We haven’t always been able to travel by air. In
the early years of Riley World, vacations were spent in the mini van driving
for hours on end…prior to built-in video screens…with only read/sing-along
cassette tapes blasting through the speakers. If I never hear Hakuna Matata or
Circle of Life again I’ll be okay with that.
Travelling by air has been a process and continues
to be a process. Different/changing security measures mean no routine. No
routine means the unknown. The unknown means anxiety/stress for me…I…I…I mean
Riley.
Now remember how I said I was able to schedule 3 flights (all under 3 hrs) with 2 layovers
between 2 and 2-1/2 hours and it worked out great going down to Fort Lauderdale? Sadly the same
options were not available for the trip home. Oh and to top it off....the nasty bug that had gone through both my sister's and my family had caught up with me on the last day of our cruise. I felt like I had been hit by a Mack truck. :(
Our trip home went something like this:
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Disembarkation time was 9am.
·
Wait (30 min) for shuttle to Miami airport (1 hr
drive).
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Arrive at airport 3 hours prior to departure.
·
Heading through Security was when the fun
began. We have the taking off your shoes part; putting things in the bin part; and walking through the sensor part down pat now. The walk-in screener is ummmm
still a work in progress. We both forgot about his sunglasses so R needed
further “processing”.
Note: TSO – Transportation Security Officer
Note: TSO – Transportation Security Officer
TSO: May I see your glasses please?
R: *Leans into the TSO and looks into his glasses*
TSO: *confused
look*
Me: Riley
can you give the man your sunglasses.
R: *grumbling takes them off his head and hands
them to the TSO* HERE.
TSO: Thank you.
Me: He
has autism.
TSO: *nods
and turns to me* I’m just going to
have to touch his ankle.
Me: OK.
TSO: *bends down to pat down his ankle*
R: HEY! YOU’RE
TOUCHING ME! STOP TOUCHING ME!!
TSO: You’re
fine to go.
·
Pretty sure our gate was in a previously ‘set for
demolition but temporarily reopened’ terminal. Only redeeming factor was the
Pizza Hut Express for Riley.
·
Our ~3-1/2 hr flight to Chicago was delayed by 30
minutes. We only had a 65 minute layover in Chicago.
·
We had hoped to get a bite to eat in Chicago before our next 4 hr 40 min flight. We
were all hungry. By the time we landed we had to go directly to our gate to board. We had to go by restaurants
and a great looking food court. We had to settle for the Inflight Menu. *sob*
·
We were the last to board and then waited at the
gate for 40 minutes waiting to be de-iced. AUGH! We spent an additional 15
minutes on the tarmac.
·
At about the 3 hr
mark R started to become unglued. First it was because I had changed my watch
back to our time zone. “Your watch is wrong!” Then he realized it was after
8:30 therefore it was time to change into his PJ’s. “Where are my PJ’s?”
Finally almost in tears “I just want to go home.” *sigh* Me too buddy...me too. He thankfully nodded off until just before we
landed.
·
By the time we landed R was done. I was done. We
were all done. We were at 14+ hrs since we had left Florida. In Riley World
5-10 minutes of waiting can seem like an eternity. Here’s a little snippet as
we waited to get off the plane.
R: There’s lots of people. *totally annoyed*
Me: Yes. We need to wait patiently.
R: Like at Christmas.
Me: Yes, like at Christmas.
R: Peeeeeeeople!
At this point 2 of the 3
people in the row ahead of us took a sideways glance at us. J2 later told me
that an elderly couple 2 rows in front of us looked back and scowled. After 15+
years in Riley World, I have become better at focusing on Riley and ignoring “the
lookers”.
Me: *I say
nothing and place my hand on R’s knee.*
R: I’m going to PUSH THE PEOPLE!! *arms
outstretched; tenses face and grunts as if pushing*
Me: We have to wait our turn.
R: TAKE TUURR-UURRNS!!!!
And then…R started
scripting scenes from Caillou (the bane of my existence). I was beginning to crack and remember thinking
“LET'S GO PEOPLE!! HE COULD BLOW AT ANY MINUTE NOW!” I can not remember much else. I was delirious
from popping flu/cold medications.
·
One final layover before our last flight home. On a
prop plane no less. While waiting to board I remembered I had yet to pull out
my “secret weapon”. What was I thinking?? Why had I not given this to him on
the almost 5 hour flight??? Clearly…I
was not thinking…ummmm cold
medications…haaalloooo. I pulled out a copy of R’s newest obsession the Sleepy
Kitten board book from Despicable Me and with that…a sense of calm came over
Riley World. He had something to focus on and managed the 75 min flight home without a yelp, screech or grunt...that I was aware of. I was ummmm pretty much passed out for most of the flight.
As we landed at our final destination 17+ hours
later, R was all smiles and said in a most relieved voice “We're home. Are we home? It’s good to be home
again.” Yes Riley…it is good to be
home.
Did you know there is a TSA Cares Help Line for
Travelers with Disabilities and Medical Conditions? There is. Be sure to check it out before you travel.
"HEY! YOU’RE TOUCHING ME! STOP TOUCHING ME!!" Bwahahahaha! That's when TSA realized *nobody was convincing R to carry *anything onto that plane. ;) And with 17 hours of travel while you're not at the top of your game?! They're just lucky he DIDN'T push the people! ;) Our best travels include spending two hours on the Tarmac, an unplanned overnight in the airport, and that period of time K decided seatbelts were evil. Fun times. Sooooo... when's your next trip??! :P
ReplyDeleteI know. It was pretty funny. I've found that as soon as I mention he as autism they are usually pretty good and understanding. Usually. ;)
DeleteOuuuuu...seatbelts are evil. That must've been ummmm fun. NOT! My sister's family had an unplanned overnighter on the way down. I can't image how that would go over. Hopefully we never have to experience that. Yikes.
It usually takes me at least 2-3 years to recover from a long, multi-plane trip. The one plane, 2 hr flight trips are more our speed. :D
This makes me think of my boys who are definitely not ready to fly yet (and I am definitely not ready to fly with them). I was actually on a plane two weeks ago, and the whole time I kept thinking, "Oh, Big C would not like this, or oh, Big C would have a meltdown about this." I knew this because I get overstimulated too, especially in situations you've described.
ReplyDeleteBtw, I love how you write in script form to describe the scene. It's an awesome technique!
~Mommy Catharsis
Awwww shucks. Thanks Mommy C!
DeleteThe first time R flew he was under 2 so it was "manageable"....other than the fact that he was on my lap the entire time (back in the days when he didn't need his own seat). As he got older there was no way I was going to attempt flying again. Too much going on as you are well aware. I think R was about 8 or 9 before we tried it again. Thankfully that was before all the heightened security stuff so not as much to deal with and gave him a chance to get used to the process. Your guys are still little. You'll know when the time is right to give it a try. :)
You know I feel ya Riley... I often hate crowded places or having to sit still for too long also. I've been tempted to yell "peeeooople" too. In fact, I am sure I scream it in my head.
ReplyDeleteSounds like overall he did so well though!! And there certainly is no place like home! :)
Right??? Maybe I should follow Riley's lead and scream "peeeoooople" out loud too then maybe I wouldn't be so stressed. Hahaha!
DeleteHe did do very well indeed. 17+ hours is waaaaaay too long! One of the reasons we don't travel east very often. :(