Harley has been invited to a birthday party for one of the gorgeous little girls in his class. (And she really is gorgeous….and so is her mum).
So…that’s awesome right?
Well…yeah it is, I’m pleased that my son has been included, and the family is absolutely lovely, but there’s a really good reason for my concern.
This is a 70’s disco party…you know, the ones with the disco ball, the flashing lights, the loud pumping music and the tonne of kids dancing and grooving to the beat.
Are all the sirens going off in anyone else’s head as well?
Harley is very excited. Well as excited as he can be without fully knowing what to expect.
He loves *Sienna and really really wants to go. He helped me pick her present, he chose her favourite colour and he keep telling me over and over again that he just knows that she is going to LOVE it!
I’ve yet to explain to him that this party may very easily send him into a full blown sensory meltdown. I’ve packed some ear plugs, and his iPod, he is wearing a fiddle toy around his neck as a 70’s inspired medallion so the only thing left for me to do is sit him down and explain just.what.to.expect.
But I so don’t wanna!
All I really want to do is wrap him up and snuggle on the sofa with him watching movies so I can protect him from what lies out there .
Ugh…..it’s times like this that I hate autism and SPD.