I want to introduce you guys to someone. Her name in Hanner, and she is one of the sweetest, kindest, most beautiful (inside and out) people I have been blessed to met through my page, and she is an adult who has autism, non verbal learning disorder, motor coordination dysfunction and ADHD. The things she has overcome are simply astounding!
I asked her if I could share her story with all of you. I think many people here will love it, be inspired by her and her amazing story. Thank you Hanner for sharing your story I am so very glad to know you, I am so inspired by you!
Hi I’m Hanner and this is my story.
I was brought into this world on the thirteenth of November I won’t tell you the place or the year because that would just be silly and unsafe I was born at 02:10am, 6 weeks early and 1980grams, I do not know my farther.
Life at the beginning was spent in the hospital in and out for two years, you see, my birth mother has something called Munch Housen by Proxy which meant that she got attention for herself by pretending I was poorly or needed urgent care from doctors.
I was taken to hospital a lot for apparently not being able to keep my food down, being sick, coughs, bleeding, broken bones and bruises, but a lot of the times when I was in the hospital for being sick or not keeping food down I would mysteriously be fine.
For a long time I went through abuse and neglect from my mother as doctors didn’t know what was wrong with her as her mental health problems were not heard off, one night when I was in hospital my mother tried to kill me by smothering me with a pillow, the doctors from what I remember took a few minutes to see what was happening and drag my own mother off me. It was then that they realised.
My mother is ill with a mental health problem and I was put on an emergency care order by social services once I was out of hospital I was put in a foster home and then put up for adoption a while later (I do not know the date)
From being put up for adoption I moved to where I live now (again for safety reasons I won’t reveal where this is) and did all the “normal” things like go to nursery, start primary school and that’s where my new mum found something different about me I couldn’t see properly as my eyes are crossed to this day I’ve gone through three operations to correct my vision and wear glasses, I couldn’t balance, walk on an angle, fell over all the things, couldn’t concentrate, was verbal but couldn’t give eye contact
At the age of 7 I engraved the word “evil” into my arm because that’s what I believed I was due to what my birth mum treated me like, the bullying I went through on a daily basis and the sleepless nights, nothing really interesting happened until I was ages 9/10 I just continued on like nothing had happened as I’ve always been determined .
At the age of 9/10 I was at school and because of the different issues that both my mother and the school were noticing I started social skills lessons and had someone from hospital come talk to me and make me do tests, at this point just before the end of year six I was diagnosed with autism, non verbal learning disorder, motor coordination dysfunction and ADHD so doctors gave me physio and occupational therapy to help me with the issues that came along with the new diagnosis’
Then year 7 started in 2006 by this point I was well under way with physio and occupational therapy and had an IEP in place to support me in school but I was still being bullied the only thing that I was going to school for was not to be sociable but to just do my work and this continued on until year nine.
In year nine I started to self harm again because I was so stressed with picking options, doing SAT tests, being bullied and my dad.
At age 13 I cried and cried and cried to God and then and there decided God was the way to go but things were still bad and I didn’t really understand or grow in my faith now I have.
I self harmed for three years from SATS to GCSEs (year 10/11) through the bullying stress of school and exams that was my way of coping along with just putting 100% into my school work that did work as I got my GCSE grades at the end of year 11 but I wasn’t happy.
At age 17 I went out with a guy I’d known from high school and he was lovely to begin with treated me like a princess until one day I wouldn’t do what he wanted me to do which was (FYI for the TMI here) go to the pictures (cinema) with him without any underwear on and a skirt so he could do what I now know to be as inappropriate things to me, I was niev and young and thought it was normal for this to happen he was older and in my brothers class so I thought he would understand what he was doing, I went out with him for a year after that happened and then he moved. I was still self harming to numb the pain and in my second year of college doing an art and design course.
I did two more years of college after art and design these were difficult because at first I was on the wrong course and spent seven weeks in tears and being misunderstood then I switched courses to health and social care and it was the best choice I’d ever made in 2013, it was around this time that I finally got up the courage to tell an LSA how bad things were at home, you see my dad was an abusive alcoholic and wasn’t very nice when drunk which led to me either being hurt or hiding from shouting I could hear, I also told her about the voices I hear on a daily basis and then I felt like I was free from a chain that’d held me back for so long and things were looking up regardless of how triggering for nightmares, memories and flashbacks were I got through both years of my level three.
In 2014 I graduated college with three A’s was too years self harm free, I had a church family who love me and friends.
The beginning of September was terrible as even though I got into uni and the first week was stressful because it was all new by the third week with no support and no one to talk too I had a breakdown and was also asked to leave under false pretenses (the university decided that my mental health wasn’t good enough to be there which was false because they didn’t even listen nor read my support plan) so I came home in October 2015.
Now I’m 21, I’m back home, I’ve an amazing job and great friends
Thanks Hanner! She is in a good place now with people who love and care for her, she never gave up, I am so glad I got to know her. ~Dawn