Growing up, I always found it difficult to talk. A lot of this issue is from the fact that I had my twin sister, who would often speak for me. I didn’t have to speak much because she was always there to do it for me, and that comfort of having someone do the talking made me rely on her a lot. My mom used to say that my twin sister would speak for me as we were growing up, and I think this may have contributed to the speech difficulties I faced. As a result, when I was younger, I didn’t develop the communication skills I needed to speak clearly or express myself as confidently as others. As I got older, the challenges in speaking and communicating became more apparent. It was during this time that my teachers and school staff noticed the difficulties I was having and decided to place me in special education classes. Initially, I was nervous about the change and uncertain about what it meant, but honestly, those classes turned out to be a huge blessing for me. I loved being in Special education. It wasn’t what I expected at first, but looking back, I realize how much they helped me. Having extra time on tests, the read-aloud services, and being in a smaller, more supportive environment made a world of difference for me. It allowed me to focus more on my work and process things in a way that worked best for me. There were still times when I struggled to understand the material, but I had teachers who were there to support me, and that made all the difference. They helped me in both English and math, and their patience and guidance allowed me to gain a deeper understanding of the subjects I was struggling with. Despite these difficulties, I began to love the extra time I was given, and the read-aloud accommodations truly helped me understand things in a way that felt more accessible. However, growing up with an IEP came with its challenges. I was bullied for having an IEP, and that was something I carried with me for a long time. I remember when the support teacher would walk into the classroom, the other kids would laugh. They would make fun of me for needing extra help, and that hurt a lot. I would always look down, trying to avoid the teasing, and I hated the feeling of being different. It felt like I was being singled out, and I often wondered why I couldn’t just be like everyone else. But as time went on, I began to realize something important, having that support wasn’t a weakness, it was a strength. The more I learned about myself and my needs, the more I understood that the extra help was there to make me stronger, not weaker. The teachers who supported me were helping me become the best version of myself, and I grew to appreciate them and the resources that were available to me. Now, I see the value in having a teacher who helps guide me through challenging topics. I understand that it’s okay to need extra help and that it doesn’t make me any less capable or intelligent than anyone else. Looking back on those years, I realize how much of a significant role those experiences played in shaping who I am today. They gave me the empathy and understanding I need to help others who might be going through similar struggles. Now, I want to be a school counselor because I want to help children like me. I want to be the person who can offer support to students who feel isolated, different, or misunderstood. I want to be the kind of counselor who helps students see the value in their own journey and understand that it’s okay to need help. It doesn’t make them less than anyone else, it just means they’re on a path that requires a little extra support, and that’s perfectly fine. I want to be the voice for those students who might be too shy or too afraid to ask for help. I want to remind them that their worth isn’t determined by the challenges they face. Just like I did, they will get through it with the right kind of support. And just like me, they can find strength in their struggles and use it to help others in the future. It’s a lesson I’ve learned from my own experience, and now, I want to pass that lesson on to the next generation.