Anika Haridas Period 5-6
A different tomorrow: Temple Grandin “She’s my daughter!” I yelled at Jack. “I’m not going to disown her!” I and Jack were, yet again, having another one of our daily fights about Temple. Temple wasn’t the average two year old that would hug me every day or say ‘I love you’. But I loved her. She was my daughter. Temple was always a handful. Since the day she was born, she would color on the walls and pee on the floors. She is now two years old and I’ve never heard her attempt to speak. She’d only mutter out random words like “ice” or “mine” or “no, but that was only when she was upset. Jack …show more content…
Miller took us in right away, oblivious to what was happening to my daughter because he hadn’t known what was making her so upset. “I have some questions for you, Temple.” said the nice lady. Temple didn’t say anything, but she instantly stopped crying. “Let me look into your eyes.” Temple didn’t make any eye contact. “Do you have any hobbies, Temple?” no response. Than the doctor turned to me with a serious, but calm look. “Does she have any friends that she interacts with?” she said. “No, not that I know of.” I said as a response. “How does that relate to what's happening?” I asked, a little bit confused. “Has your daughter ever had a conversation with you, or your husband?” she asked again ignoring my earlier question. “Umm, no?” I said hesitantly knowing it was an embarrassing thing to say to a doctor. “What does this have to do with anything that’s going on? She finally answered by saying, “Your daughter doesn’t speak, doesn't have any friends, and can’t look someone straight in the eye. I think I detect the problem in hand.” she said slowly word for word. “Your daughter” she paused, “has …show more content…
By the look of her face you could tell she had been crying. “I need to talk to you, it’s about Temple.” She said while sniffling. I was worried. Was I right? Was my daughter ill? “What is it?” I say trying to sound concerned, “what's wrong with Temple?” “I took her to the hospital today.” she said as slow as possible, like she was withholding the truth. “Dr. Miller ran some test, Temple has Autism.” she said slowly, then started sobbing. I knew it. I had to be sincere for Susan but I couldn’t help but rub it in her face that I was right. “You should’ve listened to me, because I was right.” I said calmly trying so hard not to smile. “Are you joking?!” she shouted. “I just found out that my daughter has Autism and you can’t stand to be wholehearted! Unbelievable.” she sighed and said the unexpected, “just leave, and don’t come back. Pack your bags and leave”, she said. “Fine! I wouldn’t want to live in this house if it were the end of the world! Have fun on your own!” I yelled while walking out the door. “Oh I will, bye! “She said angrily. Ten minutes later, I was
A different tomorrow: Temple Grandin “She’s my daughter!” I yelled at Jack. “I’m not going to disown her!” I and Jack were, yet again, having another one of our daily fights about Temple. Temple wasn’t the average two year old that would hug me every day or say ‘I love you’. But I loved her. She was my daughter. Temple was always a handful. Since the day she was born, she would color on the walls and pee on the floors. She is now two years old and I’ve never heard her attempt to speak. She’d only mutter out random words like “ice” or “mine” or “no, but that was only when she was upset. Jack …show more content…
Miller took us in right away, oblivious to what was happening to my daughter because he hadn’t known what was making her so upset. “I have some questions for you, Temple.” said the nice lady. Temple didn’t say anything, but she instantly stopped crying. “Let me look into your eyes.” Temple didn’t make any eye contact. “Do you have any hobbies, Temple?” no response. Than the doctor turned to me with a serious, but calm look. “Does she have any friends that she interacts with?” she said. “No, not that I know of.” I said as a response. “How does that relate to what's happening?” I asked, a little bit confused. “Has your daughter ever had a conversation with you, or your husband?” she asked again ignoring my earlier question. “Umm, no?” I said hesitantly knowing it was an embarrassing thing to say to a doctor. “What does this have to do with anything that’s going on? She finally answered by saying, “Your daughter doesn’t speak, doesn't have any friends, and can’t look someone straight in the eye. I think I detect the problem in hand.” she said slowly word for word. “Your daughter” she paused, “has …show more content…
By the look of her face you could tell she had been crying. “I need to talk to you, it’s about Temple.” She said while sniffling. I was worried. Was I right? Was my daughter ill? “What is it?” I say trying to sound concerned, “what's wrong with Temple?” “I took her to the hospital today.” she said as slow as possible, like she was withholding the truth. “Dr. Miller ran some test, Temple has Autism.” she said slowly, then started sobbing. I knew it. I had to be sincere for Susan but I couldn’t help but rub it in her face that I was right. “You should’ve listened to me, because I was right.” I said calmly trying so hard not to smile. “Are you joking?!” she shouted. “I just found out that my daughter has Autism and you can’t stand to be wholehearted! Unbelievable.” she sighed and said the unexpected, “just leave, and don’t come back. Pack your bags and leave”, she said. “Fine! I wouldn’t want to live in this house if it were the end of the world! Have fun on your own!” I yelled while walking out the door. “Oh I will, bye! “She said angrily. Ten minutes later, I was