This is what Alphonse “wrote” when I let him loose on the iPad six days ago. Just these two words, and then he handed it back to me.
I don’t know what he meant by it, but the longer I think about it, the more convinced I am he is trying to tell me something important. This may be a fluke or happenstance, a chance combination of fiddling with the iPad and autocorrect working together, but then again, it may not be. He hasn’t tried to type again, even as I pushed the iPad on him these last few days. This morning, for example, all he wanted to do was to watch short bits of the cartoon “Tangled” on YouTube.
I am knocking my head around, trying to make sense of this. As usual, it makes me feel helpless for not being able to help him express himself. God knows we’ve tried a lot of things, from PECS to augmentative communicative devices (one even lovingly given as a gift by a good friend) to the PC and the iPad.
Still, when an unexpected thing like this happens, it only reaffirms what we believe all along- that inside is a person trying to reach out to us. We can’t ever give up breaking down the walls of silence around him. While the prospects of that may seem dim at times, I still have hopes that someday it might just happen.
Crossing my fingers and knocking on wood.