Category: ASD

Edinburgh Fringe 2015: Day 4 – Pitschi the Kitten with Dreams

A sunny day! in August! in Edinburgh! Halleluljah! I swear, this never happens. Encouraged by the blue sky (I know), we set off for the relatively early performance of Pitschi the Kitten with Dreams by Theatre Fideri Fidera, performed solo by Natasha Granger.

We arrived on time at the Gilded Balloon Teviot, which is in term-time home of the type of student I didn’t associate with, although I now bitterly regret that. This place is beautiful and has a terrific study room!  

Miss Kitty enjoyed the general pink sparkliness of the occasion and was very struck by these glittery numerals.

Meanwhile, her mama was thinking “I hung about in the dank brutalist crap that was Potterow and missed out on THIS?”

 

 

We got terribly lost and ended up going up and down a turret, so the signposting could be improved. However, very helpful and kind staff pointed us in the right direction, and soon we were part of a small tide of girls and their mothers – I think I saw two boys, no more than three years old – queuing patiently. Miss K was having a difficult time with the baby noises but she coped and we were warmly welcomed into the show by Natasha… So – the by now familiar review format.

ACT: The only visible human is Natasha Granger, a very confident, talented and warm young actor (they’re all younger than me obviously). She engaged the audience very quickly, with her open and friendly style – I think it would be impossible to resist that smile and genuine joy she exudes. You really feel like she wants to tell you the story so much and can’t wait to share the fun with you. There are obviously a couple of people who change the images – from a book much-beloved in Switzerland about Pitschi – and cue the music, but the other main characters are some suitably deranged looking kittens – see below – as well as a stuffed dog, and various props (more on that later).


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Summary: This is the warm and enjoyable story of a kitten who didn’t want to be a kitten, and in the course of a day tries to be various other animals that you’d encounter on a Heidi-like hillside: a goat, a hen, a duck, a bunny etc. All very beautifully drawn and shown on the screen behind the action. Natasha plays her grandmother with great gusto – who knew that just putting on a scarf and using a walking stick to shake your booty to “Rumpf rumpf rumpf rumpf” would be so entertaining?  Kittens cannot, of course, be any of those animals and poor Pitschi has a very tiring and ultimately dangerous day, before she is rescued by granny, who is alerted by said dog. Lovely. There is a lot of audience participation but it was done without the slightest hint of sarcasm, unlike our show on Day 2…

Props: Mostly the stuffed animals, but also a bench, headscarf, skirt, basket of kittens (squee), bucket full of dangerously squirty rubber glove – be prepared to get wet – and a broom. The screen is supported by two pretty rustic poles, to complete the Swiss Mountain styling.

Take Home Message: Be yourself and make friends with people (or animals) who are different from you. Also – girls can be very funny (this was the only solo performance by a woman we’ve seen this week and she carried it perfectly).

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Miss K Review: “I thought it was lovely. She was so funny, especially I liked it when she was being her granny [Ed. she then demonstrated the granny walk several times throughout the day]. The kittens were very sweet although I got a bit scared when she was in the rabbit hutch and there was a bat and owl and wolf, just like the Fairly Tales one. I really liked being a bunny, she was very friendly.”

ASD/SEN notes: Access to the Dining Room at Teviot isn’t the easiest, although I’m sure there’s a better way in – there are regulations these days. In the room, you walk along a fairly narrow passageway towards the stage and are greeted by the actor. The seats are ranged up in rows, the floor and walls are all black, seating accessed by a single stairway – unless you sit further in you will have to get up and down as kids go past. There are no flashing lights, no lighting effects or smoke machines, no strobes or bangs. There is a little music played on the accordion but mostly it is just sung. The images are on a white screen, similar to those used in school or slide shows. At one point the audience are squirted with quite a lot of water and at another, children are asked to come up on stage and hop/dance like bunnies. There is a mild threat, in one scene near the end, but there is no lowering of lights or increase in noise – note that Miss Kitty did pick up on it though, even though it was very innocuous.

Miss Kitty rating: 10/10, definitely good.

Mama Scissors rating: 10/10 – a great introduction to theatre for all kids, enjoyable by old hands like Miss Kitty, performed with gusto and skill. I’m relieved (although surprised) they weren’t selling reproduction kittens or books, both of which would have done very well. (I will accept orders for the kittens, if anyone is interested).

