Alex was not a happy camper at school last week. Thursday was the worst. In tears when I went to pick him up, and cried all the way home. At home I took his shoes off, and he acted as if I was pulling off his feet. His shoes were hurting him. Too small? Too tight? A toe in the wrong place? I'm not sure, but the boy just needed to tell someone that his shoes were hurting him. His teacher tried changing environment, holding, hugging. Nothing worked. I try and wonder what it would be like if I had a pain, but I could not speak. People in my face hugging me, offering all the wrong things. So unbelievable frustrating, and I don't think that word quite covers it. This is the ugly side of non verbal. An email has been sent and a hurting picture will soon be in his book of communication. It is just simply unfair.