Highest Rank #61 in Fanfiction! Juliette McGill finds the perfect position as a nanny for a young boy with special needs. Only when she arrives at the family's home in British Columbia, she discovers that the boy is not quite what she expected and t...
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Imagine this shy look on Harry's face when it comes to the "talk" with Juliette later in the chapter. I hope you love this one! :D
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I continued working on the Vineland Scales with Harry every day, in addition to systematically teaching him math and reading to make sure we didn't accidentally gloss over any crucial bit of information or some foundational area. But we breezed through a lot of what was to be taught, which furthermore proved to me that Harry was very capable of learning and may not have a disability at all; at least not one that affects learning.
I covered the areas of domestic safety, personal care and interpersonal interactions. Again, that last one was a bit hard to judge as I'd only witnessed his interactions with Theodore and myself. Kitchen safety was a little iffy since Harry virtually destroyed the mixer but I chalked that up to to his lack of experience. I decided to make it a priority to teach him personal safety and household safety. Otherwise, he scored highly on almost every single item.
After I had completed those scales, I sat back and sighed.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked. Intuitiveness. Another skill that Harry possessed, one that was rather mature. I'd have to remember that if it came up in the Scales.
"Nothing," I fibbed. In truth, I was overwhelmed with the fact that Harry honestly had no glaring behavioral issues or deficits that I would expect a disabled kid to have with the exception of a few tics, twitches and some stuttering, which seemed to be brought on by stress rather than a consistent occurrence. What I also found overwhelming to me was Harry's lack of knowledge about how the world works. I wanted to teach him everything all at once - science, world history, government and social studies, classic literature, music history and appreciation, art and its significance. He was almost a blank slate and it was daunting to think that I had the opportunity, and the enormous responsibility, to help him to form not only his knowledge and understanding of things, but also his thoughts and opinions.
When we got to writing, it was clear that Harry had been taught the basics and that he knew his ABC's. He knew how to write his name, spell basic words, and string together a simple sentence, but his skill was not much more developed than that. I was happy to work with him on that, in addition to his other subjects.
But as my second month moved along, I began to get a little stir crazy. I wanted to ask Theodore for a few days off, but I was legitimately concerned for Harry's well-being if I left. I also wanted to be able to take Harry out somewhere to give him the chance to experience the outside world. I tossed a few ideas around in my head and then I finally decided just to come right out and ask.
Late one morning, after Harry and I had done some school work, I requested permission to see Theodore in his office and he agreed. I began by saying, "I thought you'd like to know that Harry is showing remarkable progress with his schoolwork, and he has been nothing but an angel for me. I haven't had to discipline him once. So I was wondering if I could give him a reward."
