We got to the mall and got a terrific spot right in front of the door. Owen danced down the aisle of Lord & Taylor. We were second on line for Santa and Owen did pretty well–he didn’t smile but he sat and looked at the camera. We went to the Food Court for McDonalds and he fell apart. Owen hasn’t eaten at the Food Court in a mall since he was stroller bound. I guess it was too much for his senses. He didn’t run away, just gripped my hand for dear life. We left, much to Cameron and Gracie’s disappointment, food in hand. We passed Santa and entered Lord & Taylor to leave. I guess he saw the escalator. I would have willingly rode the escalator. I think they are fun too but he was on the floor. He kicked the glass in the jewelry department. Thankfully nothing broke and no one even passed a glance. However, in the fancy dress department some older woman was staring. I mean really staring. I had food in my hands, so Owen’s teacher was trying to handle it. I said to the woman, "It’s not polite to stare. He has autism."
Honestly, it’s not like me to drop the A-bomb. But this lady was so freaking annoying. I kind of felt bad saying something but I am getting a little tired of the stares and looks. Because Owen "looks" normal people don’t understand. His noises that he makes…I swear, you have to know. Anyway, when he quieted down and walked nicely, we rode the escalator and went to the car. As we neared home, he started to cry. My heart broke.
Now what. How do I make the mall a reinforcing experience for Owen? Does it really matter? If McDonald’s isn’t reinforcing enough–what is? KB Toys? His teacher and I brainstormed…he doesn’t do those rides for change…The pet store! We are going next week.
4 scarves done (although 2 need blocking). 2, possibly, another to be done. Kevin and I are going to a Christmas party at a coworkers in the city tomorrow. And spending the night! Woohoo! Knitting on the train.