In secondary school I had an SNA with me 24/7. Instead of helping me she'd constantly mother me. Like, talk down to me. Engage in arguments with me when I was clearly getting stressed and would presist until I had a full blown meltdown.
I would be in my maths class filling out the answers, she'd be right beside me. She'd put her finger on the paper and go "Wrong!". And I would try to have it corrected by like everyone else but my SNA would get into my face about changing it and the maths teacher would join in until I had to be taken out of the classroom.
There was numerous incidents like this. I wasn't listened to at all. Decisions were made behind my back, like removing subjects to the point where I didn't have enough to get into college. In my metal work class a misunderstanding over where I place the wood led to that class being taken away from me.
Nothing was done to build my confidence just constantly othered and being made step in line. No one reached out to me during that time. Or heard me or genuinely asked how I felt about things and followed through with it. Decisions were made based on autism symptoms I didn't even have. Like, having my exam away from everyone else even though I don't really have sensory issues. Making me skip transition year because "keeping a stable routine is better" even though I had no routine.
I would constantly have meltdowns in class. There was never any follow-up on why these meltdowns were happening in the first place. I was just sent home feeling ashamed of myself, thankfully my parents were understanding. But no follow-up on why this was happening and I was constantly reminded "oh, any other student would have been suspended for disrupting the class" and basically that I should be grateful. Same thing with my SNA, she'd constantly get in my face, cause meltdowns (half of my meltdowns were caused by her escalating situations and having arguments with me rather than knowing when to not press things). When I complained, I was told to be grateful and treated like a spoilt brat.
Now, this is the most important part. They decided half way through my first year to send me home during breaks. Like, my parents would come collect me and I'd have my lunch at my house. The whole time this was sold to my parents as better for me. I didn't want this but it still ended up being the case. I will admit, I was a very unruly 13 year old at the time and I did have behavioural issues but rather than make any attempt to help me they decided to isolate me. Classes SNA sat next to me 24/7. Breaks, I was sent home. Overtime, all this culminated in a situation where I felt othered.
By the time I started developing severe issues socialising and expressed a desire for a social life nothing was done to help me. Still constantly othered. There was a brief respite but there was a situation with a girl that I became obsessed with and I was put back in a leash. I know my actions were wrong but there was no follow-up. The way I acted to her should have been a massive warning sign that I needed help interacting with others, that maybe there was severe self esteem issues at play. Nope, just continue the othering process as if nothing happened. The end result is even now, in my community nearly ten years later I am isolated. They can't see me as a normal person because they've been trained not to. And that effect transcends my time in secondary school as they talk amongst themselves when I try to socialise. Leading to my alienation from the community and from employment opportunities. The othering process is complete. Segregation succeeded.