a Pringle can.”  —Bo Burnham

A lament for our time, found within the closing performance by Bo Burnham during his Netflix special “Make Happy.” As he asks “If you feel me put your hands up,” hundreds of hands are lifted to the sky and Bo proclaims: “Look at all these hands that are way too big to fit inside a Pringle can. Pringles listen to the people! Just make them wider!” Such wisdom from a young man of 25.

OK, maybe it’s not that profound. However, as often happens with people on the spectrum, Bo’s performance got stuck on a loop in my head, and I ended up watching it over and over. Fair warning, “Make Happy” isn’t for everyone. Bo’s sense of humor would offend the majority of my acquaintances, but for me, the loop I got stuck in helped me find meaning in his words.

My life with Asperger’s syndrome is a lot like trying to get Pringles out of a can that is too small for my hand.

In certain situations, no matter how hard I try to fold myself to conform to a standard determined by someone else, if I try to follow my own logic, what I want is just beyond my reach. Since “my way” of thinking can’t work, I get overwhelmed and just dump everything out and pick-up what I can, hoping I’ll be able to clean up the messy crumbs when it’s done. More often than not, I just leave a small disaster in my wake.

Sometimes I literally end up dumping things around me out to get to things I need because I end up overwhelmed by the process. More often it’s not something physical, it’s the frustration of trying to communicate in a way other people understand, which results in me spitting out a whole lot of words. Sometimes it hurts people around me… I get the feeling people don’t like Pringles crumbs spewed all over them. I often wonder how I get myself into these situations in the first place.

“I wouldn’t have got the lettuce if I knew it wouldn’t fit. Wouldn’t have got the cheese if I knew it wouldn’t fit. Wouldn’t have got the peppers if I knew they wouldn’t fit.” –Bo Burnham

Bo continues on to tell of a time he went to Chipotle and got a chicken burrito. Going down the line, he added ingredient after ingredient. When he got to the end, the guy tried wrapping it up but half the stuff spilled out, thus defeating the purpose of a burrito.

Why didn’t the expert warn him he was getting too much? Did the expert think it was obvious that you can’t put everything in a burrito? Did he think Bo was the one giving instructions, so he must know what he wants? Did it cross his mind that a little warning or advice could have made things better? Did he intentionally withhold the information because he gets a kick out of people’s burrito misery?

Regardless, the burrito expert stayed silent, and Bo was left with a mess. If only Bo had known, he wouldn’t have got half of what he did. The mantra cried over and over. “I wouldn’t have got the lettuce if I knew it wouldn’t fit.” And there is a huge part of my life with Asperger’s summed up in a silly song.

Life often feels like a series of mistakes made because no one told me what to them was obvious. And since no one explained to me how to behave, I’m stuck feeling foolish with a messy burrito spilling everywhere. I think many people can relate to that situation. But for me, and perhaps others on the spectrum, it goes beyond people not telling me how to behave. Often I’ve been told. I should know better, but I simply didn’t have the capacity at the time to link that information to the situation in which I found myself. I don’t always have the ability to know what is going to fit a given situation, and that can leave me stuck looping over where I went wrong after the fact.

I wouldn’t have talked so much about my interests if I knew how to read the “obvious” social cues that you want to end the conversation.

I wouldn’t have stayed silent to the point of it being awkward if I knew this was the part where I was supposed to participate, since you made a tiny pause indicating you were looking to me to speak now.

I wouldn’t have talked over you if I knew my pause for breath told you to begin speaking.

I wouldn’t have answered your question honestly if I knew the correct thing to do in this situation was to be polite and validate your point of view.

I wouldn’t have sat in a corner secretly plugging my ears because it’s too loud and too much is going on if I knew of a socially acceptable way to deal with being overwhelmed.

I wouldn’t have tried to fit my hand in the Pringle can.

I don’t think I can handle this right now.

