"He dropped something, but it's all ok now," I said in a jaunty voice while helping a red-faced, angry Nikko out of his straps.
What would you have done?
I didn't say anything to those kids because I think I would have looked like I was whining, too. I didn't have my rote speech ready on how he has a hard time communicating, but he's a nice boy and a good kid like everybody else. I didn't lecture the bus on how not to be mean because I felt like no one would have listened. And now, in hindsight, I'm mad that I didn't say anything.
I hate all those little shits right now.
ETA - We are leaving tomorrow for a wedding in San Francisco and so I won't see any of those kids until Tuesday next week. I can't wait to get the hell out of here, and take Nikko somewhere fun.
(Copied & pasted from an autism forum where I posted this, just so I could remember how I felt.)