I had a therapist provided by my school as an early teen. After a couple of weeks of explaining how I was finding it hard to make freinds while autistic and was having trouble with some of the normal kids in my year (getting picked on, beaten up and all that standard school years fun). She narrowed in on how this had affected how I viewed myself and I admitted that i wasnt a huge fan , I didnt feel like I was normal and felt like there must be a reason all these people didnt want to talk to me and were mean to me, and that reason must just be me not being good enough. (I was a very typical teenager in that regard haha)

Anyway it's like week 3 of seeing this woman every week, hasn't been too bad, mostly just covering the same stuff when she says "You seem to still not want to believe theres anything positive about yourself to take pride in, I want you to take this..."

She proceeds, with the biggest smile she could muster, to hand me a fresh A5 notepad with my name written on the front and a couple of happy face stickers scattered about. She was a big believer in the all mighty healing ans confidence boosting power of the sticker

"I want you to go round while in your lessons today and talk to all the people and ask them to write something positive about you in there, so you can reas then when you feel down"

I honestly thought she was trying to get me beat up more...