Jimmy Clare (Guest) · 03:26
Well, my story begins when I was very young I wasn't meeting my milestones when I was growing up. I wasn't walking and talking at a certain age. My parents were concerned. My parents got me occupational therapy, physical therapy. I think there's a few other therapies. I forget the name of them since I'm And, oh, speech therapy. That's what I remembered. And they— and even that, that didn't really help me walk and talk and everything. It did a little bit here and there, but it was kind of like a hit or miss. It is in early development. And I remember my parents getting— I remember my parents telling me that the doctor said to them that Jimmy won't be able to walk without braces or crutches. And I never had any of them. And I and my parents were also told that I wasn't going to be, uh, have anything. I wouldn't be— I basically was told I wouldn't have a fulfilling life. I wouldn't accomplish anything. And these people don't even know me. They just assume, oh, he's going to be stupid. He's going to be— he's not going to do anything. I could have gave up there. But, you know, I always say it's fun proving people wrong. Maybe that makes me a bad person, but I do enjoy it. I mean, I don't go out of my way just to go prove every person wrong, but to the people who say all the naysayers, I love proving them wrong. And it's really fun to watch their shocked faces. Holy crap. And like, we were wrong. And but, but it wasn't— it wasn't all about proving them wrong back then. I had to go through many, many struggles. What got me to walk was when I saw a— I think my dad And my mom and my brother went on one of his business trips. And what got me to walk was I saw a song on ice cream vendor on the street selling ice cream. And my mom was like, "So that was all you wanted was ice cream?" And it's like, "Hey, we all got our, we all have our motivations." And I was a pretty smart baby back then, to be honest. Is if I wasn't able to speak because I was partially deaf in my right ear, I pointed at everything and I called everything "baa" like a sheep, but I pointed at every object and my parents knew what I wanted. And it's like, hmm, even though I didn't know how to talk, I knew what I wanted. I knew what I needed. And And I was like, well, that's cool. Even though that would be concerning to me if I was a parent too. But I was like, okay, you want this? Okay, why not? But yeah, and I had multiple ear surgeries when I was a kid. The first 3 was to remove a cholesteatoma and I hated it going do that because I hate needles and give me a shot and everything to put me asleep was like pulling teeth because I was like, I hate needles, I hate needles. It's like, well, look away. It's like, yeah, that's really easy to tell me to do. Go look away. So my parents had to always hold me down because I kept squirming and everything. It was like, oh, you're going to make it worse. It's like, I'm good at doing that, apparently. I also was told I wouldn't be able to read higher than a second grade level. And because I'm autistic, even though they told me I was unable to read a second grade level, my seventh grade teacher— well, yeah, before I jump to that, my I just got tired of so many people telling me I wouldn't be able to do this and that. And I was in special education for most of, well, pretty much all my schooling except to a certain point in high school. And one of my, one of the things I said, one of the things I did not like about my elementary school is that they wanted to deem me, they wanted a psychologist and my psychiatrist to deem me as I was not fit for society because I admit, and I'm not like this way anymore, but Years ago, when I was really younger in elementary school, I had a lot of autism meltdowns. And what an autism meltdown is, I used to explain it like, like an atomic bomb going off. But then I got, then I thought, hmm, that doesn't, I don't really feel like that accurately describes it. It's kind of like a hurricane. It builds up, it starts with Category 1, and I think the highest is number 5, I believe. If I paid attention enough in science class, which I probably did not since me and science do not go together, neither does math. And one of the things I did that I shouldn't have done during autism meltdowns, I threw pencils, I tipped over desks, but the pencil, when throwing a pencil at I threw a pencil at someone when I was— and this was like, I don't know how old I was in fourth grade, I think maybe 8, maybe 7. But the pencil, I don't think I threw it at anyone. I threw it across the room. I think it hit a wall. But they was like, that's dangerous. It's dangerous if you're aiming at someone. I just threw it across the room, like literally straight across the room. And, but they said I was dangerous. You know what they did to me that was dangerous? They used restraint on me, physical restraint, and they crossed my hands in front of me and pulled from behind. And I read somewhere later on in life that many kids have died because people Schools use restraints and it's like, and they want to deem me as not fit for society. Hell, if I was a parent of some and my school did that to my kid, I'd draw the biggest lawsuit up on them whatsoever. And it's like, you know what? I'll defund the whole school. I know I talk super tough, but yeah, but it's kind of like my personality a little bit because I get on this rant and whatnot, but that's just me. But from there, I got bullied from starting in 4th grade all the way up to high school. And it was really torture. It started with a bunch of questions that I didn't have answers to, and it was like harmless questions, but I felt really stupid. I don't remember exactly what the questions were. I think it was a lot of history. I'm not a history fan either. I mean, I like them. I think I like them. I like the Middle Ages with knights and whatnot because I played all the Age of Empires games with my cousins growing up. So I like that kind of stuff. But I wouldn't say like, oh, let me go read a history book. I'll fall asleep. So But then it got into two girls on my bus kicking my chair, the backseat of my chair on the bus, which drove me nuts. My school had this program called Safeties, which was supposed to keep kids seated at all times while the bus was moving. And so me and my friend decided, hey, you know what, let's do this to have respect, but we got the opposite of respect. So what I thought was driving me nuts and me and my friends nuts on the bus, it just quadrupled and over time worse. And it's like, we actually tried to even hand in our belt and say, "All right, you can't do this. You have to get fired." "Oh, okay, thank you. Thank you for telling us. I want to get fired right now." So we literally— so me and my friend literally tried to figure out the best possible way to get fired. We still couldn't get fired. And it's like, this seems like a punishment. And it's like, why did we even sign up for this crappy program? I mean, maybe it wasn't crappy for somebody who was at least maybe had the confidence to stand up to them. But I, to be honest, I lacked confidence even though I was going to karate, but I was overweight, so I didn't feel like I was— I didn't feel good about myself. So I was like, okay, I'm trying to tell people what to do and I'm not confident at all. This really is good. The two don't match up. So fast forward a little bit. In middle school, it became kind of a battleground. And the reason why I say that, I mean, I have spinal stenosis in my neck, meaning, and it's not in the lower part, it's not in the middle part, it's in the very top part. And I was like, out of all the places I could be, it had to be there. So it makes my head hard to turn left and right, up and down. And it's always fun driving with it too. I actually have a mirror that— it's like one of those race car mirrors, but— and so it knocks out all the blind spots. I was like, why is this not standard in cars? It's like, how can we make it more safe? Well, get a freaking mirror that actually takes out the blind spots. There you go. I was like, uh, we got all this technology, but we haven't got the mirror correct yet. So basically after that, we— I— so how it became a war zone for me, this— I don't know who created this game in my middle school, but They— it was like a neck-slapping game. I don't know the rules. It was just stupid and dangerous for me. And apparently I became a target out of some— for some reason. I'm not sure why. I didn't really ask the bullies. I just wanted to get them the hell out. Go have them go. Away from me, but it got worse over the many months, I'd say. I don't know how long a school year is in middle school. It just felt like an eternity. And they might— so basically these guys slapped the back of my neck every single time they saw me. Me in the hallway. It got to the point where I was starting to leave a red mark and everything. And I was like, is the assistant principal stupid or smoking weed? I went to him multiple times and he said, it's like bullying does not exist in this school.