The van dropped Cameron off about half an hour ago. The driver waited ’til Cameron had entered the house, before gesturing for me to approach more closely.
He said, “I’m getting tired of that kid, Tristan. He waits ’til he gets out of the van, and then yells, ‘See ya later, Chicken’ at Cameron.”
He went on to say, “I have had enough. It’s a good thing I had my seat belt on today, ’cause I was about to jump out and grab that kid.”
I expressed my shock. I didn’t quite know what to say.
He said that he would be talking to the parents of said child, and that if something didn’t change for the better, the kid was off the van. Both Cameron and the driver have been dealing with this all year.
Last time, it was handled by separating the boys, having the two boys who were bothering Cameron write letters of apology to Cameron, and being spoken to by the teacher. Apparently, at least one of the boys has found a way around this.
I thanked the driver for watching out for Cameron, and encouraged him to speak to Tristan’s parents. He nodded in a dismissive way, indicating that the conversation was over, now that he had said his peace.
I was left wondering if my initial concerns about his heart for Autistic children, or lack thereof, were justified. I don’t want to pass judgment, but I want all of the children to be safe, even those who are bothering Cameron.