Definitely go see!

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Edinburgh Fringe 2015: Day 3 – Trash Test Dummies

Dashing across the Meadows just after 12, we were welcomed very nicely to the Beauty Tent – sans Purple Cow Udders – for the daily show by the Trash Test Dummies.  Having heard good things from other families who do the Fringe, we were both looking forward to a proper ‘show’ after yesterday’s slightly disappointing outing.

There’s a definite Australian thing going on this year, with at least two of our five shows from down under – not that I’m complaining. I get the feeling that children’s entertainment and theatre is taken a lot more seriously in other parts of the world than here.

Act: Three young male circus acrobats/clowns/very clever guys, wearing a variety of denim dungarees with nothing else apart from boots, three large wheelie bins, lots of gags, music, skill and energy.

Summary: There’s no narrative as such – Kitty (currently addicted to Penguins of Madagascar) announced they were like Skipper, Kowalski and Private, so there are definite characters that they play. They lark about, have small sketches accompanied by appropriate music (a ballet class one was among my favourites) (no really), there’s a lot of being deliberately silly and a bit of getting the grown ups to laugh too, with the theme tune to The Great Escape and Batman likely to pass most kids by.

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Props: Big wheelie (trash) bins, more bins, lots of balloons, many small plastic balls that get thrown into the audience, juggling batons, hats, a ladder, more balls. I think you could add the dungarees to the list of props as they certainly work hard.

Performance: High energy, whole hearted and done with just enough of a nod to the grown ups. I think it’s a fine line and they only just stay on the right side, but that’s ok. At one point, Skipper (as we called him) pops up without the upper part of his dungarees – Kitty found that a bit embarassing – ditto the pretending to be wearing superhero underpants (you’ll see). They worked HARD for the whole time and managed to make it much more than just a show of extremely good juggling, acrobatics and circus skills. They are definitely comedians, in the best sense of that word. Best of all, they weren’t scared of being silly – and wearing dungarees (excellent choice) – which gave them a real edge and lack of self-consciousness that I think the kids really enjoyed. Hell I enjoyed it – particularly their freestyle dancing. There were LOTS and lots of belly laughs from boys and girls, all ages, some parents particularly enjoyed being down at the front.

 

Take Home Message: Having fun is good. There was a bit of a thing about friendship in spite of laughing (and slapping) people but certainly not in a hugging-and-learning way. Probably the main message was “go find a gymnastics class and you too can be cool if you work really hard”.

Miss Kitty Review: “I thought it was awesome. Best show I’ve ever seen apart from Brush – it was almost as good as that. I liked the guys who were like Skipper, Kowalski and Private [Ed. This is high praise folks]. My favourite bit was when they thought their friend was dead and then they saw him and slapped him a lot, that was very funny. I liked the one with the beard most, he was like daddy. [Ed. only vaguely, as daddy no longer has a beard]. I think everyone should go see it, it was very funny. I got a bit embarassed but it wasn’t bad. It was very loud and I thought my ears might die but I laughed a lot.”

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ASD/SEN Notes: As you will have gathered, there’s a lot going on in this show! The venue is accessible but only just – mobility needs can get in through a ground floor entrance and sit in the front row (although this means you will be engaged with at some point – don’t let that put you off). Otherwise, you are up about 8 steps and the seats are very small, ranged around a horseshoe shape over 8 tiers. I was frequently bumped by the person in front stretching backwards, much to our mutual annoyance. There is plenty of space and it feels quite open. Big lighting rig, and lots of lighting effects: not a strobe but very bright white searchlights, plus lots of coloured lights moving around. There is a smoke machine about three quarters of the way through. There is a lot of music and at one point I realised that it was setting off my ears too, so I was amazed that Kitty coped. Perhaps turn it down just a notch. There are no big bangs or flashes. NB: at one point a character has a bin bag put over his head, and at another he has ping-pong balls (and later a harmonica) in his mouth. I have to admit to freaking out a bit & making clear immediately that he was a skilled circus performer. I do have visions of small ADHD boys all over Scotland jumping into stinky bins and getting really badly hurt.

Miss Kitty rating: 20/20, definitely awesome
Mama Scissors rating: 17/20 – points lost for safety issues, excess noise and selling us a tiny plastic bin with a bag of haribo and a Trash Test Dummies sticker, which I had no way of avoiding on the way out.

