While I’m rather open about having Asperger’s now at almost 29 years old, that wasn’t always the case. There were many years after I first learned this information about myself at age 20 during which I carefully considered whom I wanted to share with. Each divulgence made my heart race as I waited to see what would happen.

A few years ago, I was texting an acquaintance and decided it would be relevant to the conversation to let her know I have Asperger’s Syndrome, so I told her. …


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As I was walking to work this afternoon with my music on shuffle, a song came on that reminded me of a girl I used to know: Message In A Bottle by The Police; she loved that song. She was an 8th grader and had that song on her pink iPod Mini. …


I don’t make a habit of feeling sorry for others. As a teacher, when a child is struggling with academic work, my response is to validate the child’s concern that the task is difficult and then remind the child that he or she can do hard things. The year I taught fourth grade, I had my students trained to chant, “We can do hard things!” whenever they heard a classmate announce that something was too hard.

For many of the children I’ve worked with in my three years as a teacher, schoolwork is the least of the “hard things” they…


Imagine twelve girls and two recent high school graduates in a room not much bigger than a college dorm. Now imagine that they all live there for a month. The fourteen humans share a bathroom with a handful of toilets, sinks, and showers. The girls wear each other’s clothes and sit on each other’s beds to hang out. In summary, overnight summer camp is a germ factory.

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It was the summer of 2005, and I was back at camp for a third year. I had been for two weeks when I was ten and three weeks when I was eleven…


I try to avoid getting in arguments on Facebook, but I just had to comment on a contact’s sharing of the following: “People are silent about the murder of George Floyd, but appalled by the looting and property destruction. A human life is more important than a million cop cars and Target stores. Stop valuing inanimate objects over black people.”

Wow, so much to unpack there. Firstly, who are these silent people? My experience on social media and when watching the news or listening to political podcasts has been anything but silence about George Floyd, and I have yet to…


As Ben Shapiro is fond of saying, written on Trump’s epitaph will be the following: “Donald Trump, 45th President of the United States, said a lot of bleep”. On April 23, Trump once again came under fire from the media for his comments during a coronavirus press briefing. Bill Bryan, Secretary of Homeland Security, had just finished giving a report explaining that sunlight can kill the coronavirus quickly. Trump spoke next, and here is the relevant part of the quote for which Trump was slammed:

“So, supposedly we hit the body with a tremendous, whether it’s ultraviolet or just very…


I guess I just thought it was normal. My normal, at least. This was how it was going to be.

I was 20 when I found out I have Asperger’s Syndrome, so I grew up without this diagnosis and the special supports that can accompany it. I went to a college preparatory private school in grades seven through nine, and while I had some amazing teachers and did make a handful of friends, those were some of the toughest years of my childhood. By middle school, while I was above grade level in academics, my peers had soared past me in social communication skills. …


“You have your swans, and you have your ducks…”
“Excuse me?”

I was sitting in the office of the CEO of the public charter school at which I had been employed as a middle school math teacher for nearly six months. As part of the school’s charter, students are grouped by test scores for both their math and language arts classes. This arrangement allowed me to effectively differentiate my instruction, and, when I gave quizzes, I often had a different version for each leveled class period.

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As I graded a recent quiz from my third period class, the highest-achieving quartile…


The media’s portrayal of Asperger’s Syndrome is only partially right.

This piece was originally written as a post for my personal Facebook page in April 2019. I’m now 28 years old.

I was 20 years old when I was first told I have Asperger’s Syndrome, and that diagnosis was removed from the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual the following year. After choosing to have a formal evaluation with a neuropsychologist when I was 24, I was given the diagnosis of Social Pragmatic Communication Disorder. Both of these diagnoses are either part of, or similar to, the label of Autism Spectrum Disorder. …


Author’s Note: I wrote this in 2013 when I was a college junior.

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I’m a typical college student in that I enjoy spending some time each day on Facebook keeping up with friends and acquaintances. While most of what I see is light-hearted and fun, I have noticed that a certain three letters appear too much on my Facebook news feed: R.I.P. By themselves, they can be part of many different words with many different meanings, but together in that order they mean only one thing: Another death of someone my age. They are three letters that a 21-year-old should…

Sarah M

K-8 Teacher, Jewish Educator, Dog Mom, CrossFitter

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