To anyone who is saying this is a lot of fuss about nothing, imagine you go into work, and there's been a policy change overnight, you've got to change all of your procedures, and you've got a new boss. You can't quite get it right, and your boss and colleagues criticise you.
Frustrating, right?
Ok, you finish your day at work, you go home, you go to sleep, you wake up the next day, and you can't talk.
You go to work again, and they've changed the policy and procedure again, but nobody has told you. You've just got to grips with the change from yesterday, you're half way through your work and then someone starts telling you you're doing it wrong. You want to ask clarifying questions, but you can't get the words out. The thoughts are there in your head, you just want to make sure you've got it right, but you can't understand what you're doing wrong.
Perhaps someone nudges you out of the way, to show you how it's done, but they've just taken away your autonomy, or even worse, someone grabs your hand and makes you do what they would do, but you don't want them to touch you. You can't tell them you don't like that because the words aren't wording.
It would upset you, right?
Maybe the only time you can get your words out is when you're frustrated, maybe you can get some words out but really slowly, or maybe the words you can say don't make sense to a lot of people, and they just keep telling you the things you're doing are wrong.
That's this little boys life. Constant unspoken rules and policy changes, and communication needs that are either implicitly or explicitly seen as inconvenience.
Yes, today it's a glue stick, tomorrow it could be something else, but it could also be the glue stick again. There's no harm in sending him with his own glue sticks to preserve some sense of autonomy. He will always have challenges, but a bit of understanding from the people who oversee his care Monday-Friday 6 hours a day wouldn't go amiss.