Joseph Trance

Name (Part I)

     The marking pencil slipped from his hand, his eyes snapped open, and he whirled to face me.  His wide eyed look could only mean one thing.  I reached for the PA mike in front of me.

His hundred and ninety pounds rocked from left to right,  his white fishing cap slid across his head, forming waves in his soft brown hair.  A slight smile graced his lips.  He looked so peaceful.  I stood behind the desk that separated us, and could have watched him for hours, but I coughed and the peace was broken.

Easy, Ben, I said trying to keep my voice steady as I eyed his six foot- four frame.  Too late.  His  massive right hand became a fist, and before I could blink he started to pummel his face like a punching bag.  I flipped the switch on the mike and yelled, 

Graph Room!  Code Blue!

   They came running and almost knocked me down as they bolted into room, four strapping therapy aides, Barbara and Lynn and Tim.  They pushed past me and surrounded Ben.  We stood in silence for a minute and waited.  Ben scanned us.  Barbara, another Level III , came up behind me.

    Yes or no?  I hesitated, looking at him.  Then,

    Yes.  Now!

      Like choreographed dancers, we moved in to take him to the floor.  Ben backed up as he stared at us.  But then he did something completely out of character, he laughed.   It started out as a heh..heh.. grew into a ha..ha..ha.. and then into a belly roar.   He laughed so hard his face turned bright red and he doubled over.

 What the?  We stood and watched him.    

  Now..thats interesting.  Tim said.  Write it up, Samuels, Without facing him, I answered,

    Yes.  I will.  For sure.    I kept my eyes on Benny.   I knew Tim wouldnt be insulted, like some other suits would be if you didnt look at them.    He had been the centers senior psychologist for five years;  he  didnt get insulted.   Big feet shuffled away from me as he left.   To my left, behind me,

    You, okay, Rick? 

    Fine Lynn, butwow.,  I half-whispered.

I felt the director move up behind me.  And then with child-like innocence, she said,

   It keeps the job interesting, doesnt it?

                                                                                                                                                   

 

 

Mmmm..yeah.  It does.  I said, smiling.

Later, she said, and then she was gone.  Benny had stopped laughing and he was back to rocking mode.  It was over..for now.  I turned to the staff that remained.

     Thats it, people.  No take downs today.  Butthanks for coming.    The four therapy aides backed out of the room slowly, still keeping their eyes on Ben.

      Rick?  I turned to face Barbara.

     I dont know, Barb, I shook my head.  Its definitely new, damn if I can figure it out.  I shook my head slowly.  You dont have to stay.  Ill be fineI can walk him back to

       Puzzle, Ben cut in.  I turned to face him.  He stared at me, a look Id never seen before. 

      What, Ben?

      Puzzle, he said again.  I glanced at Barb, who shrugged her shoulders.

      I dont have any puzzles, here, guy.   He smiled and still looking at me, bent down, stretched his body like in a game of twister.  His eyes never left mine as his big hand zeroed in and rested on the marking pencil.

     Puzzle, he said again.   He picked up the red pencil and rolled it between his fingers.

    Ill take that, I said, eyeing the sharp point.  He started to hand it to me, but pulled back, turned away and began to run towards the behavior graph wall.

     Hey!  I snapped.  I reached out and caught him by his big belt buckle, before he reached the wall.

    You dont grab things from people, Benny.  I snatched it out of his hand.

    Puzzle, he said again.  He snatched the pencil back, but then immediately shoved it into my hand.

Then it clicked.  Oh, a trade in,  He smiled and began flapping his hands.  I turned back to Barbara.

     Hes been earning puzzles for tracing his name.  He trades in the pencil for the puzzle when hes done.  But Barb wasnt listening.  She had that look.  She was staring at the wall where I posted my clients behavior graphs.  I was so distracted watching her, I didnt see Ben come up behind me.  He grabbed the pencil from my hand and ran to the graphs. 

      Benny!  But it was too late.  He ran to the graphs and began to mark one up with the pencil.  I was just about to shove him away when I realized it he was marking his graph.  His graph.

To insure consumer confidentiality, the graphs werent labeled by name.  And even if they had been, Ben couldnt read.  To an outside observer, my graph wall was an abstract painting.  Each individual behavior was color coded.  Self-stimulatory behaviors such as rocking and hand-flapping, and finger-flicking, were indicated by orange, yellow and blue lines.  Red was reserved for self-injurious biting, scratching or head-banging.

     I had a caseload of fifteen consumers, and collectively they had the range of stereotypical of behaviors associated with autism.  All those behaviors were color-coded on my wall.  It took a sophisticated data based program to find patterns.  There was no way to distinguish one graph from another.  But Benny had zeroed in on his.  Silently I watched as he retraced the red lines of his graph.  He would trace, stop, close his eyes and rub the pencil between his fingers.   That wasfamiliar.

     Rick..?  Her voice made me jump.  Id forgotten she was there.  I slowly turned to face her.

   Yeah, Barb?  What?  But she couldnt answer me.  Her eyes had gone glassy wide, her face had lost some color and there were beads of sweat on her forehead.  I moved quickly and got a chair and gently helped her sit.

    You, okay?  She was still looking past me, staring at Ben as he traced the graph lines.  I knew that look.  She was there in body but her mind was gone.  It was occupied with a problem concerning one of her people, as she liked to call the consumers.  It was a look Id grown to respect.  She slowly moved her gaze from Benny to me.  Her eyes locked onto mine.

     Ive got a tape.    You should see it.  Please.  Barb never said please.  She was always about business.  Direct and curt, but she was one of the most caring people Id ever met.

   Sure.  I nodded towards Ben.  Just let me get him back to where he belongs.  Ill meet you in multi-media.  I studied her face a moment.  Need help?

    NothanksIll befine.  She rose slowly from the chair, took a breath, and steadied herself.  She looked past me and stared at Benny once more before she left.  Whatever it was, it wouldnt let go.

(to be continued)

  

 

 

 

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