When I say "education" I am mainly just referring to my own schooling experience, which encompasses about 15 years of my life... thereabouts. I'll start with primary school, since that's where it begins chronologically, and it's also significantly easier to discuss without delving into very depressing topics. To be honest, it was pretty unremarkable, but I'll detail it here despite that.

During my very early years, maybe for the first half of primary, I was very loud and extroverted. I was actively making friends and getting bitches, with a record-breaking TWO girlfriends at once! The youngest man in Scotland to exercise polyamory at the time, I assume. People liked me, I handed out Christmas cards to every single student, and invited everyone over for my birthdays... it's a lot easier to make friends with children, who are essentially retarded at that age, so your own autistic retardation blends in and it doesn't go detected for years. Maybe I spread my wings too wide, because I didn't really have a best friend, or anyone I was particularly close to - yes, I had girlfriends, but it was a very loosely defined relationship, they were more mistresses in a way.

Academically, I was no slouch. The class was divied into three groups - the green, yellow, and red group. The red group was full of brown children and particurly developmentally disabled individuals, the yellow group was comprised of middling fodder (mainly football lads), and the green group contained the only children with potential, including myself. I can't comment much on the work, it's what you would expect for early schooling - numbers and shapes and other simple concepts. Remember, I've mainly been talking about the first half of primary, so from about 4-8 years old? After that, it gets slightly more interesting.

Momentary tangent here, but I think I time travelled when I was younger. I swear to god I was around 7 or 8 years old... I go to sleep... and I wake up in nursery again, around 3 or 4 years old. I relived four years of my life from that point before returning to the normal timeline. This is a very distinct memory, I swear it was a time glitch or something. I remember the day I was sent back to in nursery being a day where we had a re-enactment of "We're Going on a Bear Hunt" and hunted for easter eggs afterward (we had the choice between one large chocolate eggs or 5 miniature chocolate eggs, although a certain individual named Martin who was having his birthday at the time recieved an extra large egg as a reward for aging). It's something I can't explain. I remember the act of going back and reliving that day vividly, but I cannot for the life of me recall reliving those early years of primary school - so did it happen? Probably not. But it may have.

In the later years of school, my personality shifted to being more what it resembles today. My loudness had started to get on the nerves of my maturing chums, and I was cast aside - billy no-mates. I became more and more reserved until, at some point, I had stopped bothering to speak at all. I can't recall when exactly this was, but I had felt so alienated from my peers that I figured that being silent would be the easiest way to regain their respect and sympathies... that, and I was kind of too anxious and shy to begin to speak again, and I got so used to it that I didn't stop for years and years. I was still doing fine academically, I wasn't spiralling like I was in high school. I enjoyed art quite a lot, and computer class - and I detested physical education, mainly because it requires physically interacting with other people, and I'm not too fond about that. Eventually, nobody was speaking to me at all, not even the teachers, and I simply existed for a while. During reccess and lunchtime, there was a large metal pole in a small nook on the playground, and I swung around that pole the entire time. I swung and swung for about half an hour, approached by no-one. There was no playground equipment, this was the only real thing I could interact with, and I had no desire to go elsewhere. I do think there was a brief period where I camped out at the pitch, and used sticks and leaves to decorate the fence, and spell out things to communicate with any passerbys. I didn't really receive support, I was too noticably lucid for them to really consider it an issue, I suppose. I wasn't stupid enough to be treated, basically.

One problem about being mute and also very hygenic is that you have no desire to use school bathrooms, and even if you wanted to, you were unable to ask the teacher because you were trapped in this state of selective mutism. This became an issue one day when I shat myself in my last year there, at around age 10 (quite a dire age to be doing such a thing). We were doing swimming lessons each Thursday, where we took a coach to a nearby swimming pool to learn swimming. This was surprisingly not an issue for me at first, despite my prior comments about disliking PE. I like swimming. Although oddly, I lied about being able to swim, so I spent the first lesson re-learning something I was totally capable of doing, and I got applause when the rest of the class seen how I "learned to swim". Anyway, I shat myself. I did so early in the day, then had to take the coach to the pool, and I shat all over the changing cubicle. This was noticed. I promptly changed back and went home and was upset about the matter. That is the first and only time I have soiled my garments, and by god that shit will NOT happen again. This was likely the inciting incident behind me just spiralling from this point forward. You can't go back from shitting yourself in front of everyone, even if you're already known as the class mute retard. I didn't get bullied for it, but I know what people think about me.

That is my very disjointed primary school story. You get the gist of it, I don't need to go into all the boring details. I didn't have an awful experience, by any means, I'm pretty lucky that I was able to get myself out of these bad situations. But it was still a very formative part of my life, particularly the last incident, and although I've made progress, I'll never fully recover from it. Honestly, the worst part of going to school was having to sing some stupid songs and hymns every assembly -- I went to a CATHOLIC school.