Showing posts with label Asperger Syndrome. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Asperger Syndrome. Show all posts

Au natural

I had to quote this article I was reading...

Educational Intervention

Because children with Asperger's Syndrome may differ widely in terms of IQ and ability levels, schools should learn to individualize educational programs for these children.

Some of them may cope well in a mainstream class with additional support, while others may need to receive specialized education. In all cases, teachers should be aware of the special needs of Asperger's children, who often need a great deal more support than first appears necessary.

...because it really helped me with why an Aspergian is considered to have "Special Needs." So often I look at how well The Elder is doing and enjoy the normality of these moments. But then cringe at the thought of him being in a "normal" Kindergarten.

So what is the deal with herbal remedies anyway? What is the best approach to using this method with kids? Some of the stuff on there I wanted for myself! Ha!

As I told The Hub I didn't want to get caught up in the hype of this article, but would really want to do it if I could find a trusted source.

Quotables and Doc results

I have to capture today's conversations before I forget!

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On the way home from The Child Psych that dx The Elder he says...

"Now we go to a house.....it starts with a J........he's my friend......and there's a Thomas, Percy, James..."
"OK, I'll call Joshua's mom right now to set a time."
"You're right!! You guessed Joshua's house!"

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"OK I left a message for Joshua's mom to call me back."
"We can go to his house and wait for him."
"No, that's called stalking."
"I want to do that....I want to stalking."

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"Let's figure out what we will eat."
"I want to go to Buddy's"
"We have Buddy's at home."
"But I want to GO to Buddy's"
"If we GO anywhere if won't be Buddy's because we have that at home."
"I want pizza."
"Well, I don't know how to make daddy's pizza, but we can stop at Go Nutrition and get a frozen pizza." (Sad, I know)
"Sure!" (more like "shore")

"Um, this is the part to our house."
"The part?"
"Yes"
"Do you mean path?"
"Yes"
"As in the road to our house?"
"Yes"
"You're right it is, but it is also the road to Go Nutrition."

As we pull into the parking lot of the store...
"Ooohhhhhh, I think you guessed right."

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Now we are on the way home from the store pulling into the subdivision...
"We are almost home."
"Yes, which way do we go." I've never asked him to navigate before...
"I fink we go right."
"OK now we are going right, now what?"
"Next is left
.....you go straight for the wrong way...Eliza lives there. (classmate)
.....Another straight and right
.....Good, mommy, you found the right road
.....now there a little tiny curve...you pass this house...and our car goes there...and you push the button (for garage door)
.....You did it!!"

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Mind you that ALL happened in the 20 minute ride home (not including the pit stop at the store).

On a completely different note, yet related because this is where we were driving home from...we met with The Child Psych for a re-evalution. Well, "improvement" is an appropriate word for the outcome. In 8 months he went from a nonverbal IQ of 130 (or 7 years 4 months equivalent when he was 3 years, 10 months) which is the 98th percentile, to a nonverbal IQ of 146 (or 11 years 9 months equivalent now he is 4 years and 7 months) which is in the 99.9th percentile. We were totally blown away. I mean we knew he was gifted but gee whiz.

He also improved in the picture naming verbal test - he went up to 73rd. But his Listening Comprehension skills were still low (31st percentile) and dragged his Overall Verbal score from 68th last June to 50th percentile today. He said not to worry about that. I guess it is average. And for comprehension, it doesn't cause a buzz in the school unless it is less than 25%. His main concern was with prepositions.

Other tests he took were
Reading - 1.9 grade level
Reading Comprehension - 1.4 grade level
Math - K.8 grade level

For the Math tests he was 5 years and 10 months equivalent on one and 6 years on the other. He said that those are probably low compared to his actual ability because the test involves a lot of Listening Comprehension skills.

He stressed for us to have a Social curriculum, encouraging pretend play, game play (balls, chase, and imitation) and with the trains to have a double approach:

1) Limit his talk about trains. E.g. 15 minutes of talking about animals
2) Broaden his love of trains. E.g. to maps to geography OR to gears to electronics to Audio/Visual components. Something pre-vocational.

He said one kid started at trains and has broadened his love to studio production and has visited the Veggie Tales Studio in Nashville. I didn't even know there was one! We are so going there!

As far as the Kindergarten concern, he really advocates him going to Kindergarten next year. His ideal situation would be for The Elder to go to the transition class if it is approved and go to 1st grade from there (instead of K). He said academically he is already a 1st grader so he really just needs a year to develop his social skills. He predicts in a year he will be reading at a 4th grade level and to put him in Kindergarten is just asking for boredom and behavior problems not even linked to ASD. (That is with a transition year and then K). So it is still up in the air as of what to do.

