("Well what are you going to do about it now?")
what if i don’t make friends in college haha ahah haahahah
what if though
how do you even make friends, i don’t remember
early intervention early intervention early intervention your child’s quality of life can go up infinitely if you just pay attention to them and get them into programs with people who are hired and trained to work with them instead of just hoping any signs of autism, etc. will just go away once your kids get to school
they won’t just go away.
your child will be in an environment surrounded by people who don’t understand or know how to meet his/her needs and things will only get worse
early intervention early intervention early intervention is something that you owe to your children. there’s nothing wrong with your child!!!!! nothing wrong!!!!! every child has needs, some kids just have different needs than others!!!!! and every child deserves a shot at living a wholesome life by having those needs met!!!!!
these little 7-11 year old boys put on a performance of (an edited) Giants in the Sky at the camp i work at and there were like twelve of them and they all had these fairytale costumes on like there was a Pinocchio and the three little pigs and jesus fucking christ it was the cutest thing i’ve ever seen in my entire life and ugh they did so good they were SO GOOD
and i met the mother of one of my campers and i told her how amazing her sons are and she was just like “yup i know! they’re awesome, but that’s still always great to hear!” and i told that camper about it later and he was like “yeah my mom’s awesome” and jdsfl;ajkla;
and i’ve been working with so many boys that age and i want sons so badly they’re so perfect
been working 16 hour days at this theater camp and i do tech stuff so i can honestly say that this is the hardest i’ve ever worked and the tiredest i’ve ever been for like the most subpar payoff (i only like the kids???? i’m getting paid like 4 dollars an hour???? there’s hypocrisy everywhere in the staff????)
i had a dream last night that the dimmer pack that we plug our lights into stopped working/went missing so the entire tech staff was like “fuck it” and just stabbed all six of the plugs into my body (like my neck and my abdomen and whatever) and like i, bleeding on the floor, somehow powered these lights but i couldn’t move because then the audience would see me so they had to hide me underneath a seating platform
LITERALLY THE MOST ACCURATE SUMMARY OF ALL OF MY FEELINGS REGARDING TECHNICAL THEATER