That being said, what more craptacular place to have a meltdown at school, then in the cafeteria? It's loud and noisy, uncomfortably packed, and a smorgasbord of smells.
In my many years of elementary school dining, I have had students who:
* tried to dive into the "shiny place" where lunch trays and silverware go
* tackled the lunch ladies for a plate of hot dogs (the only thing this child ate)
* make loud noises to drown out the unfamiliar noise around them
* lie their heads down on the table and/or shut their eyes to shut out sensory input
* hide under the table with their fingers in their ears
* made a b-line for the door in a screaming panic
My own son flips and flops relentlessly in the cafeteria, gags on "stinky soup" days, and cannot be the "table wiper" due to it's direct correlation to puking in the trash can...
My new found Aspie-mom friend, Christina Allred, just posted a poem on her blog that sums up the whole experience quite well...
Here is an excerpt from "'Holy Crap' -eteria, An Aspie Poem":