so I took my son (who has Autism) to St. Louis for a few days to visit his paternal grandparents and (hopefully) his dad. I was a little nervous, since he doesn’t travel well by plane. At least, he hasn’t in the past. This time wasn’t so bad. I built him up for weeks, getting him excited about going on an airplane. He was excited. Telling him it was time for airplane got him out of bed and dressed at 3am the day we departed. He was calm and enjoyed the trip out there. He didn’t wanna get on the plane on the way home, I had to force him. But once he got on the plane he was fine. It was refreshing. However, he has issues with elevators and escalators and I don’t revel in carrying everything up and down stairs. Maybe we should try the train next time. It would take longer, but he might enjoy it more. Or just plain driving. I dunno. As ok as he was on the plane and flying… The aftermath was a bit… I dunno… Out of sorts. Flying, there’s no time to adjust to time zones, to altitudes, to the change in scenery. It’s almost like “I got in a vehicle…and now I’m here… But where’s here?” at least driving or with a train there’s time in there to adjust and understand that home isn’t down the road.
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