When I was in third grade, my mom got a job as a classroom aide at the elementary school I attended. And that's where she still works. Today, when she came home from work, my mom told us that one of the school busses was thirty minutes late this morning. One of the boys at her school told my mom that the reason why that bus was so late was because the children on the bus were so poorly behaved that the driver had to pull off the road to assign seats. Later on that day, my mom found out from one of the teachers she works with that there is also some bullying going on, on that same bus. The bullying had gotten so bad for a certain boy that his mom is afraid of sending him to school on the bus. Another boy does things to him, like pour his water from his water bottle onto this poor boy's head! I always try to link the things that happen in my everyday life to my experiences as an autistic woman. So, I wanted to take this as an opportunity to tell you about what it was like to ride the bus to school as an autistic student, long before I knew I was autistic. From the title of this blog post, you probably already know that I absolutely HATED riding the bus to school. Why I HATED Riding The Bus To School: I Was Afraid Of Getting On The Bus: When the bus pulled up to the bus stop, all the children ran to the bus because they wanted to get the BEST seat. The running children scared me. I have struggled with my gross motor abilities my entire life (this is a commonality among autistic people/children), so every day when it was time to get on the bus, I thought I was going to get trampled & injured from running children. I could feel a rush of adrenaline running through my body every time it was time to get on the bus. Being someone who has always avoided adrenaline-inducing activities, this felt absolutely terrible! I Usually Had No One To Sit With: This is a pretty self-explanatory reason, but when you're autistic, you tend to have trouble making & keeping friends. In the beginning of the school year, I would sometimes have a neighborhood girl to sit with, but as the year went on, that girl went on to make her own friends who she wanted to sit with on the bus. And where did that leave me? Alone of course. Not only was it embarrassing, but it made me so sad that no one wanted to be my friend. There Were Older Children On The Bus: There's a big difference between a first grader & a fifth grader. Whenever I was on the young end of whatever school I was in, I felt like being around older children was dangerous. I mean, I even felt like it was dangerous being around children my own age, so of course being around older children was even more frightening! One Of My Bus Drivers Was Scary: My middle school bus driver was crazy, mean, & scary! She often started driving before all the students were seated. Because of my gross motor difficulties, this was terrifying for me. She would also do things like yell at whoever had a dirty water bottle on the floor by his/her seat, being seemingly unaware that water bottles roll when the bus moves, so whoever she was yelling at likely wasn't responsible for leaving their dirty water bottle on the bus. It Was Loud: I didn't have noise sensitivities like the typical autistic student did, but I was a calm & quiet girl who preferred calm & quiet environments, rather than environments with excitable, yelling children. I Was Afraid Of Getting Off The Bus: Again, children moved much too quickly for my comfort level. Because of my gross motor difficulties, I have always had to take stairs slowly & cautiously. However, when it was time to get off the bus, I thought I was going to get trampled & injured from running children. I could feel adrenaline rushing through my body every time it was time to get off the bus. Having been an adrenaline-avoider my entire life, this felt absolutely terrible! I Was Afraid Of Missing The Bus: Again, because of my gross motor difficulties, it was hard for me to get to the bus at the end of the day quickly enough. This was particularly stressful in high school, when all of the busses were lined up at the front of the school simultaneously rather than being called over the loud speaker. There was never enough time for me to gather everything I needed in order to do my homework that night AND make it to the bus on time without stressing. If I were to miss the bus in high school, it would be particularly bad because it would mean that I would need to wait a whole extra hour & a half at the school in order for my mom to pick me up to go home, since she didn't get out of work until three o’clock & the high school was a twenty minute drive away. I don't think that ever happened, but the idea of it EVER happening terrified me. Just being in that school drained every ounce of energy I had that I couldn't wait to run away from the school building at the end of the day! (I'll tell you more about my experiences with school in a future blog post.) This is one of the many reasons why I was so relieved when I got my driver's license. Why I Never Struggled With Bullying On The School Bus:
I experienced very INTENSE bullying in school, but never had any problems with bullying while on the bus. The short reason why is simply because I always sat in the first few seats of the bus. The exact place where no one ever wants to sit on a school bus. If someone had ever hypothetically forced me to sit in the back of the bus, I would've been absolutely terrified because that's where the bullies sat. Even the kids who sat back there who were not bullies tended to be friends with them. The wild, loud, obnoxious athletes sat in the back of the bus. I generally didn't like athletes, unless they were runners, were part of the track team, or were tennis players. I wanted to do everything I could to stay away from bullies & everyone who associated themselves with them. Because I sat in the front of the bus, that was the only part of the day that bullies didn't bother me. They didn't go out of their way to bother the quiet, loner girl sitting in the front of the bus because she didn't want to be bothered by the bullies, among a plethora of other reasons. I was so glad about that. I sat in the front of the bus from when I was in kindergarten until I stopped taking the bus, when I was a high school sophomore. I Wished My Mom Drove Me To School! Within the past few months, I made a comment to my mom about how I hated riding the bus to school & I wished she drove me. I never understood why I had to take the bus to school. I assumed my mom had some very good reason for not driving me to school. Or that it was just too much trouble. I have always believed that I was too much trouble & caused too much worry. To my surprise, my mom never knew how much I hated riding the bus to school & she told me that she would've driven me if I had asked her to, particularly when I was in elementary school & I attended the same school she worked at. I wish I had known this twenty-five years ago. I have always been a meek person, as a child AND as an adult, both inside & outside of my family. I was really pushed by my special education teacher to advocate for myself when I was a junior & a senior in high school, in preparation for college, but speaking up for myself is & always had been difficult for me, particularly in my younger years. I know that is also likely why that despite all of the intense bullying that I endured, I never told anyone how painful it was, how much it bothered me. Issues I dealt with while I was in high school, & even while I was in middle school & while I was in elementary school are still affecting me well into my thirties. I'll share more about my experiences being a victim of such intense bullying in a future blog post.
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