Spectrum Disorder

Gerard: boy complicated

I look at my clock, 6:45 AM, my phone blasts the Misfits, as I rub my tired eyes. Time for the first day of my sophomore year. What fun. If it's ANYTHING like last year, I'm screwed. I'm excited though, Ray and Matt, my two best friends, still stay with me. And Mikey... 

My baby brother, who takes care of me, more than I take care of him 
or myself for that matter. 

Maybe I should explain myself, I am Gerard Way, 16 years old, and I am autistic. I've got a diagnosis called PDD-NOS.  That just means I sometimes am socially awkward, and I can't say things how I want them to come out. I can't tell facial expressions, or emotion in voices easily. I overreact to certain stimuli, and as well as not being able to tell emotion, I sometimes show emotions to the extreme. Kids love to label me as immature, when they are sarcastic, I think they are yelling at me, and I lose it. I usually come to Mikey, crying. He hugs me, and tells me it'll be ok. I love him so much. 
 
"Gee! Are you up? We have school today!" he calls from the top of the stairs. 

I stuff my sketchbook into my book-bag. Drawing is one of the only things that keeps me going, I always have good grades in art class.  

"Uh, yeah Mikes, I just gotta change," I   say, as I pull off the tshirt I was wearing. I put on an Iggy Pop shirt, and   grab some jeans, and slip on my vans. I come upstairs. Mikey is there smiling at me, I attempt to smile, but it turns out like a grimace. 

"let's go Gee," he says as we step out the door.

Here goes another bad year....