Today was one of those really hard days as a parent of a “special needs” child...
Ducati really wants to snowboard.
In the fall he started longboarding and the rest of the family already snowboards. It’s the favorite of his older 9 year old sister who started when she was 2. So, naturally he wants to do what the rest of the family loves.
But because of his sensory issues, nonverbal status and overall autistic quirks... it’s hard.
Today we went and he was totally stoked.
But the socks were not his preferred type, these were too tight and too long. Then he was too excited and got snow in his shoe, making his socks wet and extra uncomfortable. The lodge was crowded, loud and overwhelming. Then the boots were too tight. The snowpants were bunching up too much.
It was a battle.
Every single teeny tiny aspect of snowboarding seemed to go against his sensory comfort zone. Every step was a struggle that became a meltdown. Which then exhausted him, embarrassed him and made him more upset.
At every step, once he calmed down, we would ask if he wanted to go home. Every time he said no. He still wanted to snowboard.
It took over 3.5 hours, but he did it.
He got the boots on, the helmet, the goggles, the gloves, and the snowboard. He made it up the magic carpet with his sister and dad. He did a single run.
Yes, one run.
Because a glove fell off,
His helmet slipped,
The goggles got twisted,
And he was so exhausted from overcoming all his meltdowns from the day.
But he did it.
We all did it.
We all survived and we will keep trying, but on another day.
And hopefully with less tears in the future.
Overall, I am just so proud of him. It was a long day and he accomplished his goal.