The establishing of trust, between a special needs child, and her teacher, translated…
Taking the child’s left hand that’s, extended toward the skies in discovery, leading him, toward that music class. Having getting along with the child for long, as I’d, taken his hands in mine, I’d, slowly, found that my right hand had that, special sort of, a connection, with his, left hand.
On the very first day of my volunteering, the caretaker first told me the condition of the young child: completely blind, with NO verbal skills, along with, mental retardation. Every now and then, strangers, especially, can get him, worked up.
slowly, building up the trust…
photo from online
Naturally, the first time we were, introduced, the child acted like a flower, with brambles all around, refusing to let me touch her, she kept, swinging her arms, stomped her feet, thrown her temper tantrums, everything you can imagine, and so, I’d, thought quickly, I’d, started singing the nursery rhymes to her, to divert her attention, to put on her shoes for her, then, started, walking her in her required S-shape, walking, stopping, walking, stopping, and finally, we’d, arrived to the classrooms.
The mealtimes were, an alternative sort of a new challenge, with my right hand, I’d, quickly, gulfed down my food, and with my other hand, I’d, fed her, my eyes don’t get a rest either, I’d, watched her closely, in case, she’d, started, making a huge mess spontaneously, flipping over the plates, the bowls, it’s the smallest matter, if she’d, turned the tables over, clean up would be, such a drag.
Sometimes, I’d, needed to, take off that gentle mask, and, scolding her, about something she did that was, wrong, and, at this time, the child would, temporarily, take her left hand back, placed it onto my shoulders, until I’d, calmed back down, then, she’d, slid her left hand down from my shoulders, onto my arms, then, toward, my up-turned, right palm.
To this very day, this little girl, no longer behaved like when we’d, first met, refusing to let me to hold her hand, to the point of developing that special connection, like when I’d, given her the applauses of love, she’d, insisted on doing the routines with my, left hand, and, when the music played, she’d, wanted to, pat to the beats with my hands too.
I think, in this process, other than the passing of time, more often than not, it’s, that trust that’s now been, established, between the child’s left hand, and my, right hand.
like this…
once, the trust gets, built up…photo from online
And so, this, is someone’s experiences in working with a special needs child, and, these special needs children needed more time, to establish that connection with her/his own surrounding environment, especially in autism, and this woman, she’d, managed to, gain the little girl’s trust, and now, the little girl is, reliant on her for guidance in life, and in, helping her grow up strong too.
Life, the Obstacle Course 