This was originally posted elsewhere on October 6, 2012 but I wanted to include it in the blog
Great day with my little man!
One little incident in Walmart where I thought we were going to have a meltdown over a bag of candy. Eli wanted two, I said he had to pick one. Things began to escalate.
The two college kids behind me in line were watching every exchange intently as I talked him down, talked him down, talked him down until he finally, unhappily, stalked over to put one back and then st
omp away, arms folded, glaring.
I never apologize but always feel the need to explain my child. After all, it's my job to prepare the world for him, and I must educate the world as to what they are what they are about to receive.
So I looked at the young man and woman and said, "He's not spoiled...he's autistic ...and these things are very hard for him."
The young woman said, "Awwww!" with a smile and suddenly we weren't being judged anymore, we were being accepted with compassion, and understood. One more person a little more aware than when she woke up this a.m.
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