I Hate the Piano

Audrey's been taking piano lessons for a couple of years now, and you might say that she has a love/hate relationship with it.  There have been so many ups and downs and I would have given up long ago, but she really has musical ability and I think it's good for her brain. 

We waited until she had been taking lessons for almost a year before we bothered to buy a keyboard for her to practice on at home.  Once we bought one, she was completely obsessed with it for like 3 months.  Then she broke her arm.  Which was followed by her refusing to play with said arm long after the cast was off.  After she got over that, she then decided that some of the lower octaves were mortally terrifying, which limited us to playing songs exclusively in the Chipmunk range.  Then she started this tic where she couldn't have both of her hands resting on the keyboard.  She would peck out a note and then pull her hand away like she had just touched something scalding hot. 

Honest to Christ, everything with this kid feels like a 1/4 of a step up and 10 steps back.  The piano is a good example of her non-linear progression in learning anything.  Every time we hit one of these walls, I have to send out the bat signal, convene the team to brainstorm ideas, write social stories, make a video model, create a new ABA program....aaaaaarrrgggghhhhh.  Can't anything just go from point A to B to C without requiring a fucking 12-step intervention?

I can't wait to see what irrational fear/tic crops up next.  Blackkeyophobia?  Using nothing but her tongue for middle C?  Refusing to play out of The Sound of Music book?  Oh no, I know you did not just disrespect The Sound of Music.

Coming tomorrow:  I Love the Piano.


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