Another go see, from the SSS review team.

p.s. a very neat trick – get the audience to help tidy up by turning it into a ball-collecting mosh pit at the end. Very smart.

 

Edinburgh Fringe 2015: Day 2

 

 

Day two started off overcast and was decidedly cool, even for Edinburgh in August. We arrived at 11am for the 11:10 performance of Jazzmatazz by Ali McGregor and crew.

We were at the far end of a queue consisting mostly of toddlers, babes in arms, their pregnant and/or tired mothers and few grandparents/dads thrown in for good measure. All in fine fettle and ready to explore the wonderful Spiegeltent (how can that be a tent mama?), we were greeted by a very enthusiastic Fringe staffer who ripped our tickets and welcomed the bright pink chihuahua currently accompanying us on our festival jaunts.

 

The tent is, as you can see, huge. We sat near the very front at the dance floor but there’s another tier of booth tables around the walls which, on balance, I’d choose next time. There were some mellow sounds coming from the three-piece band and a few kids attempted to get on the floor to make the most of the opportunity to lark about and not be told off.

 Said pink chihuahua, about to whack it’s head on the floor, again. It likes being thrown up and down a lot. You can see that she is probably at the top end of the age scale for this show, and very quickly began to feel uncomfortable.

Act: Ali McGregor’s Jazzmatazz, high quality singing and musical jazz aimed directly at children up to the age of 7 and their parents. There were lots of songs – only a few jazz classics, A-Tisket A-Tasket among them but lots of mash ups, including “who let the dogs out” and “single ladies” (or whatever that Beyonce track is called).  In between songs, Ms McGregor asks children things like “what do you do to cool down in the summer?” (of course there is no summer, badoom-tish), “what do you do when you feel happy?”, “what kind of animals do you see in the jungle?”. There’s usually a straight answer from the kids and she then makes a kind of witty remark about it, for the benefit of the parents. Almost entirely in good humour, although I’d say it’s a bit dry and sarcastic for kids who are old enough to know what’s going on. There’s lots and lots of dancing, led by two professionals who are not afraid to get into the kid mosh pit that forms around the front of the stage.

Summary: lots of songs, a bit of repartee, more songs, a little bit of boogying especially designed for parents of pre-verbal kids and all in a pleasant setting.

Props: the band, although you could argue that the children are a prop too. A bubble machine.

Performance: Ms McGregor has got a great voice. It’s clear, warm, rich and she is obviously very talented, as are the musicians and dancers – although they hardly got a look in, to be honest. In her bright red frock and matching sparkly shoes, she steals the show and can go from singing beautifully to chatting with a toddler quick smoothly.

Take home: Kids can enjoy jazz and live music, it doesn’t all have to be Singing Kettle. (You know what I mean if you’re Scottish).

Miss K Review: I thought it was okay. She was a good singer and I liked the band. I didn’t know many songs, and she didn’t sing any Raffi. It  was a bit busy and I got embarassed so we left early. I didn’t want to talk to her afterwards.

[Ed. Now, those who know Miss K will know that she is a chatty, fairly confident kid in spite of – because of? – her ASD. She has been going up to actors, singers etc and taking over Fringe shows for at least four years, sometimes to the dismay of less confident performers. Today was no exception and her hand shot up when she realised she’d get to speak into a microphone and answer questions from the lady. Today was the first time she’s been made to feel embarassed or shy about something she said, although I don’t doubt that was NOT her intention. However, sarcasm and dry wit are kind of lost on kids of a certain age, who are aware that they are the butt of some kind of joke and it’s not really one that they get… So take your kid, let them get up and dance and talk but make sure they’re not old enough to understand.]

ASD/SEN notes: The show is inside the spiegeltent which is nice and airy, high ceilinged and quite large. The access is not the easiest – buggies are left outside but that’s maybe because there were about 50 of them.  Steps up to the centre doors, and more steps, quite wide and shallow, from the side seating booths down to the central dance floor. The stage is thankfully up too far for it to be subject to stage invasions from the maddened crowd. There are lots of lights which are visible but none too bright, mirrors and stained glass windows around the upper walls and the ceiling is hung with red curtains. (see picture below). Sound quality was good – not too loud although it’s intense when the songs are playing. There were no flashing lights, bangs or strobes. A bubble machine in one song brought all the kids to a corner, where it was a bit too much – granny’s in particular liked taking the babies up and Miss K felt overwhelmed.  She spent much more time on my knee in this show than yesterday, even though the subject matter was in no way scary. (see the note above). Children in wheelchairs would need extra assistance to be in the crowd, if they were given access at all.

