Wednesday, 29. January 2014 15:38
A simple thing like breaking into song and dance with my girl, normally creates much angst and aggravation (granted, my Elaine-like moves can be slightly disturbing, but still…). After several attempts, I just quit. A life without music and silliness is depressing. But, worse than that, is upsetting the even keel that keeps Ellie off the edge.
Lately, there has been a shift. A joyous, glorious, beautiful shift. Ellie is starting to enjoy music. Over the last week or so, we have been singing. She hasn’t groaned at the spontaneity or stomped off or screamed at me for not doing something according to her script. We are giggling and lip synching and singing and dancing and having the BEST time. This is HUGE.
As Ellie was brushing her teeth last night, I shared this fun tidbit with Ben. Ellie’s bionic hearing zoned in on our whispering and she ran into the living room demanding to know what we were discussing. I told her we were talking about how much fun I was having singing and dancing with her. Then I broke into “I Believe I Believe I Believe I Believe in Love!” waiting for her to jump in to verify my claim. She glared at me familiarly and shook her head while telling me, “We’re NOT doing that now and that’s NOT how it goes.” Ben said nothing. He didn’t have to. His smug “Autism just ruined your street cred” face said it all.