A photo a day for autism acceptance in April
This is it! This is my boys’s ribbon. It’s his comfort, his entertainment, his security, his happiness are all wrapped up in this raggedy little piece of ribbon.
No, another ribbon won’t do. Transitions to a new ribbon is a difficult, heart wrenching loss. It happens. I’ve got a back up ribbon, cut from the same reel. But it’s not the same as this one.
If he wakes in the night and can’t find his ribbon in the dark, he is inconsolable. If he wakes in the early morning and can’t find his ribbon, guess who has to drag their sorry selves out of their lovely comfortable bed, to get down on the floor to search for the ribbon? Until it is found!
He goes back to school tomorrow. It will be great to get back into our routine. When he arrives at school the first thing he does is to go to the office where they have a small box, just for his ribbon. He puts his ribbon in the box and it stays there till the end of day. He collects it just before he jumps on the bus to come home.
That’s fine for now. He has many mountains to climb, we will climb the ribbon mountain another day. Till then, we keep a close eye on this ribbon.