So I guess my class is behaving better. But everyday when I come in *Mikey* the boy who is autistic and his parents won't accept it..is shitty..I mean I can smell it when I walk into the door. Today I was designated to change his pull up. I did it..and it brought back memories when I had a co-op job as an asst. teacher at a special needs school..and the teachers made me change all of their diapers. But I was 17!! And these kids didn't have half of the sense that Mikey has..Mikeys wasn't watery, so it wasn't that bad. I talked to his father, about potty training him. Tomorrow he's sending changes of clothes and underwear. I'm gonna try to work with him. Even though I don't know how to potty train a lil boy. I asked his father if they stand up or sit down. He laughed and said they can do both. So we are going to see what I can do w/ lil Mikey. He is so cute though ya'll. He's mixed white and spanish. He has big cheeks and I squeeze em. I try to make him smile, after I got over the initial fear of me not being able to control him. He still likes to spin around in the middle of the floor, but as long as he's not eating inedible items and not hurting himself then hes fine. He said hi to me the day before yesterday. I thought it was sweet. I'm thinking maybe he does like me a lil bit. We'll see.
In a world of my own
I spin
I turn
People yell at me
And I don't know why
I am silent
But I scream
From the inside
And no one
Hears me cry
I am trying to break through
But no one has the patients
To deal with
The issues placed before me
They all run away...
With a headache..
With a head that is shaking..
Praying that someone
Can reach me
But it's not them..
Until then
I am a boy
With spinning dreams
Waiting for someone
To wake me up
From this haze
That hangs over my world
And turn the volume up
On my screams
On blast
Because I am here
I'm just waiting on
Someone to find me...
And grab my hand
Pulling me out of this hole
That my parents
Refuse to believe
I have fallen into
They won't admit
That I'm autistic
Instead they view me
As their perfect little boy...
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Words are stronger than actions
Checks pay the bills
But attitudes kill
And that's the truth
Ya dig?
How can someone love
A person they don't deserve
How can someone love
A person who they throw in the dirt
How can someone love
A person they can't stand
It's impossible..
I raise my right hand
To testify to that
I'm for real
Love is more than action
It's the words that go along
Words are written into stone
Sometimes actions get forgotten
But once you write something down
It's there forever
And it's not hard
For it to be easily found
All because people confuse
Love with actions
And completley forget
About actions that compliment words
Love is something
I don't give up on easily
But once I realize
That I'm being abused
I hit the door..
Because I'm too flyy
To be sporting anyones bruise
Just because they got mad
Confusing love...
With nothing but actions
But the words..
That go along with love
Have to always
Match actions....
Or it ain't really love
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6 comments:
how old is mikey? we just started potty training...my baby's growing up *tearing up*
3..I don't know how close to four he is. He is big though. My lil girl is tiny compared to him. I don't think he should be at that school. Basically, his family is like you can only watch him. Hell no I got too many kids to be just worried about him. But he gets in the worst trouble...arggh..
Training boys to pee is easy. They like standing up etc. But pooping in the potty can be another story entirely! (I had a TERRIBLE time with one of mine.)
It often helps if they have their feet on the floor. It makes them feel more secure. I learned the hard way that it doesn't help to scold them too much for initial accidents. It's better to teach them learn to identify the feeling they have in their bodies *right before* they pooped... and then ask them if they feel that way again to come tell you.
Does the school have the book "Everything Poops" or something titled like that? It's really great for demystifying the process. Check it out from the library if not.
Good luck!
We're a diaper free house now! Woo-hoo!
bk
Hey Foia! This post hits close to home . . . I have an 8 year old nephew who is autistic, he was diagnosed when he was 3. Unfortunately he is non verbal, but it's amazing how they learn to communicate without words. You are a special person to work with special needs kids . . . I can only imagine how hard it is. But it's because of teachers who care and parents who are aware that these kids thrive.
My sister and his teacher aid are now working with him on potty training. I know it seems old but I think he's finally at the stage where he "understands" the feelings of having to go potty. It's working really well and he's doing a great job . . .
Your poem made me cry . . . it reminds me how frustrating it must when your mind doesn't work the way it should and makes everything ten times harder. It reminds me that in my nephew's mind he knows what he wants but can't get it out and how frustrating he must feel. But I know that he is loved by so many people that he'll be ok.
Hang in there and know that you are probably touching his life more than you'll ever know!
sometimes all it takes is some tender loving care to make a differnce in someones life!
Good luck mami!!
BK- Okay..I will try the feet on the floor thing. I will also check on the book. Congrats on being a diaper free house. It saves lots of money!!
Suz- I don't want to say that I am sorry, but I feel your pain. My bff's brother is autistic. They adopted him, and pretty soon he will go to a home :( Sad.. I'm sorry to make you cry..but I see his pain...I was letting it out for him.
D1- Yeah..Tender loving care for real...
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