My 9 year old has autism. He is sweet and funny and loving and wants to be liked. But he stims. He stims a lot. He skips a lot and hums a lot and bites his fingers and when he gets nervous, he blurts out lines from cartoons. He's smart and sweet and though I've always thought he was the coolest kid ever - to someone who didn't give him DNA, he might seem closer to the uncoolest. idk - I gave him DNA so I can't tell.
He hid under my desk playing on his kindle for a while. Then he needed to skip. He skipped around in the back. He asked questions about why I use car-wash sponges instead of erasers and he picked up the giant chalk-board compass (like for making circles) and used it like chopsticks on my sponge and said "here's your eggroll" and then laughed an awkward very typically ASD cackle.
At one point my future mechanics, after doing the hard parts (like all of the conceptual stuff and all of the major algebraic manipulations) stared at the result "0 = X - 72" like it was unsolvable and my joey said "Anything minus itself is zero - come on guys - let's do this". And they laughed. And then he skipped off.
He skipped off to the bathroom by himself and just when I was going to go bring him back, afraid he was playing in the sink, he had skipped back and was doing karate moves by the window. My students let me know he wasn't missing, he was just "kicking ass and taking names."
When he tried to make a joke, they laughed with him. When he was on the verge of a meltdown and needed to climb into my arms like a boy half his age, they didn't. They smiled. They high-fived him. They asked him for help with their arithmetic.
I cried all the way home. I love them. They're the reason I stay in this.
- unknown sender