Things were bad. Martin spent several days in a total funk. He was excited to go to school, but acted out once he got there. He came several days in a row, reporting to us that he had a “red day.” Martin’s teacher uses color codes for discipline. Red is the worst. It means a student must write an apology note.
After several red days and after Martin’s terrible behavior at home, something changed. He slept about 12 hours one night. And his teacher – genius that she is – tried a new system of rewards with him. Ever since, he’s come home reporting of his “green days,” the very best you can have. He’s been much nicer to us. Things are getting better.
In other news, I think I’ve happened upon an awesome career for Martin: Japanese steak house (JSH) chef. On a recent visit to a JSH, I noticed that the chefs do the same thing and tell the same jokes over and over. It’s a funny little routine, requires a certain skill set, and can be done successfully over and over again in exactly the same way. Perfect for autistics. Now, I’m not sure about the whole dealing with customers part of the job. But I thought about Martin having a life where he can do something relatively fun, amuse himself, and repeat ad-naseum. Maybe?
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