Anonymous wrote:My DS is twelve, and people have been nice, when he is well behaved, but I don't remember one singlet time that anyone went of their way for us when he was in full meltdown.
I remember a lot of people staring, moving away from us, looking at me like I had two heads, and trying to guide us out of their store or restaurant, but not one person was ever particularly kind.
I'm not a negative person--I wanted to post a positive experience like OP, and I can't think of one. DS has had a few nice teachers through the years. His kindergarten teacher and his fourth grade teacher were nice and seemed interested in helping him.
Anonymous wrote:My DS is twelve, and people have been nice, when he is well behaved, but I don't remember one singlet time that anyone went of their way for us when he was in full meltdown.
I remember a lot of people staring, moving away from us, looking at me like I had two heads, and trying to guide us out of their store or restaurant, but not one person was ever particularly kind.
I'm not a negative person--I wanted to post a positive experience like OP, and I can't think of one. DS has had a few nice teachers through the years. His kindergarten teacher and his fourth grade teacher were nice and seemed interested in helping him.
Anonymous wrote:So I was inspired to post this by a story about a twitter thread. I often come here when my child is in crisis (often driven by their school) and get a lot of excellent advice. I am trying to spend more time remembering the positive events too.
But I have also received many moments of grace and kindness from strangers that made my day better. So I will share a couple- please feel free to add your own.
One evening soon after my 3yo son received his ASD/ ADHD diagnosis his 5yo sister begged to go to the mall as a treat to get some Annie’s pretzels. Her brother’s crises had driven so much and she had been so patient that I agreed. I figured we would drop by Tyson’s quickly after school and didn’t bother to take a stroller or any of my usual gear since it would be such a quick trip. We were doing really well, when my son walked right into one of the glass display windows. It startled him, but worst of all it gave him a bloody nose which he had never had- and it was a gusher. So of course this triggers a meltdown and I am wearing a white shirt and I have 1 tissue. Nobody stopped to help, pretty much everyone was scurrying away and I can’t blame them we were a screaming biohazard. So I send my daughter to the pretzel stand across the way to ask for some napkins.
Instead of doing that- DD approaches a family and asks for their help. The mom is in a full burka and clearly didn’t speak English, but she understood the request and came right over to assist. She pulled baby wipes and tissues out of her bag and handed them to me silently and didn’t crowd my son. She then directed her husband to get a cup of water and more napkins so I could clean up a little bit since we’d run out of wipes. She even wiped the blood off of my face that I couldn’t see. The father and son stood by my daughter and made faces to entertain her while we stopped the bleeding. I was crying as I thanked her and she just smiled and walked away. Later I asked my daughter why she approached that lady- and she said she had nice eyes.
In an act of persistent kindness for my dyslexic daughter, her music teacher made sure every year that she had a solo or speaking part in the school show. So she always had something she could be proud of when she was struggling with her academics. I will never forget that either.