I have to say that I was in shock at what had happened to David. He went from a gifted and talented, albeit autistic, child to one who simply could not retain anything that was taught to him.
David, do you know what 6 + 7 is?
Uh, no.
I tried using counters so that he could see how they could be manipulated so that visually 6 + 7 would be 13. After I the manipulation, I said,
See, it's 13.
Oh.
Thirty seconds later I asked him again,
What's 6 + 7?
I don't know!
And David cried. At the time, David would have to be very emotional before he would say anything more than a few words. This was more than he could bear.
Dad, how do I go back?
How do you go back where David?
How do I go back to being a baby?
At that point I knew that David understood that he had lost something and I wanted to cry with him, not only for what he had lost, but because I was afraid that this was only the start. Something had bitten off a piece of what had been David and I was afraid that that shark was still lurking in the water.
You can't go back, David.
I have to!
You can't and I can't do that for you.
Who can?!
Only God can, David.
How do I be God?
You can't be God, David. Only God is God.
The arithmetic lesson was over and for the next two hours, I learned the meaning of the word perseverative. David's math abilities were gone and replaced with perseverative behavior.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
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