“Morgan,” Bay asked, “what’s it like to be you?” The question was asked as the boys finished dinner, and I sat away from them, reading a book. I marked my place and quietly listened. “Well,” Morgan said, “it’s confusing. You know I’m an autism kid. Noises are big. Clothes have to be soft. Smells are hard.” He went back to eating, apparently satisfied with his answers. “But, Morgan, what’s it like? Why is it confusing to be you?” Morgan took a deep breath, pondered this question some and then said, haltingly, “People think I don’t listen, but I do. Teacher always says, ‘Pay attention, sweet boy!’ but I am paying attention. It’s hard. I pay attention to everything, all at the same time. I can’t pay attention to just one thing… I can’t always …show more content…
The hairs still feel like poking on my skin, and I’m scared my ears’ll be chopped off.” “Mama won’t cut your ears off–” “But I feel the scissors coming in! My brain tells me my ears are in danger and I need to yell!” “What would you make people understand?” “I need to chuff [when he makes train noises and moves his arms in a circular motion, bent at the elbow]). I’m a good boy and really useful. Don’t talk about me in front of me. Kids shouldn’t make fun, the grownups, either. It’s mean. People should understand people.” I started tearing up. Bay: “What’s easy for you? You’re good at lots.” “Making breakfast [he makes English muffins with cream cheese every morning for himself]. Thomas stories. Tying my shoes. Making train sets. Snuggling. Smiling. Laughing. Swimming. Remembering the way.” “What’s your school like?” “It’s big like a cave. It full of noise and echoes. I don’t like the gym. It’s confusing and fussy. Everyone is very busy all of the time and when you’re not busy, they give you more work. It’s all work, work, work. Mrs. C’s room is great. That’s where I go for sensory breaks. I have the bean bags, the stimmy toys, all of that. It’s quiet in there, I can tell train stories. Have you heard of the [slips into a Scottish accent] twins, Donald and
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to, I know I didn’t, I just can’t control what I do.” Lennie says as he sighs. “Is that right you sure ain't bright but hell of a good worker,” and she laughs. “Nobody has ever made me laugh, you’re a nice fella.” she gets up and starts to head out of the barn but candy steps in and sees them both.
“Not really; the kid’s always been charismatic.” Erica smiled to herself, remembering little Ezra trying to convince her to buy him sweets at the market.
“Sounds boring, I used to get to check out new gear all the time with I was little. It’s not that great Sam.” I
She stood there, a tall, thin steal gray fluffy haired figure on the top step for a second. And then looked down at the fair-haired children and smiled widely revealing a large gap between her two front teeth. She laughed cheerfully and declared, "Pay no mind to her. She's not so bad once you get to know her." Anna wondered about that. She seemed as if she were pretty good at being furious. "Come on, follow me." The lady said as she opened the door and allowed them to pass, "My name's Miss Margot. Now come along, there's no time to dawdle." She said in her sing-song voice and led them down a long, dark, narrow hallway that was lined with solid wood paneling. As we walked, she tugged at their arms to quicken their pace. Eventually she stopped and pressed on a spot in one of the boards and a door popped open. She and the children hurried into the cold, damp lopsided little basement storage area that was filled with spider webs and smelt dank. Once inside the room Anna noticed that a single light bulb on a long cord swayed from the ceiling and an old broken folding chair and a chamber pot leaned against one of the walls. And that in the back of the room there was a tiny, grimy window that permitted a sliver of evening moonlight to pass through. "That's yours." Miss Margot said and pointed her
My ear, “Don’t worry. I will protect you. No harm will come to you. Some gunmen had crashed the
“Why can’t she understand?” She thought silently, though the words were screaming loudly in her mind.
“Man Sarah, that Painted Girl is a tight one,” John said caressing her leg. “She’s fun though. Her face puckers when she’s embarrassed.”
Dad gave me smile while gently rubbing my back and said "come on, let's have dinner" dad whisper chirpily and I nodded my head ceaseless with a grin.
“I can’t get out of here soon enough, we never have enough staff and nobody listens to us” Sally told the nurse next to her in the locker room when it was finally time to go home. “I feel like I never get anytime to myself any more” she said as the elevator door opened and she and her peer made their way to the parking deck. Sally called “see you tomorrow; I must be crazy to keep coming back here!”
He tells Manolin stories about baseball and teaches him to fish. Hus determination to be
Personally, he loves tea and eats every food except apples. Apples make him feel sick. He finds bread to be the most tasty food, because it can go with any meal. Activities he enjoys are archery, hunting, collecting chattels, and hiking. He tries to do things things as much as possible.
While Nino’s eyes did not meet mine, a common occurrence with autistic individuals, he still heard my words, and the words went something like this, “Hey Buddy, I’ve got something to tell you. We learned that you’re autistic.” Nino came back with a statement, “That doesn’t
He does things because they need to be done, not because he wants to. He indulges himself in antiques, then on the spur of the moment, goes to a park.
In the comic strip Calvin & Hobbes, I would describe Calvin's advice to listening being in the form of Monopolizing listening. He likes to purposely interrupting the conversation to draw attention to himself. Continuously drawing attention toward you in a conversation is one form of monopolizing a conversation. Unfortunately, the listener may miss important information from the conversation due to not being involved in the conversation. It is important to be mindful of others when listening. If Calvin would listen to the speaker and think about what the speaker has to say, he would be able to process the information to be able to make comments, ask questions and remember things that maybe of important from the conversation. Calvin becomes an
Hairdresser: It’s your hair not your nerves I’m interested in. Step over here and sit down.