Miss Kitty rating: 5/10 (although the band and singer both got full marks for performance).

Mama Scissors rating: again, ditto. Quality of performance great, possibly not the right age group for us at 7 & 42.

 

Edinburgh Fringe 2015: day 1

Despite the insanity that Edinburgh school terms start only a week or so after the festival begins – and two days after the Edinburgh Book Festival starts!! – I decided to make the most of this and just go do a show with Miss Kitty every day this week.

Day one was a typically rainy affair, visiting the Pleasance, normally Edinburgh University territory – I’ve been there in the past for a medieval dance group – and right next to their gym complex. It’s going to be refurbished and so I’m not sure if the Fringe can use it next year – it’s a real rabbit warren but I have a fondness for it’s victorian bizarre layout.  Today we were down in the cellar, seeing Andon Theatre Company perform “Fairly Tales“.

fairlytales2Summary: two very talented young actors, in their 20s, perform a story about two boys (in school uniform) discovering a mutual love of traditional type fair(l)y stories and recreating them ‘for real’ in their backgardens, which join by a dodgy fence with a gap. They have an exciting journey through a magical landscape, complete with princesses, trolls, witches, wolves and a flatulent cow. No really. Her name is Mary.

Props: Absolutely minimal. The Cellar is small and intimate, with children invited to sit on the front row if comfortable. I made sure Miss K knew where I was sitting, so she could come and hug if need be (and she did find the wolf and troll bits a little unsettling for a minute). There are two rotating screens, with a plain curtain on the back, sheets of perspex that the actors draw on with magic wipers and that’s pretty much it. There’s a holder for  the sheets but that isn’t part of the performance.

Performance: both guys gave it their absolute all – they were great. I was initially a bit ‘oh god two blokes pretending to be kids and not talking like kids have done since… I don’t know, grange hill circa 1978?’ but I was completely won over. I sincerely hope that someone sees their work who can a) give them more work and b) sticks them on the telly, because I think they’re very good indeed. What gets to you isn’t how slick and well rehearsed it is (and they clearly know it backwards) but their absolute integrity – if they weren’t so sweaty at the end I’d have shaken their hands. They remind me what live theatre is about and I think it is worth about 100 times the shouty, loud, over-done performance of say a certain Dr Seuss show which spends a lot of time flogging hats outside the door. *cough*

Take home message: Don’t just read books, try playing the stories with your friends and let them get mashed up and exciting – play! write! read! [Ed. I love it].

Miss Kitty’s review: “I thought they were very good. I got a bit scared but I’m glad there wasn’t anything bad happening to the boys. I wanted to talk to them more [Ed. She is very very big on audience participation, of which there is absolutely none.  A bit unusual but it works for this show.] I give it a 20 out of 20 and think my friend P (a boy) would like it too.” (there is no higher praise).

ASD/SEN notes: The cellar is dark and quite small but it is not a problem for kids to be near their parents or move around as needed. I wouldn’t think it is great for kids who need to be very mobile or have a lot of stimming, as they will be near the front of the performance and in view of other kids, which might be stressful for them if not near parents. It is not easily accessible for wheelchairs or other mobility issues, as it is down steep steps and the seating is very close together. Lighting is ok – it gets very low before the show but there are zero big bangs, flashes, strobes or other effects. Ditto sound effects, beyond a bit of microphone use at the beginning and during the character sequences (wolf/troll/narrator). Some children will need a bit of explanation that the boys are pretending to be the story characters and that they are not going to hurt each other.

At the end of the show, each child – and parent! – was given a special pencil with the Andon Theatre logo to go and write their own stories, which was a really nice touch.

Miss Kitty rating: 20/20

Mama Scissors rating: ditto.

I recommend catching these young men before they go on to do very good things.

p.s. photo shows us being captured by Albee Vector Sound Collector, who thought we’d been to his show!

 

 

It’s a little bit funny

this feeling insii-ii–ii-ide.

Or not. (especially as I am NOT a fan of Elton John).

