The class is about to be set up, and the senior tutors are panicking. It is said that among the students who are about to ascend, there is an autistic child who cannot communicate. It's just that this child doesn't listen in class, and he loses control of his emotions at every turn. Throwing things, pushing and beating classmates is just commonplace. One time, even in the nature class, the experimental equipment was smashed, and the school required his father to accompany him throughout the nature class in the future for safety. It is undeniable that when the director decided to entrust Xiaozhi to me, I was actually quite apprehensive.
"Autism" is foreign and distant to me, and I don't know if I have the ability to teach Xiaozhi. During the summer vacation of that year, the only thing I could company banner design do for the upcoming Xiaozhi was to read various autism related materials. Although it is to sharpen the gun on the spot, it is somewhat reassuring to myself. Originally, I didn’t really like reading popular science books, but because of Xiaozhi, I not only finished " Anthropologist on Mars " smoothly , but also read it very carefully. The author Sachs is a neurologist who, like a detective, observes, inquires, and thinks in limited clues to piece together the thinking patterns of autistic patients for us. Dr. Sachs described people with autism as being like Martians who came to Earth. The way they experience the world is very different from ours.
They are not good at communicating with others, have difficulty inferring the meaning behind the words, and cannot interpret the information contained in the body language. But since they accidentally live on the wrong planet, the Martians can only act as anthropologists, trying to learn how to get along with people on Earth. This book provided me with a good inspiration: So, let me be the anthropologist on campus, trying to learn how to get along with my little Martian. On the first day of meeting, Xiaozhi was sent to the classroom by his father. Dad pushed Xiaozhi in front of me and urged him, "Say hello to teacher." "Hello, teacher." Xiaozhi looked left and right without making any eye contact with me. Xiaozhi's father, who is full of white hair, told me about Xiaozhi's bitter history since he went to school. Xiaozhi's father is often called to the school every three days to deal with the aftermath.