Christopher’s idiosyncrasies in the text are- not eating food after it has touched other food, ‘if his senses become overloaded or his brain is confused’ he will curl up in a ball and groan and perhaps for hours at a time, he prefers red, hates brown and yellow, he uses consecutive colours of cars to determine if it were to be a good day or a bad day. When I discussed my idiosyncrasies with my mum she stated- Every live stock truck that drives past I have an overwhelming habit to wave at the animals within in the confinement of the truck (due to my mother once being an office worker at an abattoir), the volume on whatever ever device that has volume always has to be a multiple of 8 but other than those two, I cannot think of anything else. Personally I cannot relate to Christopher’s peculiarities, I can only think of one person and that was Darcy Clay from my primary school who had Aspergus, but I didn’t know him well enough to tell you his idiosyncrasies besides he was very shy.
“He’s only a young boy though?”
“Yeah and in a couple of years he could be a serial killer,” Said Constable Kerr,
“If we don’t start locking up the bad, we will be dubbed as ‘pussys’, Caroline if you want to be the nice cop you can do paperwork. “Okay, sorry for doubting you Kerr.”
Replying quickly, just to avoid any further confrontation.
“Now, go and take the kid’s laces and whatever else he has in his pockets.” “Sir, he has a name it’s Christopher and I don’t believe he is all there, like, he’s special.” “I know he ain’t right in the head that’s why I’m telling you to take his stuff.” Kerr said very narcissistically
I looked at my feet for a second and before I could turn around Kerr said “Oh for fuck sake, I’ll get Hugh to do it, he’s already at the desk.” Before I replied he had already walked away.
Christopher started screaming so I ran to the front desk and asked Hugh what he had done; he did nothing just asked for...