I had just dropped Sam off at the local theater with one of his special needs support groups. They would be watching a movie "with accommodations". These "accommodations" included things like, only dimming the lights (as opposed to shutting them off entirely) and allowing people to talk and walk around throughout the movie.
I had no problem with him seeing the movie. It was a movie Sam had been strongly 'hinting' that he would like to see (Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile), but I was a little concerned about the accommodations.
Sam is a rule follower and he can have a tough time when he thinks others aren't following what the rules are supposed to be - and these accommodations break those typical, well-established rules.
In the days leading up to this, we did a lot of talking (relatively speaking) about how and why these things would be ok at this setting and how this would be more like seeing a movie at school - even though it was at the theater. And, as always, we talked about how, even though I was sure he would have a good time, if there were any problems, how he could get in touch with me and I would be there.
So I dropped Sam off with his group, getting him (and the group leader) "acclimated" before I left - and I headed about a mile away, to the tower, and I watched as the sun rose over the hills and slowly burned away the morning fog.
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I'm happy to say that things went well. When I picked Sam up, he told me, first and foremost, the movie had a happy ending.
Everything else was secondary.
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<3 big hug
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