Is not Jake, Jake-O, Dude, Buddy, J-man, or anything else.
It is Jacob.
I’m named after one of my mom’s uncles, who was very excited to meet me.
I like my name.
I don’t remember people’s names very well.
Actually, I have a great memory, for things that interest me.
But no, I don’t know all of the numbers that make up Pi.
Usually, I don’t remember someone’s name because I wasn’t paying attention when they said it.
It feels awkward to ask someone their name after I have already known them for a while.
I just try to be kind and flexible with the other students in class who I work with.
I don’t need to know their name to do that.
I don’t like for anyone to call me by anything else but my name.
I’m not exactly sure why, but I think that it’s maybe because I think that a nickname is making fun of me.
I want to make sure that I’m not being made fun of.
This has happened a lot in the past; I think it’s because people don’t know enough about Asperger’s to know that I’m not trying to be different.
I am just being me.
Sometimes school is a little hard because of all of the noise, crowds, and teachers tell me what to do.
Sometimes I just need a break.
Or, I think something is funny that others don’t seem to get.
Sometimes I am thinking so much in my head and I get so excited about it (ok, it’s often video games), that I just blurt it out.
I’m not trying to be rude.
It’s just who I am: Jacob.