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fuck it, i might as well tell a story
>be me, about 13
>first year
>PE class is ending and lunch time is coming
>sit in changing room, pissed off about something (i forgot what it was now, probably something about "fuck pe i'll never need it".also because i didn't like changing with the others for some reason, i got a changing room to myself.)
>get changed, dicking about occasionally
>get out of the changing room
>as i was dicking about, lunch had ended.
>cry
>get out of the changing room, crying
>teacher sees me
>re-assures me
>shit escalates
>mom hears about it, goes fucking ballistic at the teachers
>get permission to bunk the fucking queue and get my lunch that way from now on. this goes on for the rest of my college years.
>mfw
being autistic is both a blessing and a curse
