Hola amigos del otro lado de la pantalla
Hello friends on the other side of the screen, those I read avidly every week.
I'm waiting to tell you something, the truth is that it's not a big thing but it's important for me to share it.
As I arrived at these spaces, a person who hits a key and deletes everything by accident made me panic.
Without a doubt, for those of us of this age, Facebook was a great space, there I wrote my stories, kept in touch with my schoolmates and even started some games that entertained me a lot.
Every night I showed my children the progress on the farm: Look at the tomatoes I harvest, look at the carrots. And they said but there is nothing in the refrigerator that you harvest there.
In mid-December my youngest son arrives with a proposal, he tells me that there is a place behind this screen where I will be able to write my stories and they will pay me at the same time.
I was incredulous, for me that was crazy. How are they going to pay me for my stories? After a lot of discussion and some explanation, my psychology applies to me: How are you going to say that you don't like it, if you haven't tried it first.
And so I created my Nick and the account, I made a fairly short introduction, because I didn't want it to include a lot of “personal information”.
And now what am I going to write about? I had so much to say I didn't know where to start.
It was there where I told my first experience or contact with an autistic child.
To give you a little context, I had a younger brother with down syndrome and that motivated me to go to Caracas to study psychopedagogy.
While doing my internship some time later, I am assigned a classroom and a new student arrives for observation. My area of expertise is mental retardation. It was the year 1980 and the Rubik's cube was a fashionable toy. A student brought it in his bag, passed it from hand to hand and of course no one managed to organize it correctly. We move on to another activity and then I hear a student: teacher is breaking it.
The student observer was removing the colored stickers from each side of the cube and placing them neatly.
I called the coordinator and told her: this child does not have the slightest bit of mental retardation, nor would I have thought of such a solution. I know he didn't follow the rules but he thought about how to solve the problem.
And indeed the young man with many characteristics of autism such as echolalia (repetition of sounds), body rocking. I had to look for all this in books, cases of autism were hardly known.
He was placed in a classroom with other students with more ability and development. Children with autism were not fashionable.
What impressed me was his ability to find a solution to a problem. And it resulted in an accurate diagnosis, the young man had the ability to do mathematics.
I felt very happy when I shared this story and the best thing was when seven days later the wallet rang.
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