Everything in this story is based on facts from my own diagnosis , I used my mum as a research reference. Everything that rainbow does in this story are all things that I used to do.

*age 7*

Rainbow was running up and down the hallway in her house flapping her hand about, she'd been acting this way for a while but her parents just thought it was her and her quirky ways.

Bow hothoof: dashie sweetie can you stop for a minute please and come here?

Rainbow: ok daddy!

Bow hothoof: here's your lunch dashie, and I've separated the foods for you so they don't touch.

Rainbow: thank you.

Rainbow sat eating her lunch after she has separated everything from least to most favourite. Whilst she was eating she kept flapping her hands, which was something that she did very often.

*phone rings*

Windy whistles: I'll get it.

After windy was done on the phone she went back to her husband and children.

Bow hothoof: who was it honey?

Windy whistles: it was rainbows teacher, she wants us to come in for a meeting.

Bow hothoof: what about?

Windy whistles: she didn't say.

Rainbow: *panicking* am I in trouble?

Windy whistles: *strokes rainbows hair* no sweetie I'm sure it's just a standard procedure too see how your doing in school.

Once rainbow had finished her lunch she went back to running up and down the hall way.

Bow hothoof: kids definitely unique.

Windy whistles: yeah but that's what i love about her.

Bow hothoof: me too.

*at school*

It was break time and rainbow was doing her usual thing of running up and down the play ground in a straight line, flapping her hands. She did this so often that had become unaware of people staring, pointing and laughing at her.

Lightning dust: hey rainbow?

Rainbow: yeah?

Lightning: why do you do that? Run up and down and flap like that I mean.

Rainbow: *confused* I-I don't know, why I do it.

*at the meeting*

Miss Crowley: hello thank you for coming.

Windy whistles: not a problem, what is it that you wanted to talk to us about?

Miss Crowley: we've been keeping an eye on rainbow dash, and we've seen characteristics in her that could possibly mean she is on the autistic spectrum.

Windy whistles: right and how long have you been keeping an eye on her for?

Miss Crowley: the school have been watching her since she was in nursery.

Bow and Windy didn't know what do say, they'd been keeping an eye on rainbow for 3 years, why had the school not said anything until now? But they we're in too much shock to ask.

Windy whistles: what kind of characteristics are we talking?

Miss Crowley: well rainbow tends to run up and down and flap her hands a lot, and also tends to cry easily when she can't do something. Does she do any of this at home?

Bow and Windy thought for a moment and nodded.

Miss Crowley: ok so I'm going to refer you to a paediatrician called mr Simpson (no that was not his name) and he's going to talk to you about rainbow and see what we can do to help.

Windy whistles: ok thank you.

When they got home windy was not happy, why hadn't the school mentioned it to them that their daughter might possibly have a disability?

Rainbow was back to running up and down the hallway and flapping, when her parents called for her to come and sit down.

Bow hothoof: ok sweetie we're going to going to see a special doctor tomorrow.

Rainbow: *worriedly* why?

Her parents didn't know how to explain autism to rainbow as they didn't know much about it them selves, so they just decided to give her a different answer.

Windy whistles: it's too see if we they can help you too stop the flapping and running sweetheart.

Rainbow: ok.

*with the paediatrician*

Mr Simpson: welcome, *shakes bow and windy's hand* it's nice to meet you both, *hold his hand out to rainbow* is this rainbow dash?

Windy whistles: it is yes, rainbow can you shake the doctors hand sweetie?

Rainbow nervously shook the doctors hand and then sat down next to her parents.

Mrs Simpson: ok so miss Crowley had told me that rainbows school have been keeping an eye on her for a few years?

Windy whistles: yes that is correct, she mentioned that she thinks rainbow might have a little bit of autism.

Rainbow was busy flapping her hands and wasn't really listening to what was being said.

Mrs Simpson: yes rainbow does appear to have some autistic traits, but i don't want to officially diagnosed her because i don't want her to be labelled.

Bow hothoof: ok thank you doctor.

*6 months later*

Rainbow was now 8 years old and she was still doing the running and the flapping, windy had, had enough of not having any answers so she was going to go the doctor and ask them for an official diagnosis.

Bow hothoof: honey are you sure this is a good idea? The doctor said he doesn't want her to labelled.

Windy whistles: I know but we need answers, how are we supposed to help dashie if we don't know what we're dealing with?

Bow hothoof: *sighs* you're  right.

*back with the paediatrician*

Mr Simpson: Mrs whistles, you wanted to see me?

Windy whistles: yes thank you for seeing me, we need an official diagnosis for rainbow.

Mr Simpson: are you sure? I really don't want to label her.

Windy whistles: yes please, i want to help my daughter but i can't do that unless I get a diagnosis. Is she autistic or not?

Mr Simpson: yes rainbow dash has mild autism.

Windy whistles: right thank you.

*back at home*

Bow hothoof: so what did the doctor say?

Windy whistles: he said that rainbow does have mild autism.

Bow hothoof: oh. So what do we do now?

Windy whistles: I don't know.

Bow hothoof: do we tell rainbow dash?

Windy whistles: I don't know how too do it, maybe just leave it for now?

Bow hothoof: ok.

So that's what they did, they didn't tell rainbow about her diagnosis.

A/N: I tried my best to base this off of my diagnosis, but I was so little when it was happening that i don't remember what exactly happened. I've had to use my mum for research but she doesn't remember it brilliantly and I don't like to keep asking her because it makes her feel guilty.