Never Give Up-An Introduction to my life

Posted: June 5, 2011 in childhood, medicine
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Warning: As someone with high functioning autism, my writing can be very dry and be filled with facts and information. Consider this a warning for all of my posts.

Never let your past stop you from moving ahead with your life. Although you may have made mistakes or taken a bad path in the past you can *always* return to the path of success, it just will be a little more complicated and may take longer. To support this I will describe my story, the factors against me, and the bad choices I made.

In the beginning: As a small child I was developmentally delayed and had a very severe speech problem.  It was to the point that my “educators” thought I averbal (lacking verbal skills, unable to communicate verbally) and was put in a special education class. My mother even signed a release for a researcher to publish a “Case review” (Case reviews are medical articles focusing on a specific patient with a rare or unique presentation of a disease or disorder) about my condition(my mom doesn’t remember what I was diagnosed as: I wonder if it was autism? Aspergers? A genetic condition?).  After standardized testing I was allowed to re-enter the general student population but had to take speech therapy for 6 years. Then in high school we had standardized testing(yet again) and I was placed a year ahead in some classes (math, English, science). Problem was when I became 12 I suddenly felt overwhelmingly depressed. I began cutting myself nonstop in discrete places on my body.  I didn’t put an effort in anything and had no interests or hobbies. I struggled with even getting out of bed and my longest school attendance streak was 4 days in a row.  It got to the point of being hospitalized for psychiatric reasons several times which in turn made school even more difficult. So, logically, I dropped out in 11th grade to wallow in my depression. But I was lucky enough that there was an “alternative highschool” near me and there were people to push and get things done in my name. The school allowed me to graduate with a highschool diploma, were very lax with time restrictions (which I struggle with), and worked around my mental illness.

After highschool I had a very hard time mentally. I attempted suicide multiple times and was in and out of psychiatric hospitals. I thought everything was hopeless and I was convinced I would die by suicide or some other violent means before I was 21.  I even started receiving shock treatments (electroconvulsive therapy, ECT or EST) because of the crippling effect of my depression. But thanks to my psychiatrist, wife, and family I was pushed into going into community college.  I started in computers but switched to liberal arts aiming to go to an ivy league college. I still battled depression and there were multiple times I almost committed myself to the hospital. Yet, despite all this, I ended up being accepted to an ivy league school.

At this prestigious school, my depression got worse and I felt alone on a campus of +10,000 students.  I became jaded with medicine and didn’t apply to medical school at the time most students did. Instead I moved to a different city, quit my psych meds and started cutting myself profusely again. Eventually I applied to medical schools and was accepted even though I am perhaps one of the worst interviewees there can be.

While in med school I was told repeatedly that I “didn’t have a doctors personality” and I would “never last”. They were right in some part, as I did have some trouble with social aspects and intercommunication skills. My depression also hit a low and I was involuntary committed to the hospital my 3rd year of medical school. I then had a wonderful time as my lovely dean tried to block me from being reinstated as a student after finding out it was a mental hospital that I had spent time in.

Yet, despite all of this: the speech problem, the supposed mental delay, the overwhelming specific obsessions, dropping out highschool, the multiple forced hospital admissions, the 100 plus procedures that fried my brain, and all the people telling me it’s impossible and I can never do it, I am a full-fledged doctor. Not only that, this supposed mental handicapped, mentally ill, socially inept person scored higher than at least 50% of his healthy, normal, non-mentally ill fellow students.

Point is: We all have challenges and no matter how large they seem or how everyone is yelling “you can’t do that”, you CAN achieve your goals and there IS a way. You just have to search for it, press HARD, and
don’t give in.

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Comments
  1. Paper Tiger says:

    tears as i read….someone else who has overcome so much…and keeps pushing, despite being pushed down. i often feel as if i have to contend with the entire world outside my door as a person with Aspergers. sometimes i get so angry, its: “if this is the way it is…bring it on!!!” other times, i want to crawl into a hole, roll up into a ball and die. thank you for your blog. please keep writing.

  2. Ellie says:

    Fantastic. This post is totally inspiring!

    • Ahmad says:

      THANK YOU SO MUCH. You have no idea how inspiring and motivating this is for me, as I am also an autistic who wants to be a doctor. May GOD BLESS YOU

  3. Axis says:

    Autism and medicine. A beautiful combination 🙂 thanks for the inspiration!

  4. Axis says:

    Reblogged this on abuseandautism and commented:
    Hats off

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