Indianna Jones – liberator from the white slave trade
We endure an existence of high anxiety, a peak in the bell curve as we await the trough that follows. It’s always like that around here, crashing waves before a period of calm.
I’d like to blame those people, but it’s not really their fault. How were they to know? It was a perfectly harmless sign stuck to the back of their car. They didn’t know that he reads everything and particularly favours orange signs. It was innocent enough ‘family sale here,’ and an arrow pointing towards their home. It just came at a bad moment, an anxious moment when he’s more vulnerable to triggers and spin off.
So far the social stories are a failure but it’s a work in progress.
It’s a little embarrassing right now, but my Rhino hide serves me well. It’s only been the last few days.
I go to school to collect them.
My youngest son bursts from the classroom to prostrate himself at my feet, face covered with the palm of his hands to yell at 50 decibels “don’t sell me Mom. Pleazzzz don’t sell me.”
Yes, it’s well and truly stuck, even though the original sign didn’t specify which member of the family would be sold.
I prompt him of course, because it helps him remember. His face is in the dirt and his eyes are covered, but his ears are exposed, so I hum the first few notes like a secret code. I don’t understand the magic, I only know it works. Maybe it’s like the marching songs of soldiers entering battle, energizing? He explodes back onto his feet to a rousing chant, the theme tune from Indianna Jones, his personal salvation. A non lethal weapon from torment. He spins off in a revelry, arms wide, head back to salute his freedom in song. It’s like the Hallelujah Chorus that lifts the spirit and crushes the psychological deamons.
Even little people get to be superheroes sometimes.
Stumble it!
May 31st, 2008 at 11:09 pm
It’s the perfect theme song for a elfish one!
May 31st, 2008 at 11:52 pm
Love that photo of him. No wonder he’s not for sale.
June 1st, 2008 at 3:32 am
How cool is it that Indy is still saving the day! He’s got a much better theme song than Pokemon (with the exception of the Diamond and Pearl theme)!
June 1st, 2008 at 4:38 am
I’m starting to think I’d prefer the meltdowns to the never ending beligerence and mouthies…. I’m soooooo tired of it.
TV’s off already this morning. Sigh!!!
Sheri
June 1st, 2008 at 5:02 am
What is it about the magic of those few notes?? Nik, too, has a song which instantly calms and distracts him from the crisis of the moment. Sure wish I understood it…for now, I’ll just run with it as long as it works! LOL
June 1st, 2008 at 8:02 am
What a beautiful story! Thanks for the smile to start my day.
I don’t know the theme song, but now it’ll mean something to me when I hear it.
June 1st, 2008 at 9:32 am
Xan’s theme song is Star Wars. He often goes into humming it when he’s under the same stress.
June 1st, 2008 at 10:10 am
People really don’t understand just how literal our autistic children are. There is so much we can’t say without it being mis-interpreted by a little ears with a big brain.
CJ xx
June 1st, 2008 at 12:45 pm
i saw on a post the other day about children: “keep away from children, its written all over every bag you buy”. geddit?
June 1st, 2008 at 2:22 pm
what a great shot
June 1st, 2008 at 3:54 pm
What a cute picture. And an awesome theme song!
June 1st, 2008 at 7:58 pm
Hooray for Indiana Jones. And fairy wings.
June 3rd, 2008 at 10:45 pm
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