Nigel Vs. Grocery Store

Nigel recently accompanied me to a large, busy grocery store, a smorgasbord of sensory issue hell. In recent years, I haven’t thought about it much – we just go and do our thing. We come home, Nigel helps bring in the bags from the car, I unpack. Seeing us now, one would never guess that, years ago, going to the grocery store with my son was not such an easy task. In fact, it was a nightmare.

He was about a month old when I first took him to the grocery store with me. “Wow,” I thought as he slept on my chest. “He’s loving this.” Within eighteen months, that was not the case. The baby who slept on my chest became the toddler who screamed and writhed on the floor. After a few of those incidents, I decided to leave him home with his dad when I went grocery shopping. Of course, that was not always possible. Once I had to run out for a few essentials and had Aidan on my hip and Nigel pulling on my arm. Nigel was about three years old. The sounds and the lights tortured him. I quickly grabbed the few things I needed and went up to the check stand, thankful that there was only one person ahead of us. Suddenly, someone in the customer service booth right next to us turned on an electric coffee grinder. Nigel began shrieking and sobbing and trying to bolt. It was horrible. Of course, Aidan joined in. Somehow I managed to keep Nigel from running away. Shaking, with both kids still crying, I paid for our items, and we emotionally limped back to the car.

I did not take him in any more stores for several years after that. His dad and I were divorced, but for a while he still lived in our area, and he would have the boys two nights a week, so I did grocery shopping then. When Nigel was seven, his dad moved 700 miles away, but fortunately I had a boyfriend then who would stay with the boys while I ran my errands. That lasted until five years ago, when Nigel was nine. At that point, he could actually sit for a while in a restaurant, so I figured I could try taking him to the store again. I had to, because there was no one to stay home with him.

I was nervous, remembering all the screaming and writhing on the floor. And I was nervous because I didn’t know what my options were if it was still going to happen. We prepared using a homemade social story about going to the grocery store. I made rules, such as “hold onto the cart and stay with Mom.” And I promised rewards. If you are quiet in the store and stay with Mom, you can pick out a treat. And you know what? The planets aligned and Nigel did okay. He covered his ears a lot, but at least he knew to do that. It took him a few years to learn how.

About a year ago I decided that if I put on a movie for him that I could leave Nigel and Aidan home alone for an hour while I ran errands. My cell number was posted by the phone, and we practiced them calling me or a neighbor if anything happened. And I got used to them not going to grocery stores with me most of the time.

Last week, Nigel came with me because he had a gift card to use at a different store that was nearby. First we went to the grocery store. As Nigel calmly walked beside me through the entrance, I was suddenly thrown back to the days of sensory issue hell. It struck me how vastly different it is for him now. I have read about autistic adults who have vivid memories of their childhood and how agonizing their sensory issues were, and I wondered if Nigel remembered those old grocery store experiences. I described for him how he had been, reminded him of the time with the coffee grinder, and gently asked him if he remembered any of that.

“No,” he said. “I don’t remember.” He even sounded a little surprised.

Part of me wonders if it’s a case of him subconsciously blocking those memories because they were so traumatic, which is something that members of our family are known to do. Or maybe he just cannot access memories from before he was verbal. I know that I can’t remember anything before I started talking. In a way, I wish Nigel could remember his early years because I would love to hear his perspective on them now. That would be simply amazing. But it’s probably good that he can’t remember those painful times, for his sake. It’s enough that I remember them and can feel so fortunate that somehow he learned to filter the bombardment of sensory input, and now he can participate in so much more of our life. Even if it’s just a trip to the grocery store.

10 thoughts on “Nigel Vs. Grocery Store

  1. Chapati

    Wow, that sounds tough. You seem to have a really good understanding of why he behaved the way he did at the time though – did you know back then too?

    Also, did he ever throw ‘normal’ toddler tantrums, i.e. because he wanted that toy…

  2. hellokittiemama/MT

    Oh Wow.
    We have a similar grocery store “cycle” here.

    When Alex was a baby he always shopped with me. Loved it – sat in the cart and ate (little piggie) and played and tried to stick his hands up my shirt LOL.. Then, once he became big enough to figure out how to climb out of the cart – right around the time his autism came out…. forget it. Impossible. Except, I still needed to shop and conveniently (NOT) this was also the time my marriage was not good and my husband took a job in a different state leaving me with an autistic 2 year old and essentially alone except for 2 weekends a month. I had to figure out how to shop, so I would do it late at night or early in the morning when the store was pretty much empty – it was a 24 hr Wegmans and I’m sure they were really wondering why I was shopping with a 2 year old at midnight. Anyways, I did what I could. Then when I moved here to NJ to be with hubby for his new job and I was pregnant with my daughter at the time – I had backup and I started shopping by myself again. My son got older and I got brave to try bringing him shopping again. We had some bad trips but also some good ones. Now a few years later – we have mostly good, very few bad – and Alex loves to grocery shop. he loves the “green” reusable grocery bags and he insists on helping me by doing the self-checkout. However, he will meltdown if the coupon dispenser at checkout isn’t working because he just has to have that coupon for baby formula or catfood! Hey, whatever works.

    I love reading about Nigel. It gives me a glimpse of what could come next. Alex turns 8 on Thursday and I find myself filled with more hope than gloom and doom this year because of bloggers and friends like you.

    🙂 🙂


  3. Em

    wow…really tough. We’ve never had as many sensory issues to cope with. The biggest for us was tactile stuff. Son18 would sometimes have to sit down in the middle of a store and put his shoe and sock on and off 15…20 times….crying in frustration….only because it suddenly didn’t feel right.

  4. Fearless Females

    oh my, youre a better mom than I am..I still cant even consider taking Meghan to a store alone (just me and her), I think we all have a nightmare story and it is hard…as of a few years ago, we would go food shopping as a family–so an adult could be there in case she bolted…but then she startd eating food before we purchased it…Ugh!!

  5. M

    just reading through various blogs, it’s always interesting to me the way the sensory issues slowly evolve.

    sometimes drifting from one sense to the next, other times just beginning intensely and slowly fading.

    grocery stores are one of the worst. generally so bright…and the sounds are just completely different from what you hear anywhere else. something about the little motors in the freezer section, tiny wheels from carts, the oddly distant music, the way people drift around like they’re in a daze.

    it’s a weird place.

  6. Tanya Savko Post author

    Hi Chapati – Yes, even at the time I knew that it was his sensory issues causing his behavior, but I felt powerless to help him. Now that he’s older he can wear earplugs when he needs to, but I don’t know if he would have at age three. He never had the typical toddler tantrums – at that age he didn’t really care about toys because he didn’t play with them the way typical toddlers do. All of his meltdowns, even at that age, were due to sensory issues or frustration at not being able to communicate.

  7. mama mara

    Rocky doesn’t remember, either, but it’s tattooed on my brain. Our big meltdown triggers included: the sound of a floor polisher or vacuum, which sent Rocky into hysterics; the sight of telephones, which were his first big obsessive TOPIC and caused him fits if he couldn’t touch and play with every single one he saw; and the torment of waiting in lines.

    Wow, am I glad those days are past.

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