I don’t like them any more.
I used to love snow. Did I get old? Did I get boring? Or did I just see snow from a different perspective?
Snow for many wheelchair users just means being stuck at home. Or really cold hands, despite the best gloves!
Lots of wet mess, which just keeps going long after you think you have cleaned it all! The ramped access was well salted, so we could at least get outside, but coming back indoors was messy.
Even after clearing up the snowy piles, and then the puddles of water, the floors dried to show the salt crystals, which then needed to be cleaned.
And the reality of our time outside was that it actually wasn’t that much fun. It was cold and my son feels things in quite extreme ways, compared to some of us. He didn’t like it, he wasn’t really happy and wanted to come it pretty quickly. Autism, sensory processing difficulties and having quite poor circulation make it all quite an intense experience.
I did get a few smiley photos but they don’t really reflect the reality.
I keep seeing happy posts on social media of families having fun and “making memories”. And I felt bad for letting my son come inside and console himself by watching You Tube videos and zoning out of real life.
But that is what he needed to do.
It is really hard to see your child so anxious and upset at something which other children see as an amazing joy.
And that might be the real reason for my misery at snow.
Mess can be cleaned. But a hurting heart just keeps hurting.