This enemy who made fun of me and pretended to be angry and annoyed by my ways so she'd seem not so bad herself stopped picking on me after someone told her I was "autistic". I think she wasn't sure whether to feel sorry for me or be afraid of me or a bit of both, because the vice principal apparently told them (yep, my enemies who picked on me in school) that I was autistic, and that meant that I was really smart but didn't know what to do with myself.