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Hi, my name is Eric and I was born in a hospital in Tullahoma, Tennessee.  When I came out of my mom's stomach the umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck and I was blue.  I've heard other children are born with the cord around neck and not have any problems or diagnosed with anything.  So it wouldn't make since if that had anything to do with my autism.  If you have or know of a child born with the cord around the neck and diagnosed with autism or ADHD/ADD or anything, leave an entry in my Guestbook or e-mail me and let me know!  Here are some of my baby pictures I scanned.

The primary doctor was out of town.  I was about to be delivered by nurses, but the secondary doctor finally arrive a minute before I came out.  My mom said it was an easy pregnancy.  Due date was Nov. 2.  On Nov. 3, Monday morning, at 11:15 A.M. the water broke.  My mom was in labor for only 6 hours and 10 minutes.  I was quick.  I'm the second child.  First child, my older brother, took 12 hours.  I was brought home from the hospital on Nov. 6.  It says in my baby book, I slept off and on during that day.  During the night I cried hard from midnight to 4 A.M. and my parents (and aunt was visiting) took turns holding me.  Same thing the next night, but calmed down, but I had a real fussy time in the evening for weeks.

My parents first impressions and reactions were "He (me) has red hair!  He sure cries a lot."  I cried more then my older brother.  This next picture is me at 18 months old and my older brother at 4 years old.

My father said he tried to hug me or hold me or play with me on the belly and I would like push him away and I wanted to be left alone.  My older brother wouldn't mind being touched or hugged and would just laugh.

My mother told me when I was 2-4 years old, I attended a "pre-school" and then when I was 5, I attended a "workshop" for kids.  As my parents told me, I didn't start talking until I was 5 years old.  At first I thought this was normal because I've heard on one of the old Andy Griffith shows that "Goober Pyle" didn't start talking until he was 5 years old too.  It was the color show where "Aunt Bee" was taking care of a baby for a week and every time she tried to hold the baby, the baby cried.  Anyway, Goober came over one day with some toys for the baby to play with and he mentioned in these words: "I didn't start talking until I was 5 years old, I guess I didn't have anything to say."  Those were his exact words from the show.  I've seen those shows so many times.

When I was 6 years old I started Kindergarten.  My mom held me back a year because I wasn't potty trained yet!  I even remember wetting my pants in Kindergarten!  I also remember wetting my pants in 3rd grade and that was really embarrassing.

I sort of remember a little bit of Kindergarten and 1st grade and 2nd grade and so on.  I had speech lessons in pre-school and every year of elementary school up to the 4th grade.  I used to mispronounce some words like I would say: sink instead of think.  But I think I'm getting better.  In my mind I thought I was saying think, but it sounded like sink.

I remember my Kindergarten teacher.  I remember once I started dancing around in the classroom.  We took naps in Kindergarten and I usually didn't fall asleep.  I'll just meditate and think about different things.

When I laid in bed at night during my childhood I would think about all sort of things.  It's like my mind was flowing in all different directions.  I'm not quite sure what I was thinking about during my childhood years.  I would sometimes think about the next day now when I try to sleep.

When I was in the first grade, there was this girl I sort of had a crush on and I would actually bother her on purpose.  Our desks were across from each other and I would take my fingers and crawl them up on her desk.  She would sometimes slap my hand.  After I didn't stop bothering her, the teacher moved my desk or made me switch desks to another spot in the classroom.  I think I was moved to a spot by myself.  The teacher didn't like me after that.

I remember one time when I was in the 4th grade, the other students and I were individually doing social studies class work and we had 10 review questions to answer on paper.  The answers were in the chapter.  I had trouble finding the answers to the questions, so I skipped around between the 1-10 questions.  At one point, the teacher was waiting for everybody to finish and after I was the last student to finish, she asked me what number I was on.  I looked on my paper, and since I was skipping around, I said I was on # 2.  Then the teacher said I can finish mine at home.  I think I actually had only 2 or 3 questions left.  I must had the first question answered and I think I had 5 or 6 other questions answered from the third question on to the last question.  And when the teacher asked me what question I'm on, instead of telling her I'm skipping around and only have 2 or 3 questions left, I responded by saying I was on the second question because I didn't have the second question answered yet.

When I was in the 5th grade I was a manager for the school's basketball team (not that I really like basketball).  The principal was trying to help, because I was getting into a lot of trouble in school and he thought that giving me a good job would change me, but it didn't.  I guess he thought I didn't appreciate school and making me a manager would make things different, but my behavior problem wasn't that I didn't appreciate school, it was just that I couldn't control myself when being bothered by the other kids.

I remember one day in the 6th grade kids were calling me names and they were playing a game on me to see how many annoying nicknames they can come up for Eric and they came up with over 100!  That got me VERY MAD and I actually screamed, (it was during lunch at the time) very loud like a girl!  I was then brought out into the hall.  There happen to be a guy walking by or near my lunch table at the time I screamed and the principal (he probably heard me scream or was nearby) got me and then the guy out into the hall, and asked what was wrong and in my mind I was like "that guy had nothing to do with it" and then I just told them they were making fun of me at the lunch table and calling me names.  Then he sent that guy back to his table and I'm not sure what happen after that.  He probably just talked to me and told me screaming in the lunch room was inappropriate or something.  The principal might of knew I wouldn't act out without a reason (that's probably why he brought that other guy that was nearby when I screamed out into the hall too).  My reason for screaming (which I would never do today) was unnoticeable.  None of the teachers or staff there knew they were coming up with names for me (which I don't blame them).  To them it probably just looked like a normal conversation at the lunch table, until after I screamed.   

I remember one time also in the 6th grade, me and this other kid started touching each other on the arm, like playing tag, and I had to get the "last touch" and he wanted to get the "last touch" too.  We were going at it 5 or 6 times when all the sudden the teacher gave me a deportment cut, just ME, not the other student!  So, I guess she didn't see the other student.  That made me mad at that time.  That was during library class.

In the fall of 2005, I took college English, as I'm pursuing an Associate Degree in Information Technology.  I did an essay on how cruel kids can be in school by providing a few examples.  Click the links below.

Essay - my final draft  (Web page format)

Essay - graded  (Microsoft Word format)

Essay - corrected from teachers corrections  (Web page format)

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