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10/9/2024 2 Comments School MiseryHaving my life dictated to me by my school district is infuriating. The less I have to go to school, the happier and mentally healthier I am. Going to a place where I am seen as nothing more than a cognitively impaired vegetable is totally depressing. I just don’t understand why they insist that I am totally a moron. If they would come here, they could talk to me and see that I am smart. But instead they force my mother to bring me there, where I spend my days doing infantile work. You would think that they almost want me to be cognitively impaired. They refused to allow me to come here to be educated. There, I am doing only kindergarten level work, for example. But here I am doing eighth grade math. Basically, it seems to me that all they have to do is visit M2H and spend an hour watching me. The fact that they refuse to do so tells me that they do not care that I am suffering. 
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Today there is sunshine in my heart. I believe the reason is Judy. I got so excited when Mom told me we got an appointment with her. Coming to M2H is the best thing in my life. The thing about this place is that real love is here: we can feel it. There’s no other place I got that feels like it. It feels like there is more sunshine inside than outside. And that warmth seeps right into my heart. I’m positively giddy, Judy says, and that’s true. All I want to do is to feel the sunshine every day.  When people meet me, they think I’m talking with my mouth. My stupid mouth babbles all day, which misleads people into thinking I’m trying to talk. The noise coming from it may sound like clear words, but that is not me. The real Vinny is super smart, loves to learn and have friends. He understands everything you are saying, and desperately wants to respond to you. He is most interested in history and cannot wait to study it in college someday. The real Vinny loves to have friends to hang out with, and to play games, and to laugh. Very few people know the real Vinny. At M2H I am loved for who I really am. I don’t have the words to describe how that makes me feel. Maybe the word joy works. To be loved and known has transformed my life. I am happy for the first time.  |
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