August 15, 2011
Noah spent four weeks at a OT/social skills camp this summer, and then we set him loose for two weeks at the YMCA's swim camp. It was our first crack at mainstream program in over three years. It ended on Friday.
He received a certificate for "Honesty." Which as far as I can gather he earned mostly because 1) everybody got one, and 2) whenever he got in trouble, it never occurred to him to lie about it.
But he did it. He made it through all 10 days of camp. We signed one incident report for hitting and one for towel-whacking, and by the time the kicking happened...well, his counselor went easy on him and skipped the written report, which spared him from getting kicked out on the third-to-last day. We explained and reminded and begged him each morning to keep his hands to himself, to use words instead, come on, dude, you know this. We had to remind him to respond when other campers said hello, we had to provide the teenaged CITs with strategies to help him transition without tantrums or play competitive games without rigid frustration, and we had to face the hard fact that none of this is easy for him. Still. Not yet.
But he did it. He learned to swim underwater. He went down a waterslide. He swam in the deep end. He gained a pound of strong, solid muscle. He hung upside down from the monkey bars. He lost his first tooth at the lunch table. He learned that sticking both your fingers in your nose at the same time is HILARIOUS.
I'm really proud of him, you guys.