Sunday, April 25, 2010

How To Train Your Dragon

I'm so happy and relieved to be raising an autistic child in the year of our Lord 2010, when everyone is raising their typical children to act like total raving lunatics. I can't imagine having an autistic child in the 1950's when children were to be seen and not heard. I am the biggest fan of our generation's child-centered/attachment/TCS (Take Children Seriously) parenting that you will ever find, because these philosophies result in children that make my child look like she's the valedictorian of a charm school in comparison.

Yesterday we went to see the new Disney movie, Oceans. The movie was full of kids that looked to be about 6-8 years old, who proceeded to run around the theater throughout the entire movie: stampeding down the aisles, changing seats, running in and out from the concessions, talking loudly, yelling to each other, etc. I was surprised because it's not a movie that is solely for kids in the same way that these ubiquitous 3D cartoons are. And indeed there were some childless adults in the theater who I'm surprised didn't walk out and/or stick their foot in the aisle to see one of them go flying.

I can't imagine that the Sensory-Friendly movies that I blogged about earlier are any more raucous than this movie was, thus proving my point that special needs parents needn't feel restricted to those showings. Audrey's biggest offense is commenting at the screen during the quieter moments of the movie. Really, if we restricted ourselves to Tyler Perry movies, she wouldn't seem out of place at all. Yesterday, she provided such illuminating commentary as "There's lots of Nemo fish" and "He's swimming", that I'd like to think clarified the complicated plot line for our fellow movie-goers.