J and I spread autism awareness at the fair yesterday for a few hours. He really enjoyed it! Enjoyed the high ceiling barns, the ceiling lights in the barns, the huge industrials fans and the intercoms when the voices from above came through them (lol). Wish I would have gotten a video of his reaction to this, it was hilarious! He could have cared less about the bunnies, pigs, cows, sheep and chickens that were all around us. Best of all, I didn’t care that he didn’t care because we were having a good time. He sat backwards for the longest time on a bench so he could face the pig barn. He flapped, he giggled, he pointed at all the things he was interested in and enjoying. I was able to pull him away from it when we met up with Grandma and had a traditional fair lunch of cheeseburgers, tenderloins, fried pickles and lemonade with a side of a Minions movie just to get J to sit and eat. This was short lived as J wanted back to the pig barn as quickly as was possible. So off we went. We made our way into the middle of the pig barn which he was happy to be up close and personal with all the things he was interested in. Grandma got J to finally pet a pig and we could have pet a bunny but J was too far gone about getting back to his designated bench to realize a bunny was near.
We enjoyed 3 hours out at the fair and said our good-bye’s to Grandma but when it was time to actually leave that is when autism leaked all over smack dab in the middle of the fair. This was just unacceptable to J, who of course wanted to stay in the pig barn. Nothing I could do was working to get him to leave with me. So thankful for an old friend that was near and knew I needed help from my mom. I’m thankful that my mom was there and could come to help. I had to carry my whining, fighting, kicking, biting, 62 lb. child halfway to mom’s car which was closer than ours so she could then take us to our car. Once J was in the car he was night and day, completely calm again. Ready for the new adventure.
I know I was getting looks, stares and probably a few “kind words” from all the spectators watching this show. I was mortified for a few seconds after we got to the car, close to a cry-fest myself. I was able to pull myself together because it is what it is and it was over. This is why though J and I don’t/can’t go out to public places just us two without additional support in place. If this behavior happens I can’t handle it completely by myself. It’s sad. I want him to experience so much and yet staying at home is our only option most of the time when it’s just me and J. Overall, I’m glad our trip to the fair was fun and only marred by a few minutes of extreme unpleasantness. We’ll try again next year (with dad in tow though).