At the age of nineteen, and after volunteering at a handicapped center and teaching children private lessons in English, I studied at the Institute of the Disabled Center all the Office software. and as a disable They said I would be given a normal job.

This is what happens when there is no routine after school, People go to college, or trip, normal work I did not have this help, I was lost, I did not know what to do with myself and as soon as National Insurance told me that there is a professional diagnosis that can tell you what job you can be and work, Or what kind of studies I can study, so I jumped on the bargain and did it without thinking twice.

 And sometimes there are moments to think about whether to make this diagnosis, or not, but I did a professional diagnosis that finally showed me why I can not work, or learn what I want.

In the diagnosis, they said I was suitable for office work, office management, and customer service, and that my English was high.

I asked the person in charge of my diagnostic answers, "Can I go to college because I was thinking about teaching?" He looked at me strangely and said, "I'm sorry, But you are not suitable for college,  your grades are not high enough"

 I do not think you will try to get into college, you will not pass the preparatory course."

 I got mad and my cheeks turned red, and I said in an outburst " not your diagnosis and you, will not tell me what to do! I will do a preparatory course and improve my average, and I will prove to you that I will pass

"!He answers me insolently" I did not say that you said that!

  What nerve he thinks I cannot learn what I want.

   Their stupid diagnosis does not mean anything about who I am. I added in a moderate tone, "I will work what I want, and I will learn what I want."

 "Instead of trying to give people a chance"

"You trample them with a stupid diagnosis, I do not follow your rules, I choose what I see fit for me."

I left the office and slammed the door without letting him talk anymore. He stayed there like a block of ice, and could not blink, as quiet as I was told, I would always say yes and I could do anything I wanted. They will not tell me what I can not do!

I did a preparatory course at a teaching college and brought high grades

 And so I was accepted for a bachelor's degree.

 When I showed the National Insurance representative the letter of admission to the college, a representative of the National Insurance Institute, got up from his chair, and regretted the humiliation I was going through, reached out his hand, and I replied with a half smile and said that everything was fine and that I forgave him

 And from there a new chapter opens in my life.

And now the interesting parts begin