A parent of a former student called me to check in. He’s had a hard time since he left. I agreed to talk to the psychologist about our experiences with him.
I can’t reveal too much (as usual!) about the details, but suffice it to say, if I believed in functional labels (high-functioning/low-functioning), I would say, absolutely, that he was a “high-functioning” Autistic (for new people to the site, I DO NOT BELIEVE in these labels, but I will say he is very skilled at masking; the labels I only mention to serve a point as to how people who others believe are “high functioning” can be overlooked even though there is no such thing as “high functioning”). He’s been skilled at masking his Autism since he was in a tiny school until this year, and as the demands of moving into the tween years get harder, he’s struggling in and out of school. He’s one of those problematic types who is both academically gifted and Disabled, which the public schools have historically had a heck of a time with.
The psychologist was not impressed with my observations. I suspect she will discount them, not recognizing what it looks like to be an Autistic who does not have “Educational Autism” (fancy language in schools for “too good at school to get help”). Without a corresponding academic struggle, he will not be diagnosed and they will continue to wonder what’s “wrong” with him.
But I know him. I knew him last year, and I also knew that his mom wanted him to stay with us this year since she knew he was finally, finally making progress both academically and socially. He struggled at school for years not because he didn’t know all the things but because he lacked the executive function to turn materials in, or the impulse control to do what he was told.
He made so much progress he was three years ahead on standardized tests by the time I was done with him…in less than a year.
And yes, we were actually able to measure him on standardized tests; I’d reduced the stress enough that he was taking them seriously and able to focus on them.
Lest you think I’m bragging about being a miracle worker, let’s be perfectly clear: I didn’t DO anything…but I let him be himself and reduced his stress levels. I removed the meaningless hoops of homework for the sake of homework and requiring my kids to sit in a desk, not move, and not talk. And I listened to him, and argued and debated with him.
I treated him like a human being.