Music is a beautiful thing.
I work with autistic kids, doing in-home behavioral therapy. The boy I work with the most frequently is a smart, adorable, 8-year-old who is non-verbal. He doesnāt talk in full sentences, or even in full words most of the time. Today while he was on a break, I asked if he wanted to listen to music. He shrugged and went back to drinking his juice.
I only have about 10 songs on my phone, so I started to play Panic! at the DiscoāsĀ The Ballad of Mona Lisa. I asked if he liked it and he just smiled at me. So I paused the song and asked if he wanted to keep listening. He pointed enthusiastically at my phone and said āMore!ā I continued to play the song and he started to jump around and dance in time to the music, and when I started singing along in a silly, exaggerated way he started to mimic my singing. He especially seemed to love the āWhoa ooohh ooohh ooohh ooohh, Mona Lisaā part. Iāve been working with this boy for a year and I had never heard him intentionally sing or hum along to music before.
We went on to listen to SpotlightĀ (New Regrets) by Patrick Stump and Oh, Love! by William Beckett and he was having so much fun. Clapping along, dancing, jumping, laughing, and just being silly.
One of the biggest obstacles that children with autism face is learning how to engage and interact in their environment. And for the 15 or so minutes we were listening to those songs, this kid just lit up. He didnāt have to think about anything or worry about how he was going to communicate and he couldnāt stop smiling.
Yeah, music is a beautiful, powerful thing.