It kind of freaked me out.
I went to lunch with my son on a field trip to a Japanese restaurant. I was really looking forward to it. You know, it was one of those "shows" where they make a big to-do about the slicing and dicing and cooking.
I sat next to the teachers' aid. She mentioned that she was curious to watch how another ASD child was going to react to the flames. I watched him too. He hid. My son stood back by the wall, but . . . the technically-diagnosed child hid under table.
The look on his face pushed me back to the first time I saw a planetarium show when I screamed bloody murder. I have no idea why. But the music -- from the movie 2001 -- still sends me into internalized hysterics.
It was all so weird. I just needed to get it out. Back to your regularly scheduled programming. . . .
18 Dec 2009, 9:23 am
