This is Me. Chloe Hayden.

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Hi there!

Being a teenager can be hard, and being a teenager with Asperger’s doesn’t make the job any easier.

I don’t know how many of you have seen The Hunchback Of Notre Dame. It’s definitely not one of the most popular of Disney movies. I havn’t seen it in a long time either. But I do really like the story.

Now before you start pondering to yourself, “why on earth is she bringing this up?” Today while I was meant to be studying, I stumbled across the lyrics to one of the songs from this film called “God Help the Outcasts.”
For those of you who don’t know, The Hunchback of Notre Dame is the story of Quasimodo the hunchback who is treated awfully because of the way he looks. A single person, Esmerelda, the gypsy girl, shows Quasimodo kindness and it changes his life. The song “God Help the Outcasts” is sung by Esmerelda as she wanders through the church where Quasimodo lives.

She sings:
God Help the Outcasts, The tattered, the torn

Seeing an answer, to why they were born,

Winds of misfortune have blown them about

You made the outcasts

Don’t cast them out.

When I was younger, I always felt like an outcast. People would laugh at me, call me names, and tease me openly. While I would be gutted at the words, which would pull strings of my self-esteem, I’d come to the (wrong) realisation that this would be my life: An outcast, a frizzy haired, green eyed girl who would rather chat aimlessly to the cat who would walk by on the foot path than even look at another child my age.

But as I reached high school, and talking to stray cats and singing Disney songs in public places wasn’t so normal anymore, that’s when things started to change.

My name is Chloe, and I was diagnosed with Asperger’s at the age of thirteen.

Being different isn’t a bad thing. Everyone’s different in some ways, that’s what makes the world so beautiful.

But for some reason, the type of different I am, just so happens to have a name. Which I’m glad about, don’t get me wrong. I like putting a name to things.

And now, at the age of seventeen, I’m still the same frizzy haired, green eyed girl who would rather chat aimlessly to one of my six cats, and breaks into a Disney musical in the middle of Safeway. But I’m not worried about it anymore. Because this is who I am, and this is who I’m meant to be.

Thanks Chloe. We love you the way you are too xx

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