I know everyone gets overwhelmed and plenty of “normal” people have problems trying to fit in. It’s not just an Asperger’s or autism thing, and I don’t want to diminish anyone’s experience. While Bo is relating his own struggle of trying to deal with life and fitting in, the song resonates with me. If you want to really “feel” the internal conflict I think many people on the spectrum deal with every day, take the last 60 seconds of the video or so and then loop it… for an hour or two.

Not the most uplifting post, I know. But that’s the thing — life isn’t always about happiness and being uplifted. We feel sad, angry, disgusted, or afraid sometimes, and often more than one of those at a time. “Can’t handle this” transitions from talking about our problems to those conflicting emotions we find while trying to “Make Happy.”

But is “making happy” really the point to all this?

I guess we’ll have to find out.

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Why I Won't Stop Advocating for My Child on the Autism Spectrum

Yes, I am a constant advocate (nudge, champion, upholder, supporter, backer, promoter, proponent, exponent, spokeswoman, spokesperson, campaigner, fighter, crusader).

I won’t stop:

Until people grasp that everyone is “different.”

Until everyone includes him.

Until people see my son first — autism second.

Until everyone is kind to my son.

Until people realize the spoken word isn’t the only way to communicate.

Until everyone sees his abilities, not just his disability.

Until people do not flinch at his stims.

Until everyone knows that he won’t stop.

Until people acknowledge my son is a full part of society.

Until everyone knows he has dreams.

Until people recognize he has feelings.

Until everyone accepts my son has potential.

Until people realize that he is an equal.

Until everyone is human to my son.

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The Obstacles to Learning That Bullying Imposes On Children With Disabilities

When I was growing up, every month was autism awareness month in my home, but definitely not in the general community.

My younger brother was diagnosed with autism when I was about 5 years old. I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t aware he had a disability and an ever present sense that my family was different. Even though my brother didn’t go to my school, word got around quickly; as a result, I was bullied fairly frequently, as was my youngest sibling. What we dealt with on occasion was nothing compared to what our brother endured on a daily basis. He was quickly identified as “different,” leading to isolation on the bus and at the lunch table, as well as overt acts of cruelty.

Bullying, and the consequences for victims and bullies alike, has been a timeless problem for many students, parents and schools. However, bullying for students with disabilities creates significant obstacles to learning and social development in a way that many students without a disability most likely won’t encounter. In some instances, those kids who have experienced bullying lash out at others who they sense are more vulnerable than they are, and become the bullies as they seek some control over their environment. Though bullying has obviously been an ongoing issue for many children, both with and without disabilities, there has not been a nationwide push to address it until the past several years.

Following the tragic deaths of several severely bullied students, many states’ legislators sought to create a legal recourse for victims.

However, the notion that an unending litany of harassment, as well as verbal, and at times physical abuse, could interfere with a student with a disability’s ability to receive the “free appropriate public education” (FAPE) required by the Individuals with Disabilities Education Act (IDEA) remains a point of controversy. In those courts that do find a denial of FAPE, the decisions indicate that in order to be successful, the individual facts must be able to clearly demonstrate that the student suffered clear and egregious bullying, which undeniably created an environment non-conducive to the receipt of a meaningful education. While it seems as though this would be a widely accepted and easily understood concept, it unfortunately remains an idea that disability advocates in some states continue to fight long and hard for.

Middle school and high school years are difficult for most. It’s a time of enormous growth and development, both internally and physically, which makes navigating a complex social scene tricky for many kids. But it can be virtually impossible for kids with disabilities, both physical and intellectual. We all want to fit in with some group, any group, that will accept us for who we are, differences and all.

My brother is one of the strongest, most resilient people I have the fortune to know and I am proud of the strong young man he has become. However, he should have been spared the bullying and instead been embraced for his many strengths and talents. I would be lying if I denied that my personal experience with this issue had a profound impact on my development and worldview. More importantly, it shaped how I perceive the most vulnerable in our society and instilled in me the importance of extending kindness to those around me. It is a lesson I seek to pass on to my daughter and hope that as she grows, the world will continue to evolve into a more accepting and compassionate place for all our kids, where their individuality can be celebrated, rather than targeted, all year round.

