One of the most defining experiences in my life was returning to the United States as a teenager after growing up in Mexico. I was born in the U.S., but after my father passed away when I was just a year old, my mother took me to Mexico. Eventually, she could no longer care for me, so my grandmother raised me with love and stability.
When I was 15, she passed away. I was devastated and completely lost. I isolated myself, neglected my hygiene and health, and turned to unhealthy internet friendships in search of validation. I became pre-diabetic, unmotivated, and disconnected from any sense of future.
Then my cousin visited from the U.S. and was shocked by what she saw. She brought me back with her to give me a second chance. Adjusting to a new country, school system, and language was overwhelming. Even though I was a U.S. citizen, I barely spoke English. I had never earned anything above a D grade. I felt like a failure. I didn’t see college in my future. In fact, I couldn’t see a future for myself at all.
But my cousin saw something in me. She didn’t let me give up. She broke down schoolwork in ways I could understand, pushed me to keep trying, and reminded me that success comes from effort, not intelligence. Her belief in me sparked a transformation.
I began taking care of myself. I lost over 70 pounds, reversed my pre-diabetes, and even started running marathons. I went from barely passing to becoming a straight-A student, not because I suddenly became smarter, but because I decided I was worth fighting for. I learned discipline, resilience, and self-respect.
Being autistic added another layer to my struggles. Many people around me misunderstood what autism is. I wish more people understood that autism is not mental retardation. We simply need a different kind of support, something that is not always available. Most people assumed I was limited, even if they didn’t say it out loud. For a long time, I believed them.
But my experience taught me the opposite. I am capable. I am focused, driven, and thoughtful. I process the world differently, but that difference is a strength, not a flaw.
I now understand the phrase “it takes a village.” My mother couldn’t take care of me, but my family and family friends always looked out for me. My grandmother raised me with love and stability, and when she passed away, my cousin took me under her wing and helped guide me onto the right track. Their constant presence and encouragement showed me the strength of a united community. Because I was embraced by the village, my path was one of growth and not self-destruction. This experience taught me that community is not just a safety net, but a powerful force that shapes who we become. I learned to value connection, to lean on others without shame, and to give back the same support I received, which has deeply influenced how I see myself, the world, and my role within it.
Today, I serve in my church’s high school ministry, co-founded the gaming club, and participate in community service. I am part of Teens Exploring Technology, Student Council, and the Computer Science Virtual Academy at LAUSD. I plan to study software engineering and become a mentor to students like me, first-generation, autistic, and underestimated, because I know what it’s like to be counted out, and I want to be part of someone else’s village.