I admit it, I am only a teen, but I am not an ordinary teen. I am a teenager with Aspergers Syndrome. I was the result of a teenage pregnancy. My mother was 18 when I was born and she couldn't take care of me so she gave me to my wonderful grandparents. They have taken care of me and have helped me down the rough road that is life. Most of my Elementary life I was bullied in school for being different than others. I had very little friends and the ones I had, I lost due to stupid mistakes. I made a lot of bad choices from 2nd grade onward into middle school. Most of them had to do with disrespecting teachers and other adults. At about 4th grade things were worse than they'd ever been so my grandparents took me to see a psychiatrist at Children's Medical Center Plano. She diagnosed me with Aspergers Syndrome and Rage Disorder. I was put on medication to help with the rage; it helped some but it didn't completely stop the rage. I remember on my 11th birthday in my 5th grade year i brought cupcakes to the school and when I was told to wait, I got them out anyway. I had a big shouting match with a teacher and I was told to bring them home. At that time I hated all types of authority and had no better pleasure than to undermine it. I’m not going to sugar-coat this story. When I went into middle school I started to get physical with my grandfather. Things started to get worse, until I was put into the Seay Behavioral Center in Plano. I stayed there for 3 days attending therapy, talking to others like me, and trying new medicines. I found a match on the last day I was there; a combination of medicines that seemed to fit with me. After starting these medications I started decreasing in the times I got physical with my grandfather, the times I got angry at teachers, and the times I undermined authority and now, at my new school, I haven’t got into trouble once, over the computer or anything else. I remember once piece of advice a security guard for Plano ISD said to me. Don’t make computers my Reese’s cup, my addiction, the only thing I do. I never will forget my friends, the time I was asked to dance at the social and wonderful Mrs. Martinez, who sent me to the school that has changed my life.