We try to keep much of our life predictable, within clear boundaries, so that Poss knows what is coming next. We have schedules and we have social stories. We talk about things a lot and draw out anything that might be a bit more complex. It helps it stick, helps her to remember.
But it is always the things we can’t prepare for, the small things that we don’t think about, that cause the biggest issues. They themselves usually aren’t significant, it’s more that they are the straw that breaks the camels back, so to speak. The final things that pushes her over the edge.
She has held it together well over the past three weeks settling back into school, even though the first two weeks were without her class room aide. She coped with the cross country carnival at school, even though we all forgot it was on, so no preparations were made. She even coped with me not being there.
But on Wednesday afternoon, when I was on a Skype call, she lost it. And of course, it was over something there was no way we could have predicted.
Max the bunny learned how to stomp. A bit like Thumper out of Bambi. He thumped his little feet on the floor and she lost her mind.
She was convinced he was dying and started screaming and crying, jumping up on the couch. Which made him stomp again. Which made her cry and scream more.
If it was anyone else’s life, I probably would have laughed at the ridiculousness of it. How could we have prepared her for that? Who loses it over a bunny stomping?