Most blogs start with an apology for being absent but sod that, I’m busy and so are you. I post here because I want to and I will not, repeat not, add another ‘should’ onto my shoulders. [NB. never noticed similarity of should and shoulders – could be significant, at least in terms of where we feel the weight of those unwanted demands.] Neither will I try to trammel the wanderings of my mind into a “sewing blog” or a “home ed” blog (especially as Wee Bear is now at school, sniff). Real life, for most women my age, is way more messy and complicated than that.

Since we went to the ballet last year, we’ve had a confirmed “official” diagnosis of ASD for Wee Bear. ASD – the new DSM-IV guidelines have smooshed together everyone from a nonverbal, totally uncommunicative child with learning disability to the Aspie end of the spectrum which is not entirely helpful outside the non-NT (NeuroTypical) circles – or Autism Spectrum Disorder, but also with a complex presentation (i.e. she’s a girl). Let’s say it’s been a bumpy few years. And I am still at the stage of blaming myself. Did I eat the wrong thing? Was it being an older mum? Was it nursing for 2 years? Was it mixed-feeding? Was it the antibiotics that saved her life at 7 days old? Was it my insistence of wearing her in a sling for most of 2 years and rocking her to sleep for those few hours when she stopped demanding interaction? Should I have noticed that she didn’t put things in her mouth? Should I have taken her to the GP when she didn’t crawl, even though she walked at 12 months? Should I have gotten worried at 18 months when she stopped eating more and more things, when she refused to wear short sleeves, at the tantrums at the sound of the hoover or my violin? (that’s understandable I suppose)… So many tiny signs that my darling girl found the world a confusing, overwhelming, scary place.

I suppose the thing is that I do too. So it all made sense to me (and other family members).

Yet because of her great ability to communicate and to verbalise and to mimic and mask, her skill at drawing, singing, copying, it was all fine. Except it wasn’t. That awful cliche of “you just know” and even the classic “no one knows your child like you” is certainly true but it’s made a lot, lot more difficult if your ASD kid is a girl, is very “high functioning” (shudderful phrase) and you yourself are non-NT. I’m not diagnosed, no, but I tick most of the adult female Aspie boxes, although with the caveat that I tend to overdo empathic feeling until it overwhelms me and I run and hide from people until the spoon drawer is full again. That can take quite a time. For some people, it just never gets full again and I will admit that I do sometimes just have to lose contact with people because it’s just too much. If that happens, it’s truly me, not you. Truly. Sometimes I feel like a dog who can see the emotions of people like hazes of colour or smell (which fits with my inability to tolerate perfume of any kind) and to be honest, I can’t stand it. [Ponders the phrase “you are too emotionally smelly for me to tolerate”].

Right now, I’m being distracted by a mouse that runs back and forth across the steps to our garden. It’s super fast but my “notice everything eyes” pick it up and I go off for a second.

Back to diagnosis, ASD, girls and the question of my undiagnosis. Do I want to get tested? Partly, because I’m a geek and I like psychology and the brain and neurological difference is one of the potentially most exciting things that scientists are looking at these days. Potentially. Will I get tested? I doubt it. The waiting list for the only adult ADHD clinic in Scotland is massively long. I don’t even know if they have an adult ASD one. Most of my NHS psychological support has been in the form of CBT or counselling, not assessments. Women do face challenges as they get older that make a diagnosis a useful hook to hang our difficulties on: it’s not “us” that are failures, it’s a real difference in our brain. Not blaming ourselves for being different, for needing time to be alone and quiet, for needing the physical stimulus of walking for miles and miles, for having SPD traits that affect our lives… the boundaries between Aspergers, ASD, social phobia, clinical depression, OCD, they’re all blurring together, in academic research and finally, finally, it’s catching up and being talked about and wonderful women are saying “me too”. I might not be one of them but my daughter is. I want her to avoid the “side effect” disorders that seem to be comorbid with ASD: self-harm, depression, etc. If we can explain to her now about her difference, in a way that doesn’t use the word “disorder” in it’s description thank you, perhaps she will grow up into the full knowledge and awareness of her super powers and her amazing potential.

Meantime, I’m off under my rock to do more drawing and sewing. First up is finishing a smocked dress for Wee Bear that is probably too young for her but too pretty to leave unfinished.

p.s. do you like my fringe? I’m still getting used to it.