As the kid who sent desks flying plenty of times (and had a couple of incidents with pens/pencils), and having the benefit of being able to look back, the trouble for me was the ones who enjoyed setting me off. I wanted to learn, I wanted to be in class and do the work, and if you just left me the fuck alone that’s what I did. But yeah that’s not going to happen, kids are kids, they pick on each other, it happens, nothing is going to prevent it 100%. The teachers on the other hand, they should know better…

Once I was away from those triggering events I was a fine upstanding student who enjoyed the work. But it can also be a snake eating it’s own tail at times. I didn’t want to be in class because I knew the teacher / other students would trigger me, with made me more anxious to be in class, which made me easier to trigger.

Edit: Just to add, I went to a "normal" school. I am intelligent and high functioning enough to have masked most of my symptoms to the good teachers (Kept their classes from picking on other kids and kept what they taught interesting, so I got on with the work, to them I was just the quiet nerdy kid who loved computers far too much but did the work assigned so I basically flew under their radar), the (imo) shit teachers didn't give a fuck anyway. It was only the "special needs" teacher (Who I meet accidentally durin secondary school) who picked up on some of my traits and suspected anything (I guess other teachers had a idea, but they never raised it with me). I was never formally diagnosed whilst I was at school, I refused to be tested (I was offered testing after a couple of imformal sessions with the special needs teacher) because the "special" kids got picked on for being labeled that so I didn't want the label.

> They run out of the classroom if not the school fairly often

Over stimulation, at atleast that was one of the causes for me. Now I went to a "normal" school with a low population of "special" kids so it was easier to deal with then it would have been with for example a whole class of "me's" at once. For me, I just needed to get out of there before I lost my shit and started flipping tables. After a few informal sessions with the schools special needs teacher I was allowed to leave the class when I got that way, I could make my way down to her teaching space where the space before her teaching space was kept dimly lit and the curtains to the windows closed (at the time, I just presumed as that space also linked to other teachers offices and the photocoping room, they just wanted to stop kids from being nosy looking though the windows, on reflection, I'm pretty sure they kept it dimly lit for kids like me), clam down, relax, get on with some self study if I felt up to it, and then rejoin "gen pop" whenn I was ready. She would call which ever teacher I just walked out on to make sure a) they knew the kid was safe b) make sure they wasn't pissed at me c) I could grab anything I needed to catch up with the lesson I just walked out on.

Now the above coping mech I used probally wouldn't work with a class full of ME's, it only worked for me because the space I could escape to was quiet and had very few people around the space. I'm just trying to explain why I personally would walk out of class when I needed to. I would try and say "I have a migrain, I need to go" before leaving but that was nto always possible for me to do (The migrain "trick" was caught to me by the special need teacher as something the teachers could relate to then trying to explain what was going on in my head at that moment in time - looking back it was prob just a codeword teachers knew to just let the kid leave). It was rarely anything personal towards the teacher of the class. I can't speak for the kids she taught during that time, But as someone who fits the description tell her that atleast some of the kids who behaved like that do feel bad for their actions during school now we have had the chance to grow up.