This week’s post is a guest blog, reproduced with permission of the writer and his teacher. I was drawn to this writing because it amused me; because it shows the flow we can get into in the creative process; because it shines a light, and opens a small window, into the thoughts of this particular individual with autism. The writer is Matthew, and his teacher insists that I reproduce his script unedited, which I have done (except for replacing specific place names, until advised otherwise, with [. . .]* and removing a few surnames). Matthew’s teacher writes:
Matthew is a 19 year old who has a diagnosis of ASD (profound) and ADHD, with a Vineland mental age of 2:5 (Vineland is a standardised method interpreting functional mental age. 2:5 basically means that he’s functioning at a two year old emotional level but 5 year old academically). Within his diagnosis, it is acknowledged that he has a severe lack of understanding of social communication and imagination. His learning objective was to produce a script for a TV show/movie of his choice. With support from the teaching staff at college, he produced this script incorporating aspects from his everyday life and his fascination with all things chaotic.
Whoops, That Hurt
ROGER AND MATTHEW ARE IN THE CLASSROOM
– Come here please Roger
ROGER TRIPS OVER AND BANGS HIS HEAD ON THE DOOR
– Whoops – Ouch, that hurt
MATTHEW COMES OVER TO HELP AND TRIPS TOO THEN PHONES AN
– Can I have an ambulance at [. . .]* please? My teacher
has banged his head.
YOU CAN HEAR SIRENS
THE AMBULANCE IS DRIVING DOWN THE LANE.
THE AMBULANCE CRASHES INTO A TREE
– Whoops – Ouch, That hurt
THE AMBULANCE CATCHES FIRE
– Help help, my ambulance is on fire. Quick call the
THE AMBULANCE DRIVER PHONES 999 AND ASKS FOR THE FIRE
A FIRE ENGINE IS DRIVING OUT OF [. . .]* AND THE FIREMAN
– I hope the ambulance driver is OK. He’s my friend.
THE FIRE ENGINE STOPS NEXT NOT THE AMBULANCE ON FIRE.
THE FIREMAN LOOKS HEARS A NOISE AND LOOKS UP AND SEES A
– That plane is too low. It’s going to crash
TTHE PLANE CRASHES NEXT TO MATTHEW
– Whoops – Ouch, That Hurt
THE PILLOT JUMPS OUT OF THE PLANE AND RUNS TOWARDS A CAR
THE PILOT AND MATTHEW PUT A BOMB THE CAR AND RUN AWAY
THE CAR BLOWS UP
– Whoops – Ouch, That Hurt haha
FADE OUT TO ROGER LYING ON THE FLOOR IN THE CLASSROOM
– My head hurts… I need to go to hospital.
MATTHEW RUNS BACK TO THE CLASSROOM AND THROWS ANOTHER BOMB
THE BOMB BLOWS UP AND SETS FIRE TO THE CLASSROOM AND SETS
THE FIRE ALARM OFF.
EVERYONE IS OUTSIDE FOR THE FIRE ALARM
DONNA IS SAYING EVERYONE’S NAME TO MAKE SURE THEY ARE SAFE
– William – here
– Dennis – here
– Paul – here
– Matthew -here
– Roger – where’s roger?
– roger is in the blown up classroom. He banged his head
and the ambulance cauht fire.
– Where are the fireman?
– A plane crashed and the fireman are helping them.
– how did the fire start?
– I blew a car up and put a bomb in my classroom. I didn’t
want to do writing
DONNA SHAKES HER FINGER AT MATTHEW WHILE TELLING HIM OFF
– That was very dangerous Matthew. Someone could get hurt.
Lucky it’s only roger.
MATTHEW LAUGHS AND RUNS ONTO THE GRASS AND BUMPS HIS HEAD
ON THE TREE and falls into a puddle.
– Whoops, – ouch that hurt. Roger, come here please.
– Roger can’t help you he’s in the class that you bombed
oh dear. My head hurts
MATTHEW TRIES TO STAND UP BUT IS ALL DIZZY AND BUMPS INTO
STUART. STUART FELLD OVER AND DROPPED HIS TEA
ON HIS FOOT. NATALIE RUNNED OVER TO HELP ANDSLIPPED ON THE
TEA. HER CAR KETS FALL DOWN THE DRAIN.
MATTHEW IS RUNNING THROUGH THE CAR PARK TOWARDS THE LANE
ROGER OPENS THE FRONT DOOR OF THE HOUSE
– I thought you were blowed up
– nearly. Where’s Matthew? I want to tell him off.
MATTHEW STOPS AND LOOKS AT ROGER
– uh oh
– Ill give you uh oh. Can you come here please?
– no moving on form.im runneding away
MATTHEW RUNS OUT OF THE GATE AND DOWN THE LANE
– Natalie can you give me a lift to catch MATTHEW. My head
– yes. Get in my car
– I can’t open the door
NATALIE TRIES TO FIND HER KEYS BUT CAN’T
ROGER SHOUTS AT NATALIE AND PULLS THE HANDLE VERY HARD.
THE HANDLE FELLD OFF AND HITS ROGER IN THE TUMMY.
ROGER FALLS OVER IN A MUD
– Ouch, that hurt. This isn’t a good day.
ROGER CRIES AGAIN
(Playworkings is taking a break next week. Back to blogging on March 29).