This morning I dropped L off for her first day of summer camp. As Pinky Pie would say (yes, I am quoting My Little Pony) she was very nervouscited - nervous and excited at the same time.
Overall the drop went well. I stayed for about five minutes - much longer then any other parent. Most just dropped and ran. L gave me the thumbs up to leave, and I left, even though I know she truly did not mean it.
When I told her counselor that she had a phone in her backpack to text me if she gets scared, I was met with the policy that they were not allowed to use them. To which I responded, she is autistic, this is what we have set up to help her, so let her use it.
I see three possibilities for how summer will go.
The camp will traumatize her, she will refuse to step foot back in it.
She will absolutely love it, and will beg me to go and get mad at me when I pick her up.
She will like it, but not quite fit for her. She will have some behaviors, but will not outright refuse to go. This is how her afterschool went last year. While this is how I ultimately see things going, it still does not turn out well.
J and S do not start camp until next week. They are hanging at Grandma's house. They are both teenagers, or near enough, and it will be an interesting summer trying to find the balance between their independence, and what level of responsibility they are capable of. At least they will have a supervised setting in which to work on that this summer.
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