I don’t love holidays.

It’s not that I don’t love my family – I do very much.

But holidays are usually days when I have to interact with more people than normal – people who I don’t know very well.

People who don’t “get” me.

Thanksgiving Day started out okay, except for the fact that, for some unknown reason, I wasn’t allowed to play video games much.

Something about family and being thankful.

I’m very thankful for video games.

They help my mind stay busy and keep me entertained.

I’m really good at video games and feel a lot of pride in being able to beat levels.

I don’t get upset when I lose because I enjoy facing the challenge of solving a problem to beat the level.

I know that there’s no point in arguing with my parents though, at least not today.

Oh well, at least I’m allowed to watch tv.

Somehow, this is more “socially acceptable.”

We had to drive a long way.

I wasn’t allowed to play video games in the car, so it was a really boring ride.

I fell asleep, which helped to pass the time, but napping is bad because it usually means that I will have trouble falling asleep later on.

I had a snack, as it was almost lunchtime.

I’m not sure why on holidays we eat at different times than the regular times.

This is not a very good idea, as when I don’t eat at regular intervals throughout the day, my blood sugar drops and I get very upset.

Did I mention that I had to wear my socks ALL DAY?

They really itch!!

And our dog was slobbering on me the whole way in the car – gross!

When we got to my Grammie’s house, I had to work hard to remember what I practice in speech and in social skills about how to be interested in who I was talking to.

The tv was on, which was great, but it made concentrating on the people talking to people a bit more difficult.

My mom kept pestering me to stop laying down on the couch.

I don’t understand why I couldn’t lay down on Thanksgiving.

Holidays have a lot of rules that are not that fun.

Can you believe we never ate lunch?

I had another snack, but that’s not the same.

By the time we all sat down to eat dinner, I felt agitated.

It did not help at all that I was told that turkey was on my plate.


I hate turkey!

Why are we eating turkey?

I didn’t like much of the other food either.

The potatoes were okay, but then my mom tried to give me more – seriously?

I often just eat bread at holiday meals.

Why doesn’t anyone serve what I like to eat?

It was good that my mom let me chill out in one of the bedrooms with a tv after dinner.

But then my brother came in and took the remote from me.

I called for my mom and he called me a tattle-tale.

I don’t know why I get in trouble for telling when someone else is doing something wrong.

That doesn’t make sense.

And then it was time to go.

I didn’t get to watch all of “The Incredibles,” but I don’t get upset like I did when I was younger when things I’m doing get interrupted.

It used to be so hard to stop what I was doing, what I was enjoying, without any warning.

Then came more saying good bye and “eye contact” with relatives.

Finally, it was back in the car.

This time our dog slept.

I understand that holidays are important.

I understand that my family is important.

I love my family.

It’s just that on a day like today, I have to work so much harder to act “expectedly.”

It takes a lot out of me.

I hope that everyone knows that I held it together as much as possible because I love them.

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