We got a new couch today.
A beautiful brown leather sectional that replaced a 10 year old, stained, dog hair covered couch that I was happy to see go.
It’s a couch. People get new ones all the time.
I didn’t realize, however, just how big of a deal that something like a new couch could be to someone with autism.
In all of my planning of where to put it, new pillows and rearranging end tables, it didn’t occur to me to prepare my daughter for the upcoming change to her environment.
I know she’ll get used to it, but I hope I remember this and don’t make this mistake again.