of real goodbyes and almost real reactions
This week is the last week of Camp Paul. Early this morning, I was explaining to my autistic 1:1 that Friday was the last day and I hope he has a good school year in the fall. I've been by this kid's side every day for six weeks. I've also never had an actual conversation with him because of his verbal disabilities.
"I'm going to miss you, Liam."
"I'm going to miss you."
I knew that he had only said that because he was mimicking my words and not actually forming sentences of his own. But a tiny part of me thought that he may have actually meant it; that we had made some sort of progress over the summer.
I am leaving for Italy in 17 days. I'll be back December 16th.