Mr. Harry

*one of the students, a girl, raises her hand* "is he...... autistic?"

*i would notice you looking around, and i would stop wiping for a moment. i would look at you, and notice your pupils are dilated. i would sigh, knowing that you were having a sensory overload and would try to calm you down.* "shhhhhh, it's okay, buddy. you're safe. i'm here, i'm not going to let anything happen to you."

*fidgets with the strings on my pants*

*i would notice that you were fidgeting, so i would try to distract you. i would hold your hands, and would begin to sing a little song.* "you're my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray, you'll never know dear how much i love you, so please don't take my sunshine away."