My Journey From Autism to Special Education Attorney


Many people have asked what motivated me to become a special education attorney. Many parents of children with disabilities who are already attorneys become special education attorneys through the process of advocating for their children. My journey to becoming a special education attorney is much more personal. I came to the field to fight for children with disabilities so that no child would have to go through what I did growing up.

Growing up, I was not properly diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome until I was 18 years old. Looking back, I know I did not get proper educational services and did not get the education I was entitled to. If my parents had known, things might have been different. Unlike some children who gave up on their lives, I worked harder and pushed ahead and got here through my own determination and hard work.

I spent my entire educational career prior to college in special education, despite not ever being given the proper identification and diagnosis. A turning point in my journey occurred when I was in the sixth grade. The school social worker at the time told my parents that I was never going to graduate high school and they should “throw me away” and forget about me since I had no future. Meanwhile I had one friend at that time, who the same social worker said was well adjusted and ready to return to mainstream public school.

Unfortunately, the social worker had betrayed my friend’s trust by repeating something told to him in a private counseling session to the whole class in a group session, despite his request that it be kept private. He shared with me his feelings of betrayal by the social worker and never trusted adults after that with his private feelings. My friend did go back to mainstream public school, and because he now was keeping his feelings even more inside, he never shared with anyone the demons consuming him. The day before his 16th birthday (which was 4 days after I turned 16) he died by suicide, and his mother found his body. Because of the social worker he never told anyone about what was haunting him. I always say this event was a turning point in my life, and almost 25 years later it still has had a great impact on who I am and who I have become. I always say the system failed me, but failed him worse. Unfortunately, when I Googled the social worker to tell him how he was wrong about me, but had failed my friend even worse, I found his obituary. He had passed away in 2011.

As an adult I proved the social worker wrong by not only graduating high school but college, graduate school, and law school and then becoming an attorney. I realized I had something to give back so no other child would go through what both my friend and I had. I knew I had to make a difference, so children like me would know they had a future, and children like him would know there were people they could go to, and they did not need to feel hopeless.

My life experience of having been where your child is drives my desire every day to fight for justice for children with disabilities and their families. I made something of myself, but sadly, many end up like my friend.

Learn more at Michael Gilberg’s website.

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