I used to have an iPod shuffle.
I really liked it, and I used it all the time. Recently, though, I've been using it to help Bud cope with out-of-the-ordinary circumstances that have a high potential to be dysregulating. I load it up with Bud's music, swap out the earbud headphones for some that are a bit more user-friendly, and he's good to go.
Saturday morning he came to the hairdresser with me, and despite the noise of blowdryers, the chemical smell of hair color, and the endless parade of strangers in and out of the shop, Bud did great - he sat in the waiting area listening to music and munching on grapes, until the music moved him so much he had to get up and dance. Since then, he has hardly taken the headphones off. Last night I had to draw the line at sleeping with them on; but first thing in the morning he bounded out of bed in search of his music.
"Where is my iPod?" he asked.
"Whose iPod is it, Bud?" I asked.
"Bud's," he answered.
He's right, of course.
Ah, well; it was fun while it lasted.