From Not Always Right: Something Cute Is Drawing Near
I have just started working at a big box retail and grocery store. A woman and her young son come in. I’m useless with children’s ages, but he can’t be older than ten. As soon as he sees me, his eyes go wide and he rushes up to me.
Boy: “Oh! You’re new! Can I draw you?”
Me: “Uh…”
Mother: Catching up to her son “Sorry. My son is autistic, and he’s usually useless with faces, but for some reason, he has a photographic memory of everyone who works here. He hasn’t seen you before, so—”
Me: “Yeah, I’m new.”
Mother: “Haha, yeah. I figured, based on his reaction.”
Boy: “Can I draw you?”
Me: “Draw me?”
Mother: “He likes to draw people. We’ve recently got around to explaining to him that it’s polite to ask permission first and that if they say no, he has to accept their decision.”
Me: “I mean… I guess? I need to work, though, so I can’t like, pose or anything.”
Mother: “Oh! No need. He’s seen you now; he can draw you from memory.”
Me: “For real?”
Mother: Laughs “Yes, for real!”
Me: “Well, then… sure!”
The boy smiles, and they both go on their way. I go back about my work, and I almost forget the interaction entirely until I notice something on the wall in the employee break room I haven’t noticed before.
A cork pinboard is full — and I mean FULL — of pencil-drawn portraits of dozens of employees of the store. They are amazing likenesses of my coworkers, at least the ones I recognize, and while I don’t think they’d fetch much in a gallery, they still indicate a very strong artistic talent.
My manager notices me staring at the wall.
Manager: “Ah, yes, these were all drawn by Victor.”
Me: “Is he an autistic boy, maybe ten or so? Comes in with his mother?”
From Not Always Right: Something Cute Is Drawing Near
I have just started working at a big box retail and grocery store. A woman and her young son come in. I’m useless with children’s ages, but he can’t be older than ten. As soon as he sees me, his eyes go wide and he rushes up to me.
Boy: “Oh! You’re new! Can I draw you?”
Me: “Uh…”
Mother: Catching up to her son “Sorry. My son is autistic, and he’s usually useless with faces, but for some reason, he has a photographic memory of everyone who works here. He hasn’t seen you before, so—”
Me: “Yeah, I’m new.”
Mother: “Haha, yeah. I figured, based on his reaction.”
Boy: “Can I draw you?”
Me: “Draw me?”
Mother: “He likes to draw people. We’ve recently got around to explaining to him that it’s polite to ask permission first and that if they say no, he has to accept their decision.”
Me: “I mean… I guess? I need to work, though, so I can’t like, pose or anything.”
Mother: “Oh! No need. He’s seen you now; he can draw you from memory.”
Me: “For real?”
Mother: Laughs “Yes, for real!”
Me: “Well, then… sure!”
The boy smiles, and they both go on their way. I go back about my work, and I almost forget the interaction entirely until I notice something on the wall in the employee break room I haven’t noticed before.
A cork pinboard is full — and I mean FULL — of pencil-drawn portraits of dozens of employees of the store. They are amazing likenesses of my coworkers, at least the ones I recognize, and while I don’t think they’d fetch much in a gallery, they still indicate a very strong artistic talent.
My manager notices me staring at the wall.
Manager: “Ah, yes, these were all drawn by Victor.”
Me: “Is he an autistic boy, maybe ten or so? Comes in with his mother?”
Manager: “You’ve met him?”
Me: “He asked if he could draw me this morning.”
Manager: “Did you say yes?”
Me: “I did!”
(Contd)