An editor at Entertainment Weekly shares a brief story about taking his children, one of whom has an ASD, to the movies. (I think a lot of us can relate to this - although my son really likes the movies, he always insists that we leave before the credits roll. For some unfathomable reason, he cannot stand to see that slow crawl of names.):
"Sue and I figure that now's as good a time as any to try a movie, and Cars is supposed to be pretty good. (Also, Finding Nemo is Sophie's favorite movie — actually, the only movie she'll watch the whole way through, repeating her favorite lines over and over — so maybe Pixar is our lucky charm.)
We shuffled into the theater a little early, thinking that walking into a pitch-black room might be too sudden a shock for the kids. We grabbed four seats in the last row, prepared to dash if it wasn't going well. No popcorn: didn't feel like Heimlich-ing my kids for the first time in a movie theater.
We were set, ready to go. The movie started...and Sophie couldn't have cared less. A few minutes in and she hopped off her chair, climbed onto Sue's lap, and sort of retreated into her own world. And she wasn't quiet about it either, snatches of dialogue from her favorite TV shows coming fast and furious.
She wasn't ready for the movies, as we sort of expected. But, to our surprise, Luc was..."
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