If you get too close to sweet, little 6th grader, Jenny (who is on the autism spectrum), you will likely find your personal space invaded, as she eagerly seeks out sensory stimulation and will take it any way she can get it. My co-worker, Mrs. K, in fact, once found her breasts caressed (only once, mind you), because Jenny wanted to touch the front of her fuzzy sweater. This morning, I had to laugh when I saw Mrs. K forced to give up most of her computer chair, as Jenny nudged her over, snuggling up and resting her head on her shoulder as she helped with a computer issue.
This afternoon, it was apparently my turn. As I leaned over to guide Jenny in a writing assignment, she reached over, with both of her hands, to gently knead my bare, upper arm.
"Jenny," I admonished. "That is my arm, not yours."
"But it's sooooo juuuiicy!" she protested. "Like a nice big steak!"
5.5 school days left of having no excuse for not working out....