Tonight is Halloween night. My husband and I took Jade and Adrian out Trick or Treating from 6:15pm to 7:15pm. We walked around our neighborhood instead of going to Ferrysburg like we usually do.
The entire time Adrian repeated the phrase do you think we have enough treats yet? No I don’t think so he’d answer himself. Jade gets quite annoyed with his echolalia. I know that it is his way of coping in situations where he is not completely comfortable. I have to remind Jade of this.
For the most part Adrian does well. He is scared of dogs and we pass at least ten just on the first street. I am fully expecting a meltdown. He does not. We walk around the corner another two big dogs. No melting. We walk up to the house where two women are dressed as witches. One woman makes a comment about how she sees Adrian get on the bus everyday and she wants to give him extra candy. She knows he rides a special bus and I am sure she is aware that he is autistic. Her neighbor and I have had conversations about autism because she has an autistic grandson. He responds to this woman by telling her your a witch. She smiles and says yes I am.
Then we go to a friend of mine’s house. Her little boy has just been diagnosed with Aspergers. He is a sweetheart!! Adrian knows her very well. Adrian keeps repeating sentences because we are on a porch with five other people and he is nervous. The little boy asks me if he is okay and I say yes. Remember how l told you that Adrian has autism? That is part of his autism. He repeats phrases when he is nervous or excited. Adrian tried to ride the little boys scooter. We have a rule that he is never allowed to touch others things without their permission. He says sorry directly to the little boy. I am amazed!! Adrian is ready to go so my husband takes the Jade and Adrian to finish trick or treating and I stay behind to talk for a couple of minutes.
When I catch up Adrian is mesmerized by two pumpkins. One changes color the other makes noises. I ask the person where they purchased them and find out it is not the actual pumpkin it is a little orange box inside the pumpkin that I can get at Walmart. I thank the person and turn to walk away in time to witness Adrian’s first meltdown. There is music coming from a stereo under a sheet. Adrian does not realize where it is coming from and runs away making scared noises. He rarely ever cries. Then daddy shows him where the sound is coming from and he walks over to it and listens. Then walks to the next house.
At the next house both Steve and I are expecting a huge meltdown. There is a person sitting in a rocking chair on the porch. Then there is what looks like a scarecrow in a mask laying on the porch. At first I am not sure if this is a person or not. Adrian crotches down to inspect the “person” and all of a sudden the person yells boo, then lies back down. At first Adrian does not understand and says oh no the person is hurt mom he needs help. Then the person says boo again and Adrian laughs and smiles he asks the person to boo him again six times. By this time I explain that he is autistic and likes repetitiveness. The man in the rocking chair does a creepy voice that he thinks Adrian will like. Adrian does. We had to remove Adrian from that porch. We end up going home after that to check candy and the kids each eat a piece.
Other then the two times he went to doors with Jade and freaked out because no one answered we had no other problems. This was our second year trick or treating after his diagnosis. Last year went okay. This year was awesome!!!
He surprised us at every turn. Then again he does that nearly everyday. The things he goes through are no small feat so if he wants to repeat something then I owe it to him not to go crazy when he does so. We waited what felt like forever just to hear him speak. There is no way I will ever tell him not to be himself he is perfect just the way he is. His costume was a big hit too!! Autism has taught me many things, my son has taught me the most important one… We all need people to see us for who we are and be understanding. I try to be that person every single day not only for my son, but also for others like him who need not to be judged, but for others to try to understand.