Turning Eighteen

My son Rahul, the subject of this blog, is quirky and innocent. His life has been hard in many ways, primarily because he is not neurotypical. He has an autism diagnosis, an anxiety diagnosis, maybe even an ADHD diagnosis.


He has a phenomenal memory for specific things like birth dates or what happened on June 10th 2003. He can spend hours poring over sunrise and sunset times in various places. The changing patterns of the sun's journey through the sky and the gradual emergence of darkness or light never fail to thrill him. He absolutely loves people. Sometimes, because of his anxiety and nervousness, he says things that sound inappropriate or mean. But at heart he really is a very sweet person.


Rahul is on the brink of adulthood. Soon he will graduate from high school. We are looking forward to the future (more unknown for him than for most) with trepidation and hope.

Friday, November 17, 2017

PTC

The parent-teacher conference was very short this semester.

I has signed up to talk to three teachers. But Mrs. W has been out the last couple of weeks. Her lupus has flared up again. And Ms. P called in the morning sounding hoarse and saying she was going home sick. So that left only Ms. H but I went anyway since I had never met her. There is no substitute for meeting people face to face, especially someone you have to work with.

BTW, Ms. H is Mrs. A!  (Mr. A was Rahul's teacher for the last three years but he left this year.) She goes by H but Rahul insists on referring to her as Mrs. A. I took Rahul with me to the conference. Ms. H was very excited to see us and gave both Rahul and me big hugs. She said, "I am jealous of you, you have Rahul for a son." (Rahul is very popular in school these days with his good behavior and all. Also they find him entertaining.) Mrs. A said she used to ask Mr. A for Rahul stories even when he was not her student. I said, "Rahul is doing good this year but he gave Mr. A a very hard time."

If Mrs. W had been there I would have asked about all the classes and plans for next semester. But Ms. H only has Rahul for second hour. So we talked about that. That class is called "On my own" and they are teaching them independence skills such as filling out job applications or deciding what to buy by comparing prices. Also, every Friday they sell snacks to teachers. They have different jobs such as setting up or counting money and they rotate through those. Rahul commented that selling snacks makes him hungry.

Many other teachers came and talked to Rahul, some from earlier years, some he meets only in the hallway but has conversations with. Rahul came home and said that going for the parent-teacher conference was the best part of his day.

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