Mummy was sharing about how swaminathan uncle was sharing about Diwali being something like assault and battery for children with autism.  Finally this time he understood and so did my mum.

My mother has a perforated ear, so she had cotton in ears. Even then she was in much pain. I could see that, and so when everyone said if she would like to go out, she said no, and when others asked me, and I said no, they were fine. She then asked me, "Does it hurt you too" I said yes. Then she asked, even the sound of the fan, and again i nodded. And she said, she finally understood why she had a bad ear. So she could understand me.

There was so much sound, loud sound (mummy was crying one time with pain, and said she understood how some children with autism felt), and the smoke, it was difficult to breathe. I did not allow anyone to open the doors, every glass pane also had a lot of shine on them with the light. I just hid. Hid inside a blanket . Then I started laughing. I was remembering Shantanu uncle tell us how he gave his dog a medcine to put him to sleep on diwali day. So i told mama if i could go to sleep. She said yes. and then asked me whether i was happy. I said ,"NO , i was remembering shantanu uncle. Can you give me medicine too" She said, no she would not, but she would hold my hand if i wanted.i said no.

My mama also read out all the letters that everyone sent me through Jambav. Thank you.

I study in a special section of a mainstream school. I sometimes go to class 6 where my friends are, but most of the time i am in the special section.

I have not been going to school recently. I do not like it when people touch me, or talk down to me. They think i do not know, but i do. I love to draw and if there is a magic show or something else, i draw a series of drawings to show my mother what happened in school. Everyday , whenever i get off the school bus, i ask my mother "You know what disturbed me today" and she says ,"No, you tell me" and then i tell her all that bothered me in school. And everyday, there are so many of them.

My mother is planning to open a school for children who have autism like me, but are not able to afford the education and therapies. She is very busy these days, but every evening we sit together and i tell her ,"Mummy, can you take away my autism" and she feels sad at times. Then she asks me to pray, which i do. It is hard having autism. Because peeople judge you before they know you. They do not understand that i can hear and understand well. That i do get hurt, even though i exhibit it different.