Anyway, there are a few things going on around me. For one, I'm participating in the annual Christmas concert at my church, along with a Trans-Siberian Orchestra tribute organized by the middle school band director. I enjoy the concerts, I know. But they're most definitely not sensory friendly. Church means the chimes in the choir loft, and the tribute concert is a full rock setup. Yet I love both.
Next comes the matter of yesterday's play in Providence, Rhode Island. My sister brought me to A Christmas Carol at Trinity Rep, the state theater. This was the special performance, specifically done in an attempt to be sensory-friendly. Regular patrons were specifically asked not go attend, just so that more kids could come. And come they did. Everyone cheered and clapped, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't' the only one blocking my ears at the louder parts. Every person in the place had different sensory needs. The trouble is, meeting everyone's varied needs is impossible.
Seeing a live show shouldn't be an experience only for the average person. I've only been to four live shows in my life that count as overwhelming, but that's because I am unable to prepare. Mind you, DVDs are nowhere near as special. Having a video of your favorite band or play isn't the same. Especially if, like me, your processing is so fast, you end up watching frame by frame. Putting it together takes too much energy. Sometimes it hurts.
Maybe someday, there will be truly sensory friendly material available for communities to enjoy. Maybe.
But my attic is just different.
But my life is through my eyes.
But I'll never be an object,
A thing to hide with lies.
P.S. This is my favorite verse. I think I'll give you one more week to figure out the reason why I wrote this, and my basis for it. Then I'll give it away.
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