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| - My family and I, went to a special event Saturday night Aug 26th specifically for families with a child, with autism. A few wonderful incidents occurred and one incident, not so wonderful.
My son, 2 who is on the autism spectrum enjoyed going up and down the stairs, from first floor to the second. In the meantime, of his up and down adventure, he found a balloon by the playhouse area. I attempted to take the balloon and place it back, by playhouse and was going to head towards second floor, for vendor with balloons. An employee, on second floor was empathic about not trying to pry away the balloon in his hand and she replaced the balloon down by the playhouse. Thank you! I appreciate you and your kindness. You made our transition to the third floor, that much easier.
My daughter, was roaming each exhibit with her dad and enjoyed every exhibit the museum had to offer.
My son and I, went from first floor to the third, to escape the up and down repeat cycle, from first to second floor.
The third floor, my son enjoyed the maze room where you drop golf balls and or tennis balls, the ball goes throughout the room. He then, saw the shopping exhibit and was fascinated with pushing the cart, full of groceries. After playing in the exhibit for a bit with his sister, he exited the exhibit while pushing the grocery cart. I stopped my son, with cart and he threw himself on the floor. To which, I looked at one employee and apologized for him taking cart and she shook her head and gestured, it was ok. Thank you, to the employee who saw compassion. I appreciate you.
My son, moved forward with the cart and I followed right by his side to make sure items stayed in cart. Another employee, asked if I'd like our picture taken, attempted to take our picture. I thank you, for your attempt to capture a moment with my son (even if my son wouldn't stand still and or look at the camera). That was very sweet of you to offer, to take our picture.
My son, pushed the cart back to grocery exhibit, where I tried getting my son to leave the cart, again. While he continued to push around the cart, an older woman employee walked up to me requesting that my son, keep the cart in the shopping exhibit with a smile on her face. I gave her a look, smiled while letting her know that I was trying.
I walked up, to my husband and asked him to help with our son, as an employee requested me to keep the cart in exhibit. My husband followed behind my son, to which same employee went and stood right behind my husband. There was no other children and or adult, by this employee. She was standing there, appearing to wait for him to turn around, to say something. When he did not turn around and both, him and my son went into exhibit, she walked to a nearby exhibit.
Since my son, didn't want to leave the cart alone, I prepared for our exit. I gave the exit plan, to my daughter and husband. I let my son know, we were leaving. I picked up my son within a minute or two, he screamed. I assured him, it was ok and we were leaving. He screamed from third to first floor, while kicking in my arms as I held him close and assuring him, it was ok. He calmed down, once we got him in the car.
Thank you, for putting together an event for families with children with special needs. I was hoping, this would be a night full of understanding, understanding that our families do try each and every day. We do understand, our children need to abide by rules and are trying hard to help these children, learn and process information of what they can and can't do. This was a night, we drove from East Valley to spend as a family in support of our son. In the future, please know if such special events are held. If anything, ask how you can help us? I can assure you, each and every day of running errands, appointments and things that are every day tasks, aren't so simple. I count and talk, in my mind all day to help be the calm one, for my son. I understand, he processes information differently and right now, being nonverbal his only way to voice his feelings is throwing himself on the floor, screaming, or running into things. Please understand, every child and or adult, on the spectrum varies with their challenges. A little bit of understanding, goes a long way.
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