Here we are again. It is a situation, that to us is a common occurrence. We are in the grocery store, and Avery starts having a meltdown. It could be due to the noise, temperature, smell, or any other sensory combination you could imagine. He is crying, screaming, and throwing himself around. Then I notice it. The disapproving looks of strangers. The look that says "your child is such a brat" or "you are a terrible mother, who can’t control her own child". It breaks my heart. Sure, I would be lying to say I’m not embarrassed, and that I wish there was some magical solution, to ensure Avery would feel comfortable and meltdown free. But what bothers me the most, is how these people are so wrong about him.
Avery is one of the sweetest, most caring, entertaining children you will ever meet. He is very smart, imaginative, and full of energy, AND he has Autism and Sensory Processing Disorder. Now I can’t expect strangers to know this, nor should I care what other people think, but it bugs me that they write him off without a second glance. At first I want to cry, then yell at them about their unfair assessment, and cruel judging ways. Though crying can be very therapeutic, in the end neither crying nor yelling changes anything.
ALSO SEE: Through The Storm, Part 1: Surviving & Accepting The Diagnosis
Whenever I am faced with a less than ideal meltdown situation I try to remember three things.
Through the Storm: Part 5: Strangers in a Foreign Land
A Very Splunky Mom – “Anonymous Mother”