Well, it only took three days before the school called me about Bean. *sigh* I was visiting teaching yesterday afternoon, when the they called David. David called my cell, and I then jumped in the car, and roared off toward the school. My jumbled thoughts went along the lines of “Nooooo nonononono not again these are specialists nonononononooooooo what happened what will I do please please please don’t kick him out no no nonononononononoooo” Or something along those lines.
It seems, when getting-on-the-bus time came, he had a nuclear melt-down, and they cannot ride the bus when wigging-out. The teacher took him back to the classroom and called us. While waiting for us, he ran and hid, which is typical, and once he calmed himself down, all was sunshine and rainbows again. When I arrived, he was playing quietly. The teacher was unfazed by the whole thing. *huuuuuge sigh*.
Turns out someone else had a book he likes HAS to carry to the bus stop for the world to continue to spin. Once they teacher got him back to the classroom and he hid-it-out, he was able to explain this to her. She found the book, put his name on it, and all was rosy and rainbows again. Think “Monk” in a very small redheaded body.
This is nothing to me. I deal with this all the time. What IS new and awesome: Having a teacher who completely understands and doesn’t look at my child as the Tasmanian Devil. She understands autism and understands this is not a typical kid being manipulative or bratty- even when it looks that way. This teacher understands he cannot make eye contact well, she knows not to hug him or touch him unexpectedly- and I don’t have to constantly explain and justify the boy that is my beloved son.
He’s excited for school this morning. He’s assured his book will be in his cubby, and all is right in the world. I love me some Special Ed teachers. I really, really do. Angels among us…
So glad the first time ended so smoothly. It must be wonderful to feel like they “get” him. At least enough to not make the situation worse. Hope school continues to go well!
I’m so glad that you have a great teacher for your son! There was an autistic boy who went to my church while we were in Korea. Everyone there was so great with him! I was really impressed! I think it made all the difference for him and his mother.
That is so great! Having people that understand instead of judge is really such a big part of the battle. I’m so glad you have people who understand.
I’m so glad you’ve found a great program for him! Those teachers are saints. I have several nephews and nieces that have been helped beyond words by teachers like yours. It’s wonderful when you find people who understand autism. And exhausting when you find people who don’t.
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Halle-freakin-lujah!
That is so wonderful. Let’s hope this is just the beginning of great things for your family.
yay! isn’t it great when someone gets your child?! especially when it’s their TEACHER! now you know that they can help him deal with whatever he needs to deal with. plus, what a relief for him not to have to spend his days with people who resist him instead of helping him.
I know exactly what you mean. I still get teared up when I think about Noe’s teacher last year. To say she went above and beyond is an understatement. She even asked to come to our house and do some trainings this fall so Noe doesn’t lose pace with his gains last year. And she isn’t exactly getting paid overtime. Thank goodness for these wonderful wonderful people!
Hurrah! One of the best moments we’ve ever had was watching my son walk up and give his Special Ed. teacher a HUGE hug one day! We knew she deserved every moment of that sweet squeeze
Awesome angels! How wonderful to have a teacher understand and accept him “as is.” So glad this nononooo turned into a yesyesyesss!
These teachers are angels and they deserve much higher salaries.
So happy this situation turned sunny.
“I love me some Special Ed teachers. I really, really do. Angels among us…”
Paul Overstreet has a song I absolutely love called Heroes, which includes the following words:
“Heroes come in every shape and size
Making special sacrifices for others in their lives.
No one gives them medals;
The world don’t know their names,
But in someone’s eyes, they’re heroes just the same.”
God bless the ordinary heroes in our lives.
Thanks! That is great to hear!
I love your school. I love your teachers. HURRAH!
So glad you have found such a great school for him.
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