Two shows done in Margate. And lovely they both were. My love affair with the Tom Thumb Theatre is well documented elsewhere in this blog and on my twitter feed, and I am pleased to say it continues to blossom as ever! To the people I shared a stage with, and to the audiences that came, thank you all. And to the three special people who were due to perform on Friday but couldn't make it due to the weather, we will have our day at the seaside...
The highlight of the two nights was probably meeting other parents of children with special needs in the audience. And knowing they enjoyed the show meant more than anything. When you write something new, you're never really sure how it will go down until you test it out. And when it's a subject as sensitive as disability, it adds an extra doubt that it will cause offence in some way. But bringing up a child with special needs isn't humourless. It has moments of sheer lunacy and absolute joy. And a healthy dose of love too. That's all I ever wanted the show to be about.
I always said 'My Son's Not Rainman' was the story of me and The Boy. And that may well be so. But along the way we have met so many people whose paths we might never have crossed. Other children and adults with special needs, their parents and carers, teachers and professionals. And as the show evolves each time it is performed, each one of those people play their part in shaping the story. In that sense, it's the story of all of us. So thank you Margate, you played a blinder.
Right. Snow angels. Apparently I make quite a big one. Who'd have thought it?
This blog is about bringing up The Boy. He's 12 years old and autistic. It's written by The Dad. It's my words, my view. Other people will think differently and have different opinions. Good.