He sat at his desk not moving. All his other friends were getting their backpacks ready and moving towards the classroom door.
The teacher asked him to get up and go to his next class.
He continued to sit there, but now had his head down on his desk.
The teacher asked him again and now she tapped lightly on his shoulder, “Charlie come on let’s go to class. We don’t want to be late.”
He then started grunting, keeping his head down on the desk.
An administrator was called and much later was able to get Charlie moving (begrudgingly) and he was able to get to class.
Charlie was 13 at the time.
The administrator asked me later, “Was he doing this because of his autism or because he’s just 13 and has hormones?”
I remember feeling defensive inside thinking, “Why would you ask me that question?”
