Autism Halloween Costumes

Well our 4H group had their Halloween party. My son with Asperger's wanted to dress up but not wear a mask or face paint. He also didn't want to look scary or silly. He didn't want to wear vampire teeth or go as a ghost. Since I was running out of ideas I concentrated on the other two who were going. My wife and Autistic son were not going due to his aprehension to people in masks and my wife's apprehension about parties outside in the cold and rain.

Our youngest wanted to go as a mummy. We went the cheap and easy route with this one. 4 rolls of toilet paper and some scotch tape and bam! we had a costume. Our Aspy son did not want to go as a mummy (too easy).

My daughter who was Nancy Drew at another party wanted to go as a Zombie this time. A half hour of face painting and we had a costume. Remember no face paint for the Aspy son (again too easy)

Finally out of desperation I had the idea to dress of our Aspy son as hillbilly. A pair of my bib overalls and flannel shirt. We stuffed a pillow in the belly area wrapped it with an ace bandage to hold in place. We also stuck a pillow in the but region to add some back fat. I blacked out a tooth and dirtied up his face with just a touch of black face paint. Voila! instant fat hillbilly or as he said "that's hillwilliam to you good sir" (too much Simpsons).

Before we got to the party our youngest son's toilet paper started to rip and come off. I guess cheap and easy don't always work the best. During the course of the party there was a game of clothespin tag. The toilet paper was no match for a young boy and a yard of damp grass. At least he got to tee pee his first yard on Halloween. When the game was done half his costume was strewn across the lawn and blowing into bushes and trees. It was like someone blew up the outhouse. As the party continued I was able to track his movements by following the paper trail.

My Aspy son's costume was not fairing too well either. The blacked out tooth had become more reminiscent of tobacco juice stains all down his chin and all over his teeth. the pillow that had started out as a pot belly had worked it's way up to become a huge chest and the back pillow bunched up to give him a huge butt. He was transforming into a Rosanne Barr only with less tobacco stains.

The only costume that fared well was our Zombie daughter. Next year Zombies all around!