I found a picture in W’s backpack of him and his teacher Mrs. N. I knew when I found it that he would want to put it someplace special. He loves Mrs. N. It was an emotional day for him because it was the last day of school and as he puts it “the last day for me to enjoy first grade”. I am blown away sometimes by how perceptive he is about things that most of his peers give very little thought to. I have heard it said many times that children with Asperger’s and other ASD’s have no emotion and miss out on relationship building. I couldn’t disagree more.
W goes about building his relationships in a very unconventional way and so has trouble with his same age peers. Most kids his age don’t have the patience or understanding to follow his lead to friendship. This is why, I believe, he has such intense attachments to the special adults in his life. It has been very painful at the end of each school year for him to let go of his relationship with his teachers or to understand how the nature of the relationship will change. In his mind, there is no reason for this change and that it is a silly formality that we don’t just continue to hang out with his teachers. If it were up to him we would have his teachers and their families over for dinners and to play on a regular basis.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if those boundaries that we neurotypical folks adhere to weren’t so solid. Sometimes I think that W is onto something and that the way he thinks about relationships is more evolved than most.
Anyway, I found this picture and decided to give it to him as he was reading books before bed. We hung it up right next to his bed and then he started downloading all about how much he will miss Mrs. N and how he is sad that he won’t see her until next year. He said he didn’t understand why he couldn’t just keep the same teacher over and over. I felt sorry that I had brought the picture up right before bed because he had been upset earlier and I didn’t want to upset him. I thought having it would make him smile, and it did, but it also reminded him of the sadness he felt. We talked a little more about how he was feeling and then I kissed him goodnight.
Five minutes later I hear, “Mama, can you come here?” I walk to the bottom of the steps and see him standing there with tears streaming down his cheeks. My heart was broken for him. We climbed into bed together and he sobbed about how she was his best teacher and that he would miss her so much. When my husband asked him why he was feeling so sad he said “because I can never go back to first grade.” Then all the fears started coming out about second grade and a new teacher. Mrs. N understands him and what he needs, he says, and what if the new teacher doesn’t understand that?
Good question. This is the question that I ask myself every year. And every year it gets harder to answer. With as much as he matures each year, the challenges change. Some ways it gets easier and in some ways it gets much harder.
He understands cues enough to pick up on how people feel about him. He can tell that his P.E. teachers are frustrated with him and the challenges that he represents. Having this knowledge doesn’t change who he is or make the difficulty he feels go away. It just makes him feel worse about himself on top of feeling out of control. He pointed out to me tonight that he didn’t want me to read to him because I was “all stressed out.” That was hilarious to hear!
He misreads cues sometimes too. He became really angry with one of the aids, who up until this point had been his favorite. There was a lot of stress for him for about a week and it just escalated until he finally refused to work with her. All week long I was questioning him about why he was feeling this way about her. He just kept insisting that she was angry with him and that she didn’t like him. Turns out she had stopped giving him mints as a reward because she didn’t have any left. That’s it. That’s what had him so upset. He saw her not giving him mints as a sign that she didn’t like him anymore.
I am so proud of him for the connections that he makes that are successful. I know that with time this will get easier. I share his sadness now though that the relationships he works the hardest on at school are the ones that are guaranteed to change because they aren’t permanent. This isn’t to say that he won’t continue to have a relationship with Mrs. N or any other teacher. But for him, the consistency of the relationship provides so much comfort and security and it is painful when it changes. It isn’t just about the consistency in the routine or schedule as some might suggest. It is about people. He loves people, especially those that love him back. This is one of the most endearing things about him.