Ah, to speak the same language!

My son started social skills classes again this summer. He loves the school, which is in a cute little touristy town, so my daughter and I have a blast window shopping while he is studying. Also, I learn a lot by reading his class material!

I have always been very pleased with the staff person assigned to him each year. They are always kind, firm, fun and obviously love working with kids like him. The staff is also personable with the parents, so it has always been a joy to work with them.

But this summer, what a treat! The second day I picked my son up, not only did I get the usual, “He had a good day,” or “He needed a little help in this area,” and then a quick synopsis of why the day was good or bad, but I got an actual rundown of the order of events of the class. For the first time in the three years we have been at this school, I got to hear exactly what had happened during the two hours, in a very succinct, but somewhat detailed manner.

I don’t know that every parent would want that information, but as someone on the Autism Spectrum, I love that kind of description of events. I later learned that the staff person had taken classes at the school for several years before working for the school. In other words, that staff member is also somewhere on the Autism Spectrum. No wonder they are someone who speaks my language!