Is it normal my teachers hated me?

When I was six years old I was diagnosed with Aspergers, although the current school I went to didn't know at the time.

My first grade teacher treated me normally, however when my mother told the school I had Aspergers my teacher immediately treated me differently.

She forced me to move my desk to the back of the class away from the other children facing the wall. Everyday she would give me a book to colour in, while she taught the class simple mathematics such as addition, subtraction, etc. If I turned around to watch or see what the rest of the class was doing, she would get angry and order me to face the wall.

Because of this I got singled out by the other children, resulting in bullying and coming home to my mother with bruises and scabs all over my body.

My teacher disliked me alot however I was not a troublesome child, I kept out of everyones way and rarely ever talked. Whenever my classmates harassed me she would either watch or ignore it. On multiple occasions I complained to her, but she would tell me I was lying.

In my second grade the teacher told me I was retarded and forced me to move into the special education unit where all the "special" children resided. Now I hope I don't offend anyone, but the children there were much more handicapped then I was. They would have aggressive spurts nearly every lesson, ignore the teacher, scream, drool, etc. The teachers there taught us nothing and either made us cook things for the teachers or would sit us down and colour.

This continued until third grade wnere my mother had had enough, and consulted the psychologist that diagnosed me. He forced the school to move me back into normal classrooms thankfully, although the bullying continued.

One time upon leaving from school a boy came up to me and hit me in the back of my head, resulting in me blacking out. My father had seen and panicked, he told me I woke up several minutes later however had no memory of where I was or who I was. My father took me to the school office where the reception lady said she would go get the principle, however hid in her room.

My dad was then forced to drive me to the local doctors where I was rushed into emergency, however after an hour my memory came back.

The boy that did this continued to bully me by kicking, pushing, tripping, punching me, as well as throwing sharp objects at me during class. The girls mocked me and generally I had no friends. Whenever the boy that bullied me punched me or hit me I would always tell my class teacher or teacher on duty at break, but they would do nothing.

Eventually I grew frustrated, and whenever I was hit I would lash out, punching or kicking them back. This would result in me being punished, and as it progressed I was being sent home almost daily and forced to aplogize to the bully that harmed me.

The principle was an absolute cunt, occasionally my bully would string a lie claiming that I had hit or pushed him when I didn't. The principle would always take his side no matter what.

My father grew angry and one day took me into the principles office and yelled at her, showing the bruises and marks I achieved at school to the principle.

Around my fourth grade I went to go live with my father and fortunately he made me move to a different primary school.

I'm unsure why the teachers and students hated me so much, I always tried to do my work properly and learn.