Shhhhh! Hands Down!
As I strolled along the exhibit halls, admiring the impressive art collection of Thomas Gilcrease , the silence, that is prevalent in museums, was broken several times due to my son's scripting . One would think that a museum wouldn't be a ideal choice of parent to a child on the spectrum, but I feel that he deserves the same intellectual stimulation as the next person. We've visited several museums over the years, but it was today that I learned a very big lesson. After several "Shhhhhhh"s and "hands down", my husband decided to get him to read the labels associated with each art piece. I noticed that his behavior was immediately calmer. The scripting was gone as was the flailing. Additionally, he was also actively engaged while viewing a short documentary about the "birth of the western film". Something I didn't think would interest him in the least. I learn something new every day... thank goodness! Thanks to the Americans with Disab...