I remember the day they told me he needed a bus harness – a set of straps zipped onto him with anchor rings at the shoulders and waist, that get snapped into clips on a belt strapped to the seat of the bus. He did need it. The bus driver looked like she had been through a tornado – and she was so stressed out. He had taken off his shoes and socks and tried to throw them out the window – he tried to open the emergency door on the freeway, and he loved dancing in the aisle. The bus was such a fun place to stim and explore.
Today, my grown up boy walked to the bus and handed his harness to the bus driver with a smile on his face, then walked to his seat and helped put on the seat belt. I stood in the driveway and tried not to cry.
I guess that’s the hardest part of this – not getting to share the good moments with anyone. Sure, I can write about them and tell you about them – but I still try to turn around and tell someone – Hey – My boy doesn’t need a bus harness anymore!! You kinda have to be there to get it.
So many BIG steps forward in just a few weeks.