It was a relaxing afternoon since Fridays are most welcomed by school students and staff alike, more so the staff I suspect. I was subbing in a special ed class. The youngest of seven students was a kindergartener who was quite a pickle, but cute as a button.
Like so many little and big kids, she takes a fancy to the tablet. She knows how to use her fingers to switch from one view to the other and with one finger touch the icon that suits her fancy. She knows what button to push to pull back up the home screen. We didn’t hear a peep out of her until she let out a scream. She was giving the tablet a talking to with a face that could kill.
The teacher and the regular aide did the right thing in admonishing her to use her voice and ask for help instead of throwing a tantrum. It is a message she has to be told each time it happens. I think that day it happened about a half dozen times.
I whispered to the teacher that there were many a time I wanted to do the exact same thing. In my private moments, I have thought or spoken a few choice words to my tablet, desktop, laptop, or other devices. I couldn’t tell the kinder I had done what she did since I didn’t want to discourage her from following the teacher’s instructions.
The teacher chuckled since she knew what I meant. Most any of us have wanted to scream at a device that has gone haywire. Such as tossing whatever out the window. Most of us don’t because we’d have to pay for it and the window both. Even worse, when it isn’t our device or our window.
The regular aide was asking me how I had been doing since my autism diagnosis. I told her about my meltdowns and how I went about coping with them without damaging property. She said, “At least, you know what they are and have coping skills. These children don’t yet.” She had a good point. Those who occupy a different spot on the spectrum who can’t communicate what is going on suffer tremendously. They don’t know what to do about it other than scream, kick, cry, etc.
There was one moment when she was playing on the carpet. We don’t know what went wrong but she started screaming again. But this time, she was rocking back and forth on her knees. Now that I relate to since I rock too when I want to scream. And I admit there have been times I have screamed at my tablet.