If this gets dirty, it could either get infected or block his airway, meaning that he wouldn't be able to breathe and the first rule of medicine is "If you can't breathe, you die". She also explained that he had a tracheotomy, which (from my understanding), is a tube that goes through the neck and into the lungs and is used to help someone breathe. Then, another friend, explained how a few years ago, her brother (I believe) was doing the same subject, with the same teacher. When I explained everything, my other friend (also dyslexic) said that the same thing happened to him. One of them picked up on this and asked me what was wrong.
I had also just been told that morning about what happened in the previous paragraph, so I was pretty mad. It was the end of lesson and I was talking to my friends. Towards the end of year 11, I'm in my entry level science class, which is basically a typical science class, but for kids with disabilities. I just left the room and decided to wait until we had gotten the anxiety and autism diagnosis before asking them what happened (they didn't tell me this until roughly a year later when we both had the same teacher). So I went in and asked the teacher what happend and she says to me "To put a long story short, your sibling is ableist and should go to hell".
Now I was walking down the corridor when I saw my sibling run out of the classroom crying. When my sibling asked her why she can't have extra time, the teacher said something along the lines of "Autism, dislexia and anxiety do not exist in females". When she asked the teacher for extra time and explained her reasons why she needed it, the teacher said no.
My sibling was running behind on an assesment. I never had a problem with this teacher, but after hearing all this, I despised her in every way possible and had to fight every ounce of my being to tolerate her. My sibling also had dyslexia (which was diagnosed prior to secondary) and an undiagnosed anxiety disorder which at this point was so bad that they would self-harm. Also, my secondary school wasn't an autism specialist school, but it did have an ASD center with enough students (myself and my sibling included, but my sibling was undiagnosed before secondary and had different needs to me, so had to go to another area of the school for support such as extra time on assesments) for there to be at least one of them in each class. That's when I can be a little bit shouty with people. However, my sibling had a few problems with her's.īefore I go on, I just want to add that because of my upbringing, I had a pretty good idea on some serious physical/mental health related stuff and that my sibling kept this from me because I am the type of sibling who ignores the younger one until things like this happen. The teacher that I had for this subject the year after taking my options was awesome, no problems with her whatsoever. My twin sibling and I (12-13 years old at the time of this story) both chose to do HSC (Health and Social Care, which did involve a lot of writing/typing) for our GCSEs.
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