Putter and the Sunday School Class

[Guest guest]

It was NOT a success. Putter was highly disturbed at the notion that he would

go to a different room. After all, he goes to Room 19, NOT Room 15. Candy, his

teacher, met him at the door of his usual room and attempted to take him to the

classroom of four year olds two doors down. Putter resisted strongly. I had

planned to leave immediately so that as few people as possible would be exposed

to Robbie's croupiness and fever, but I cannot watch someone struggle without

offering help. " Do you think it would work if I took one hand, " I asked

diffidently. " Oh, please do, " asked Candy, struggling valiantly with Putter who

was flat on his back, screaming. We got Putter down to Room 15 but we could not

get him in the door. He placed all of his limbs on the door jamb and resisted

with all his Putter Might. The ten four year olds in the classroom watched in

wide-eyed amazement as Putter fought us. Finally, " I don't think he is ready

yet, " said Candy. Putter had always agreed with this, and Putter got up and

returned docilely to his PROPER classroom in Room 19, brushing away tears of

rage and thinking unpleasant thoughts about Candy's general intellect ( " Geez!

Can't she read? 19! 19! Not 15! I mean, we've been using that room for a year

and she still doesn't get it. These NTs....why on earth are they in charge of

so much? " An excellent question really.)

The teacher of Room 15 peered anxiously after us as we left. I wondered if

things had been properly explained to her (or indeed to the children in Putter's

putative classroom). She looked awfully confused. Would she welcome Putter

upon his return? Did she really understand how sweet and lovable he can be?

Putter behaved beautifully in his solitary classroom. He chattered eagerly with

Candy and drew rainbows and called them rainbows and he made many stamps and

labelled many things. He made a stuffed cross as part of a program to make

crosses for children to take Jesus to bed with them (I received a piece of paper

explaining that this was an effort to make children frightened by the events of

September 11 feel safer). It is a nice and well-meaning idea, but Putter sleeps

with me and I suspect, given what I know of his religious beliefs (which could

probably be summed up as " Putter is God! Mo-THER is his servant! Robbie is his

friend! Everyone else is garbage!) probably comforts him far more than a

stuffed cross would. Assuming he needs comforting.

We agreed that next week we would have Putter start in his beloved Room 19 and

then move to Room 15. He had gone there to get his stuffed cross sewn together

and he had made no objection. " Just so long as it doesn't become a habit, "

thought Putter to himself.

Salli

Enrique, 14, AS, TS

, 12, NT

Sophia, 7, NT

Xavier, aka PUTTER!, 5, autism

o, 2, NT

[Guest guest]

Salli, could they move the class from room 15 to room 19? That way Putter will

still be in his regular room but with the class also.

Today, for the first time ever, I left Jake alone with his class. Usually I sit

in and help with him, but today he was the only one in his class. Jake, his

teacher, and I went into the class just younger than Jake because it would be

nearly impossible to have a class with just Jake. He was great. He sat without

me, answered some questions (kept saying that he wanted to go home, but hey, I

take what I can get). Then someone needed my help with some things so I left.

Jake was fine. When I went to get him, he was sitting on his teacher's lap and

he seemed happy, not so sure about her because Jake is such a wiggle worm to

hold, but...they didn't have to come get me.

Janae

, 8, ADD

Jake, 5, autism

[Guest guest]

Sometimes you gotta wonder if the world wouldn't be an easier place to live

it wasn't run our little Autistic ones!

At 09:29 AM 10/14/2001, you wrote:

>It was NOT a success. Putter was highly disturbed at the notion that he

>would go to a different room. After all, he goes to Room 19, NOT Room

>15. Candy, his teacher, met him at the door of his usual room and

>attempted to take him to the classroom of four year olds two doors

>down. Putter resisted strongly. I had planned to leave immediately so

>that as few people as possible would be exposed to Robbie's croupiness and

>fever, but I cannot watch someone struggle without offering help. " Do you

>think it would work if I took one hand, " I asked diffidently. " Oh, please

>do, " asked Candy, struggling valiantly with Putter who was flat on his

>back, screaming. We got Putter down to Room 15 but we could not get him

>in the door. He placed all of his limbs on the door jamb and resisted

>with all his Putter Might. The ten four year olds in the classroom

>watched in wide-eyed amazement as Putter fought us. Finally, " I don't

>think he is ready yet, " said Candy. Putter had always agreed with this,

>and Putter got up and returned docilely to his PROPER classroom in Room

>19, brushing away tears of rage and thinking unpleasant thoughts about

>Candy's general intellect ( " Geez! Can't she read? 19! 19! Not 15! I

>mean, we've been using that room for a year and she still doesn't get

>it. These NTs....why on earth are they in charge of so much? " An

>excellent question really.)

>

>The teacher of Room 15 peered anxiously after us as we left. I wondered

>if things had been properly explained to her (or indeed to the children in

>Putter's putative classroom). She looked awfully confused. Would she

>welcome Putter upon his return? Did she really understand how sweet and

>lovable he can be?

>

>Putter behaved beautifully in his solitary classroom. He chattered

>eagerly with Candy and drew rainbows and called them rainbows and he made

>many stamps and labelled many things. He made a stuffed cross as part of

>a program to make crosses for children to take Jesus to bed with them (I

>received a piece of paper explaining that this was an effort to make

>children frightened by the events of September 11 feel safer). It is a

>nice and well-meaning idea, but Putter sleeps with me and I suspect, given

>what I know of his religious beliefs (which could probably be summed up as

> " Putter is God! Mo-THER is his servant! Robbie is his friend! Everyone

>else is garbage!) probably comforts him far more than a stuffed cross

>would. Assuming he needs comforting.

>

>We agreed that next week we would have Putter start in his beloved Room 19

>and then move to Room 15. He had gone there to get his stuffed cross sewn

>together and he had made no objection. " Just so long as it doesn't become

>a habit, " thought Putter to himself.

>

>Salli

>

>Enrique, 14, AS, TS

>, 12, NT

>Sophia, 7, NT

>Xavier, aka PUTTER!, 5, autism

>o, 2, NT

>

>

>

>

>

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Janae,

Sounds like things went pretty well!

Sue

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