Has anyone been in this situation and glad of your decision or wish you had made a different one? I really need opinions on this!

Now for that list...

I thought I would go ahead and knock out the quotables I need to journal about...

"We are going to Lolo and Lola's house this weekend."
"You mean the big house that is far far away?"
(My parents live in SC which is an 8 hour drive. This was the 3rd time we have driven there since Christmas, including Christmas. Last time he said, "I fink Lola's house is a very long time." So his syntax has improved in just one month!)

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Valentine's Day and the case of the crabby patty
Picture speak louder than words so check out the web album. I did finally find the missing crabby patty...it was in my PJ's pocket! Hahahahaha...
BTW, just in case Kara reads this, since it takes FOREVER for us to get together, there is a Valentine here waiting for Joshua and Mrs. Lovett. His choice when I asked, "Who else would you like to send a Valentine to?" Isn't that sweet. The other sweet thing is when he was picking out Joshua's Valentine, he choose the one that said "Best Friends." Double sweet!!

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While I'm on the same subject...
The Kiddos have rekindled my love for Veggie Tales. I really thought that The Elder would enjoy the music (silly songs) but I never really could get the regular episodes to hold his attention. Well, The Younger fell in LOVE with a Veggie Tales CD-Rom that The 6yo With No Tooth The Cousin formerly known as The 6yo With No Tooth, so when I went to Sam's Club I saw a double feature Silly Songs Set. They both have worn them out. The Elder has his favorite which "I can be your friend." He literally played it over and over again....practically the entire 8 hour drive home, and then again once we were home. He sang it for everyone. Then he looks at me and says,

"Gotta go to Joshua's house and sing this song?"

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We celebrated the birthday of The Cousin formerly known as The 8yo with The Bendy Glasses The 9yo with The Bendy Glasses last weekend while we were in SC and truly had a good time. The SIL was very respectful of our gfcf diet and made sure we all had something we could eat. See The Brother's nerdy recap of the event. However, birthday cake is birthday cake and it is really hard to make a tasty gfcf birthday cake so we were building up the stamina for the approaching time that we would have to tell The Elder that he couldn't have cake.

When the announcement was made that the cake was ready, The Elder came up to me very calmly and said, "Do I get cake?"

I was so proud of him for, first, being aware that he does have dietary restrictions, and second, getting permission first before having to go through the ordeal of taking it away from him. I was so happy that I kept trying to think of a way that he could indulge...finally I look at The SIL and say, no cake, just icing.... Now what parent would ever say something like that?? But you know what...he was satisfied and probably had the least amount of calories in his little icing "volcano" than those who ate their whole piece of cake.

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"On Valentine's Day I can wear my Thomas shoes....after President's Day I can wear my School shoes."
"What about on President's Day?"
"I saaaaiiiiiidddd AAAAFTER President's Day."
"What shoes will you wear on President's Day?"
"But there's just no school on President's Day."

Hahahahha

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"Is that your dog?" said the man who helped us move furniture this weekend to The Elder.
"Yes, it's just Skip."
"Can I take him home with me?"
"Um...you can just go to the pet store."

In other words, get your own dog! Hardy har har.

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"I think I want to move your computer to that corner of the room. Do you think you would like that?" (Always have to research if we will have a meltdown or not)
"Sure!"
"Well I have to wait for your daddy to come home because I can't do it by myself."
"You can keep trying!"

I'm so proud of him!!!

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Food...it's all in the presentation...

"I want Peanut Butter Bread."

We use natural peanut butter and tapioca bread, but The Hub and I have a passion for this, and we found it while we were in SC and bought 2 jars of it. Unfortunately The Elder saw it. Not knowing there was a difference in the PBs we use, The AP had accidentally been making their PB bread with the fattening, not-so-good for you PB. And being the Aspergian he is, The Elder REMEMBERED every detail of the label that at a simple glimpse he knew he wanted it.

So The Hub goes to make his snack and pulls out the Natural Peanut Butter that we usually use. The Elder would have been totally fine with it if he hadn't first spied the yummy one.

"I want the peanut butter with the BLUUUUUEEEE lid, not the peanut butter with the Lellow lid."

So being the smarty pants Hub he is, The Hub switched the lids on the peanut butter behind his back and we got NO complaints! Ha!

