Dear ,
You had a bad day. I reached out and grabbed at you and you reacted poorly. You had a bad day. You grabbed my shirt aggressively and spoke to me in a mean voice. Today I woke up and my mom changed my diaper and feed me breakfast and got me dressed. She said nice hands Charley when I was hitting myself in the head. She says that a lot because I hit a lot. I can’t talk and it’s really hard for me to not be able to ask for what I need. My mom did my hair and brushed my teeth. She carried me to the van and put me in my wheelchair. I scream and hit all the way to school. My mom doesn’t know why. I have a hard time at drop off and I had mean hands with my mom even though I love her so much. She kisses me goodbye and trust the adults in my classroom to keep me safe. At the end of school my aide tells my mom how I had a difficult time having nice hands with myself. My aide has a scratch from me and I pulled her hair several times. I know it’s not nice but I don’t do it to be hurtful. I can’t tell anyone how I have 4 new teeth coming in or how my right hip (the one I am about to have surgery on) hurts from arthritis. I can’t express how limited my vision is or how all the noise and hand over hand exercises are sensory overload for me. I can’t say hey guys I’m frustrated because know understands what I need right now. So I sit in my chair and I use my hands in the only ways I can but you had a bad day.
Charley
You had a bad day. I reached out and grabbed at you and you reacted poorly. You had a bad day. You grabbed my shirt aggressively and spoke to me in a mean voice. Today I woke up and my mom changed my diaper and feed me breakfast and got me dressed. She said nice hands Charley when I was hitting myself in the head. She says that a lot because I hit a lot. I can’t talk and it’s really hard for me to not be able to ask for what I need. My mom did my hair and brushed my teeth. She carried me to the van and put me in my wheelchair. I scream and hit all the way to school. My mom doesn’t know why. I have a hard time at drop off and I had mean hands with my mom even though I love her so much. She kisses me goodbye and trust the adults in my classroom to keep me safe. At the end of school my aide tells my mom how I had a difficult time having nice hands with myself. My aide has a scratch from me and I pulled her hair several times. I know it’s not nice but I don’t do it to be hurtful. I can’t tell anyone how I have 4 new teeth coming in or how my right hip (the one I am about to have surgery on) hurts from arthritis. I can’t express how limited my vision is or how all the noise and hand over hand exercises are sensory overload for me. I can’t say hey guys I’m frustrated because know understands what I need right now. So I sit in my chair and I use my hands in the only ways I can but you had a bad day.
Charley