This woman brought her autistic eight-year-old daughter to see Godspell - you should really read the whole thing, it’s incredibly, incredibly touching and honestly changed my whole opinion of the production. This moment, in particular, made me tear up a little bit:
And then there was Hunter.
My voice cracked with barely held tears as I tried to tell him how incredible his performance as Jesus had been and to explain to him why it all mattered so much to us. He squatted down to Brooke. He asked her old she is. “I’m eight,” she said, “How old are you?” He laughed and told her he was very old at twenty-four. I refrained from hitting him cause he was, ya know, being really nice and talking to my kid. He asked her for a hug. He may have been Jesus, but she has her limits. “A pinky one!” she said.
And so they did.
Somewhere in the middle of all of this, Hunter, still squatting down to Brooke, looked at me. “My mom is an OT,” he said. “Most of the kids she works with have autism. I totally get it.”