Do Ya Do Ya Do Ya Wanna Dance?

Was that really Noah in the midst of a crowd of disabled peers this evening, dancing in the commons area of his high school? It didn't seem possible. After all, the space was crowded AND noisy, two no-nos in my autistic son's world. But maybe this is part of some larger transformation; maybe this is Noah practicing being social because he wants to be. All I know is, my husband and I were chatting for a few minutes with a school aide, and when we turned to look around for him, there was our son, the redheaded beanpole, right in the mix of things, with a big smile on his face. Amazing to see. Freeze the image in my brain, and beat a hasty retreat. Parents were not invited to stay. And rightly so. This was a night for the teens to party. Disabled or not, anyone can wanna dance.