The very cool part about being James' teacher is that I can effortlessly incorporate his daily life into our lessons. For instance, writing in his "book," (aka journal) allows me to sneak in school stuff like practice making letters, the use of capitals versus small letters, punctuation, and sentence structure. Meanwhile I have assured him that he can write anything here, even curse words, without getting in trouble. These are his raw feelings and he should let it all out! What his "diary" also lets me see, is James' beautiful mind at work. What a joy, what an honor, what a freaking privilege it is to be this kid's mom, let alone his teacher. Warning: After writing this super sad entry, James typed on his iPad, "It is really ok Mommy." And it was.
Why am I so unhappy? Mommy wishes I could be happy always. Why am I so unhappy? Pretty sure it is because i am autistic. Why am I so unhappy? I am pretty [sure] it is because i am not real. Why am I so hard to please? I am not a good boy everyday. Why am I so hard to understand? It is because i can't talk. Why am I so hard on Mommy?
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