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When We Told Our Son He Is On the Autism Spectrum

Our son was 7 years old when he got the autism spectrum diagnosis. He had already been scheduled to move from the special education class to the “Autistic Support” class because, thankfully, school districts don’t need a medical diagnosis to take action.

We had been through the ringer — no, Sean had been through the wringer three times in five years. Behavioral pediatricians, oral tests, physical tests, genetic tests, psychological tests, neurological tests and repeat the entire process again and again. All done at some of the best children’s hospitals on the east coast. But five years in, we finally had a diagnosis, Sean was on the spectrum. Now we just had to tell him.

Sean knew he was different. He knew he had meltdowns (we called them episodes). He knew he wasn’t the same as the rest of the kids at school. He just didn’t know why. This led to frustration on his part, which led to meltdowns and periods of melancholy.

To be honest, we knew. His Mom and I had our suspicions he was autistic based on what we had observed in other family members. I believe secretly we wanted another explanation.

But Sean was Sean, autism and all. The autism is what made him, him. The spinning beads or string around his finger, the meltdowns, the mood swings, thinking things were his fault, the sarcasm, the jokes, the belly laughs, the hugs, the insisting on cuddling with Mom — it was all part of who Sean is. Our boy, our perfect little boy.

So all that was left to do was to tell him, explain it to him. Just as much for us as for him. We sat him down, turned off the TV, asked him to stop spinning the beads that were in his hand, and we started the conversation.

“Hey buddy,” I said, “You know how you think you are different, and how Mommy and I tell you it’s OK to be different?”


“And you know when you have episodes and get upset because you don’t know why you have them?”


“Well, you remember going to all the doctors and doing all the tests and playing all the games with the doctors?”

“Yes Dad, I remember all of that. Can we turn the TV on?”

“No and can you stop spinning for another minute?”


“And look at me please.” He did. “Well, we got it all figured out.”

“We do!?”

“Yes, we do. Sean, buddy, you have autism.”

“What’s autism?”

“Autism is a different way of thinking, a different way learning things. Autism is the reason you need to spin your beads and the reason you have episodes. It’s because, sometimes, your head thinks of things differently than me or Mom.”

“You don’t think the wrong way, honey,” Mom said, “just differently. It’s not a bad thing, it just means you need to work a little harder at some things. But you are very smart, Sean, very, very smart and you are doing so well.”

“Like school?” He asked.

“Yes like school.” Mom said.

At this point he went from sitting on the coach to laying on it, he was quiet for about a minute. We both wanted to ask him if he understood, but knew it would take a few minutes for him to grasp what we were saying to him.

His eyes welled up, and he said “Can you take it out of me?” he asked me.

“What?” I was a bit dumbfound.

“Can you take it out of me, Dad? The autism, please take it out of me.”

That was a gut punch. I’m his father, he’s 7, and he wants me to perform something impossible. I took a deep, very deep breath. “No buddy, I can’t take it out of you, and even if I could, I wouldn’t.”

“It’s part of what makes you so special,” Mom interjected, “it’s part of what makes you, you, like your blue eyes or your smile. It’s part of who you are and we don’t want to change that — ever.”

The conversation went on from there. Assuring him he would be fine and now that he knows why he does the things he does, maybe it won’t be so frustrating or scary for him.

You know what? It’s not anymore.

Since then, Sean has come to own his autism. We have only had two meltdowns in that time and he has a much better grasp on his emotions and social skills. Part of getting him to this point was a book we found recommended on The Mighty, “The Survival Guide for Kids on the Autism Spectrum (and their parents)” by E. Reeve & E. Verdick. Sean calls it “My autism book.” But the biggest part is Sean, and his ability to understand what we talk to him about and what we read in his “autism book.” But mostly, it is his desire to “try my best.”

Like every other parent, we tell him we are proud of his accomplishments, we tell him we love him and we discipline him “autistically” when necessary. He is doing well in school and Cub Scouts — he’s our perfect little boy.

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