Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Ghosts, Goblins and Autists
Now, let's go back and add in all the little details so you can know what Halloween is like for an Autistic family. We start at the beginning of September, because that is when I start warning my daughter that Halloween will be coming the following month. Each day I ask her, "do you want to dress up in a costume?" and "who would you like to be this year for Halloween?" The answer is always this, "I just want to be me, my name is Ashi." Typically, I can talk her into dressing up, but last year, she would not be persuaded until the day before Halloween. By that time, the only costume left in her size was Cinderella. I assured her that since Eeyore had 'ammonia', he would love for her to be Cinderella. She reluctantly agreed.
So, naturally the Cinderella costume turned out to be itchy, scratchy material, (it was satin) so we put clothes on underneath. We didn't wear the 'glass' slippers. She doesn't 'get' walking in shoes that don't have straps. Then there's the debate about the hair and makeup. Oh Bats! Would we ever make it out?
See, this holiday has no purpose for her. And this is why I don't like Halloween anymore. The 'big' kids don't bend the rules enough. Ashli-Meghan loves who she is and doesn't want to pretend to be anyone else. She doesn't want to ring your door just to bum candy off you. What she really wants is to talk to you. She likes to tell each neighbor about dinosaurs, bugs, lizards and snakes. She likes to talk about their life cycles and how they communicate with one another. She likes to share odd facts and ask questions she knows the bewildered neighbor cannot answer. She doesn't ask because she wants to hear the answer, she asks because she wants to tell you the answer. She can go on and on and on.
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