04/13/2026
At RISE we are very aware of Autism and to celebrate April, I am going to share a few stories about our students, to help others increase their Autism awareness.
First, my friend Matt:
Matt is now 22 years old and I have been his teacher for over 10 years. When I moved from Phoenix to Cottonwood to work for the school district, Matt was away in New Mexico, where he had been sent to a residential facility (what some may call an institution). He had already been kicked out of another facility in Florida. The school district and family had agreed after years of struggle, that at the age of nine, Matt was inconsolable and out of control. He was flown out of state by a private jet, because they felt he was so extreme. After a few years of a lack of progress and continuous struggle, Matt returned home to Cottonwood per his father, and I was given the opportunity to meet and work with him. He was nonvocal (did not speak), attempted some sign language (often prompted by his grandmother), and screamed and cried most of the time. He seemed absolutely uncomfortable in his body and out of control in his thinking, with continuous and intense OCD patterns he was trying to complete. By intense, I mean INTENSE: banging his head as hard as he can, punching himself in the nose until it bled profusely, destroying property, taking his f***s, urine, vomit and putting it anywhere/everywhere. When I met him, I thought, what a beautiful young man; twelve years old with big brown eyes that had so much pain behind them; tan skin that had so many bruises and cuts and scars. He was so unbelievably unpredictable with his behavior; he could destroy a classroom, a doctor's office, a grocery store aisle, in a moment's time.
Matt has attended my private school for the last nine years. Initially, I was the only staff able to work with him, but now I have about 10 educators who can be his partner for the school day and he is also able to work with various therapists.
The first year of school together, Matt was rarely able to sit in the classroom. He was not able to communicate his wants, needs or engage in the learning. He was upset, escalated a majority of the time, destroying various parts of the campus repeatedly, hurting himself, hurting teachers and peers. I took him to the river at least once a week and we would walk miles in the Verde River, and he would cry, sometimes be silent, sometimes seem happy. We went on long hikes, long walks each day and when he screamed and cried and I was not able to help him communicate a concrete reason (physical pain or emotional pain, something from this moment or something from the past), I would tell him "You are safe, you are loved. Be right here, right now, because you are safe." Nine years later, Matt has come a long way, but I wish I could say he is independent; I wish I could say that he no longer has extreme behaviors, that he does not need a 1:1 support all day, everyday. But he is not independent throughout the day and he does occasionally have some very extreme and intense behaviors. He does smile often, he participates everyday and I believe he feels loved. We are working on becoming a qualified vendor through the Department of Developmental Disabilities, an agency called RISE Supported Living, so I can offer a day program and group homes for adults with disabilities. That way, Matt and I can grow old together :)