Hi everyone and welcome back to my blog, today’s blog will be continuing to discuss my childhood being autistic. Once again this part of the story is not described by me, but it is explained by my mum and this is the story being continued on my childhood being autistic in her own words.
She is now 5-6 years old, full time in school. The school had a system where they would pick her up in the morning and drop her off at home after school. She was ready to go, eager to learn, she took her lunch from home because she didn’t like school dinners. We had a wonderful teacher who knew how to deal with children like Arveena, the teacher was strict but with a soft heart. She will not do anything for her unless she used her language and tells her what she wants. The teacher realised her potential and me and the teacher started to work together, so whatever she learned at school I would do the same at home.
The biggest problem was with the words like who, what, where, why and when. The teacher said to concentrate on one word at a time, so for one week we would concentrate on “who” for a week, everyday at home for a week it was “who” whenever we could and the next week it would be another word and so on.
I had a meeting with the headteacher. The headteacher said that maybe she is confused with two languages and that we should just use one language at home or maybe we should teach her sign language and of course I was really worried that if there’s nothing with her and we have to teach her sign language.
I was really concerned about teaching her sign language, so one morning when she was ready to go to school and I said to her that you got to work hard in school and I forgot that I said that. On Friday she comes home with a certificate for working really hard all the week and that was her first certificate and many more followed.
At almost 6 1/2 years old the speech started to come, number work was still a struggle and we did the same thing again for maths in school and at home as we repeated the same. She did all the activities in school and had fun in sports day. From those days until the age of 11. She went to normal mainstream secondary school, she didn’t look back and kept going forward with her life.
This concludes on my childhood being autistic. Stay tuned for the next post which will be continuing my childhood life with autism, don’t forget to leave a comment below on my blog and spread the word out about my blog too. ???