Upon the time of your 'official' diagnosis (or equivalent) of AS(D), can you remember one who was especially nice? I know, peculiar question. It's just that last night I vividly recalled my favourite teacher (1st grade) - she was pretty with dark brown hair and eyes, tan skin. Mildly obsessed with Winnie the Pooh. But she liked me, she liked me best.
Around when I was diagnosed I was cutting & pasting excessively, clipping-out pictures from magazines, newspaper, etc and pasting onto huge sheets of newsprint my father gave me. But to the exclusion of all else; cutting & pasting for hour upon hour. My father said he thought I was trying to communicate, plus I was not speaking much at all. The scissors abraded my hand badly and then the red-streak of blood poisoning to my elbow - could have lost my right arm in hospital. I was diagnosed at the hospital...and my scissor were taken away.
Anyway, back to premise: I had bandages on my hand, of course, but banadages were kept on so my hand would rest. My teacher had given us a colouring assignment and I layered with crayon, darker and darker with more colour. I remember crying, hard, because I wanted my picture complete and perfect, and I was going to give it to her. Then my hand hurt so badly I could not stop crying.
She told me I did not have to colour that whole part and it looked great 'as is' and she hung it up on the wall. Isn't she the best teacher ever?
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The ones who say “You can’t” and “You won’t” are probably the ones scared that you will. - Unknown
03 Dec 2010, 4:57 pm
