One of my students this week is autistic and has a personal caregiver with him. After class, she took me aside and said, “I’m sure you’ve noticed by now that Little Johnny is… special.” She pronounced it with italics. “I’m sorry for his acting out, please be patient with him.”
Lady… Little Johnny is no problem. He stands off to the side and makes bad kids jokes and talks about ringworm in uncomfortable detail, but he’s interested and sincere and is obviously getting something out of being at camp. I’d rather explain directions to him six times in different ways than deal with Little Mikey, who’s kind of cruel and seems determined to make sure that no one else is able to enjoy themselves if he doesn’t get his way. Please help me with Little Mikey.