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Sometimes, I eat lunch at school. The lunchroom is a big room inside the building. It can be a busy place with lots of people talking and moving. That's okay. I know what to do. I take my time and go inside when I'm ready.
My School Lunchtime | Autism Lunchroom Social Story
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Story text
A gentle story about navigating the busy school lunchroom, with tips for finding calm and asking for help when needed.
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First, I get my lunch tray. The tray is flat and has little sections for my food. I hold it with two hands, one on each side, so it stays steady and doesn't tip. I walk slowly and carefully to the line. Holding my tray feels just right.
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Next, I wait in a line. My friend Sam is often in front of me. I stand behind my friend and wait quietly for my turn. It's nice to see a friendly face. We can wait together without talking, and that's perfectly fine.
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Now, I look for a place to sit. I see many tables. Some tables have lots of friends laughing. Other tables are quieter. I can choose. Sometimes I sit with Sam. Sometimes I pick a calm spot. I find a seat that feels good for me.
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The lunchroom can be loud with chatter and clattering trays. If the sounds feel too big or too buzzy, that's okay. I can try taking a slow, deep breath. I breathe in through my nose... and out through my mouth. It helps the sounds feel a little smaller.
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When I talk, I can use a quiet voice. I lean in a little toward my friend. 'How was your morning?' I might ask softly. My friend Sam can hear my quiet voice just fine. We can have a nice, gentle chat.
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Sometimes, the smells of different foods or the mix of noises can feel like too much. That's okay. It happens. I can put my head down gently on my arms for just a minute. It makes a little cozy, dark space to rest my eyes and feel calm.
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If my lunch feels wobbly or overwhelming, I can ask for help. My teacher, Ms. Lee, is always nearby. I can raise my hand, and she will come over. She is there to help me. Asking for help is a very smart thing to do.