The autistic boy with the red hair said to me “Je n'veux plus du RAP.”
This was a surprise. He is not very verbal, but when he does speak, it is always about RAP music, especially when we make up a story together while I strum the guitar. He goes to a supermarket with his papa or mammy and buys RAP 2005, 2006, 2007 or 2008, but never 2009 because he knows it isn’t 2009 yet.
So it was a shock when he said he didn’t want to anymore, in a fed up sort of way.
I wondered whether someone had hurt his feelings.
I could imagine a stressed person saying to him, “If I hear the word Rap just one more time, I am going to scream very loudly and stick my head in my handbag.”
The trouble is I have trouble understanding him when he does say something new, unlike the carers who do have the advantage of being native French speakers. I started to worry that he would suggest elements of a story and I wouldn’t get it.
The other two members of our little group are completely non-verbal except for a “oui” from time to time.
As usual, I made up their stories for them. We flew in aeroplanes and went swimming.
He was excited and scared but it was his story and he was going to tell it with new words. He went to the tobacco shop with his papa and bought a model aeroplane.
I sang it back to him.
At the end of the session, we joined the other children with their educators.
“What is that you are saying?” said one of the educators, not understanding him.
“He is saying that he made up a new story today,” I told her.
12 hours ago