A New Horizon Approaches...

I am not usually scared of anything. I will do almost anything which involves a risk, just to see the outcome to enable me to store the data I collect can be used again. For example if I jump out of a tree so high, will I injure myself, and if I do, I can use this data the next time I am forced to jump from such a height. There are, as there always is, a few exceptions to this rule. They revolve around the damned "Wiring" in my head being tangled and not in th right places (A textbook description of any ASD) The wiring in my particular head gets particularly tangled when it  comes to social interactions. For 3 secondary schools (Years 7-10) I was unable to fit into a school environment. I was violent and aggressive towards other pupils, my family and very nearly a teacher. Bearing in mind that at the time I was one of the most scrawny lads you could have imagined, I was bullied to very close to my limit.
Then I stumbled across a gem of a school, a school where, after a short duration, I was accepted. To this very day I do not know how. This gem was my school for nearly 3 years (The longest I had ever been to a single secondary school) The school offered everything I could ever need, great staff who went out of their way to help students and also great pupils, of whom seemed to be my first ever friends since year 4. I even started playing Rugby whilst there, and played for the school.
But then a ripple started to spread. I do not know of the origins and neither do I know when the repercussions will end, but I was forced to leave my home. I was forced to leave the only place I felt safe and welcomed, for an unknown reason. To make it worse I was being moved so far away from the area that attending the school full-time was/is not possible. So I am being forced to attend a local school. The day after my last post (When I was accepted as a "guest" pupil) I went in for a "taster" (A tour and tutor time with the pupils.)
This was a nightmare, as it would be for anyother ASD child. I was thrust way out of my comfort zone, to meet new people, with whom I had no connnection with whatsoever, for I did not know any of the pupils previously, or through mutual friends. This time is stressful enough for neurotypicals, but for me it made me want to run away. To get the quickest bus back to my Grandparents, from where I could grab my already set aside "grab - bag" containing everything I could ever need to sustain myself indefinately. I managed to last until the end of the form time which I had been told to attend, and then I returned to my Grandparents.
Oh dear reader, it seems that I am unable to express my feelings in any other way than of through this blog... I apologise and I would not blame you if you did not return! I will write soon, probably, so until then comrades...