novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ironically, the red moon-shaped bruise is already fading. after sleeping a record fifteen and a half hours and discussing with j what he was going to eat for lunch today, i held NC from the back sitting on the floor while he tantrummed over a broken computer. somehow his mouth found my wrist and two bites emerged: a smaller, wider one was the first indentation, after pulling and tightening his jaws grip, his teeth worked in harder and found blood. p was somber while writing up the incident report, apologizing to me over and over again. m, however, slapped me hi-five (with the unhurt hand) and told me congratulations! now you officially work with autistic kids. i am woozy from endorphins exiting and happy that NC calmed down. the tiny boy who didn't get to play with his cd roms got to listen to more music instead, again with the cheech the schoolbus driver. my job is zany. it is teaching me to read everything a different way. to let certain things do, to pull taut others. you think you have problems? imagine suddenly having autism and needing someone to care for you twenty-four hours a day. everything pales in comparison. i don't really have time for normal people right now. 5:43 pm - 04.18.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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