OK, a day at school.
Start of day...endure the torture of shower water, soap perfume, perfumey sprays, toothbrush taste, chaos of house.
Next, try to get to school on a bus that's noisy, smelly, jostlingly full of people, no sense of balance so I'm clinging on for dear life whilst trying to avoid eye contact from the many people (since eye contact hurts like hell, and no, I can't explain why - it's to do with the way our brains are wired directly up to the "ooo, person looking at me - are they scary?!" bit that everyone has, and because we can't find the info on who they are and what the expression on their face actually means).
Off the bus. Oh no, fellow pupils. Which ones are they? Desperately trying to remember if they're the ones who ignore me, call me rude names, or use violence against me. Hopefully it's the ones that ignore me. I don't have the skills to be able to talk to people in a socially acceptable way - I either mistime it, or can't follow the conversations fast enough, or say the wrong thing because I can't see the body language or hear their tone of voice or see their facial expressions.
Into school. Timetable...phew. I know what I'm doing with a timetable. But...this is a new classroom. Heck, double heck. No, make that a treble heck. A new classroom? Anything could happen. Anything could be in there!
In I go, ...jostling, noise...the smell of the paint, the carpet, the new equipment. So much visual information to take in - my brain is reeling from the new environment, its colours, shapes, patterns. So much noise from people around me, from the air conditioning, from the computers or equipment. Deafening. The teacher is talking to me but there's so much going on that I don't hear them. They shout. People stare...oh no, eye contact...it hurts.
Serious panic is now setting in. I need to find a way to turn the 'volume' of all of this down, to find enough time and space to balance all of this, but I can't. I'm in the classroom and I have to be able to cope with this. I try to focus on something, anything. I can feel myself starting to rock as a way to get some familiarity back into the situation, and now people are laughing at me . I want to hide under something, anything to get away from it. If I had a duvet here, I'd wrap myself in it. I pull my coat around me, tightly. I run for the door, accidentally bumping into a pupil who claims I did it deliberately and 'he's going to get me later'. The teacher is shouting even louder, deafeningly loud...and now people are running after me. They catch me and restrain me and the pain from it is like nothing on this earth. I am just SO scared. I curl up in a ball and wonder why people do stuff like this to me every day. Can't they see it hurts? Can't they see how scared we are by all of this?
Well, that's what it's like if people don't adapt the environment for us and give us a bit of warning and a bit of space and a 'buddy system' to make sure we're safe.
Except I never had the ability to get up and run away - that's more of a boy thing. I'd just 'shut down', staying in a state of absolute quiet silent panic until the end of the day, perhaps escaping into the library for some blissful silence and data-finding. Or into the garden for a quiet few moments of peace.
What helps any teacher is to know that we often sense everything at WAY more 'volume' than anyone else does, that we find balancing harder than most people, that we can't 'see' people or work out what to say fast enough, that we don't know who you are straight away so have to 'buy time' by improvising with phrases until our brains go get the info on you (takes ages). And that we need peace, quiet, our 'data time', or else we overload very fast.
In our own environment, we can often do fantastic things. In a big, noisy school environment, it's like a fish being taken out of its tank and left on the side, gasping for air for hours.
So...set up good communication with the pupil. Find out how they experience the world. Let them see a new classroom first. Get their attention first before talking to them.
Don't shout - it's deafening, not constructive. If we're unfocussed and stimming (rocking, flapping or similar), get us to somewhere quiet and let us just 'be' for a short time if you can. And educate our fellow pupils on this stuff so we are not living in absolute social hell for 5-7 years, please. If there can be a safe place for us to be at breaks and lunch, let us be there...please.