*hugs* I remember being sort of like this.

My words when my mom woke me up for school in 1st grade: "I don't wanna go to first grade."

A lot of kids don't want to go to school, since it's generally miserable in the first place. But I've not met anyone whose experiences were the same as my own...

Though I've heard accounts from strangers, that the kind of treatment I received is not unusual for children with forms of autism.

You have my highest level of respect for having drawn, posted, and written out this work. I know it wasn't easy. However, the fact you were able to do it says so much about how far you have come. It also shows just how much further you can still go to overcoming such traumas through using art as a medium of processing such times.

I've been doing a lot of processing myself as of late. Thinking back on times like this and how they all lead me to where I am now. It is so amazing how life in itself creates a "Snowball Effect" with each trauma we suffer. Each prick we take drawing more-and-more out of our souls until we feel bare and do what we can to heal what wounds we can to not fall too deeply into the darkness.

What you've done here is truly a great work in the direction of healing. I will think on this as I further ponder my own thoughts in knowing how a very good friend is able to face such a trauma head-on. Indeed, I must do more of the same myself and, as such, will soon be writing a story in homage to Snowdrop utilizing my Haposaurs as a guide. Later, a more deep work I must finish needs to be finished if ever I am truly to come to terms with what I must come to terms with.

Thank you. Thank you for reminding me that art is truly a key towards healing. You, yet again, amaze me and I hope you only continue to do what you're doing, my brave friend. :)