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Be sure to check out The Hub's post today for a good laugh. Sure would make a good wordless wednesday. I also put the web album in the sidebar...


Whew! I think I only have 2 things left from my list!!!
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Check off another one, or two, maybe three...

Got the bag today. It's absolutely beautiful! Thanks again Gwen!

Another link I want to throw out there is this extremely touching speech that Niksmom posted. Here is the transcript if you don't have time to watch the video, though the video is well worth the watch.

Also, thanks Karen for my award. I promise I will get to passing it on asap...

Now for that long laundry list of things I need to journal about....

Let's talk about the TEIS meet since I will be meeting with The Teacher tomorrow. Remember this conversation? and then this victory? Well, I met with the TEIS lady on the 11th (2 Mondays ago) and she interviewed me, a pretty standardized interview. Based on the results she agreed that she should send someone to the house to do an evaluation. I got a rush on the appointment because The Younger is having his Trigger Thumb annihilated on March 8th so we had to have it set before then (it was changed from Feb 15th to March because The AP has gone back to Brazil for 2 weeks to visit and renew her license and visa. Hey, I got to check off another one on my list! "The AP has left the building.") Well, this is the rule. He must be 25% delayed in 2 areas of development OR 40% delayed in 1 area in order to receive services from them. When i first heard that I got a little panicky and started to doubt myself and the need to actually have him evaluated. But the lady reassured me again that I was doing the best thing to get him checked out.

What surprised me was that from her interview, she found 2 areas of delay. I was pretty shocked because neither one of them was sensory processing - which in all fairness was not really a category. But he had delays in communication and fine motor skills. If you know my child, this was a huge shock to me. It must have shown on my face because she immediately started to explain why the results turned up that way. It is the fact that she doesn't form proper phrases until he is repeating a phrase he has already learned and that he tends to perserverate when he is anxious, hurt, or scared. A popular phrase is "I want mommy." Now to someone outside of our family that appears very normal, but he will continue to say this even when I'm clearly in site or even holding and comforting him. Hopefully that is just a phase.

(By the way, The Elder was jamming with some complete, sensible sentences, both questions, statements, and responses to questions....he got his IEP interim report today and it was the first grading period that he showed improvement!! He has already met the majority of his goals all in one interim!! And it only took 5 interim periods!)

The second delay was in fine motor which really threw me off. Mainly because it was his motor skills that pretty much sealed the deal for us to realize that The Elder was delayed in his motor skills - because The Younger was running circles around him, literally and figuratively, for example with feeding himself, opening water bottles, etc. Her explanation was not that he couldn't color, draw, cut, etc, but that he uses his fine motor skills inappropriately. He will break every crayon and peel the paper off of them, but won't color with them. He will take apart pens, flashlights, remote controls, and anything that he thinks he can take apart and sometimes successfully put them back together. He will crack open pistachios and mussels on the shell even though the taste of them repulses him. He just wants to open them for us to eat.

So once she explained all that I sat there with a "Hmmm!" look on my face. Not sure if I had caught on to any of that. And I was supposed to be paying attention! The only things that really got my attention was his anxiety and sensory issues. So we have his evaluation scheduled next week, thanks to the Trigger Thumb surgery. Else it might have been a month!

Would really like other people's input on this or their experience. I don't think he has ASD. I have another meeting with The Teacher tomorrow.

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The Need for Routine

There were actually a whole series of these but I could never get Picasa to upload them all. (Note to self: See your C: drive for the rest of these videos...)

If you click on the link above you will see a mighty hilarious show. What you would have gathered from the series of videos is that The Elder had created a little routine to the video. In the one video here it looks like just random "dancing" but it actually was a rather evolved routine. He even told me later, "when the pink lights come, I do this." and he struck a pose (the one where he kinds looks like superman about to take off). It was adorable. In each video there was an new step added to the routine somewhere in there. My favorite? The Jazz Hands (which actually looked like he was waving good-bye).

The more intriguing fact of this event, was that music video he was dancing to was on an informational DVD that directors receive early for the upcoming product launch. We are coming out with a
very cool customizable compact (not trying to give myself a plug here but it really adds to the hilarity of this story) with interchangeable products. I guess the mechanical nature of the commercial really fascinated him. He kept telling me that he wanted one. Well, I got a free one when i was in Houston and he stole it from me!!! I gotta figure out how to get that back!

In previous videos if I can get The Hub to post it, you can see The Younger playing his "guitar" using a DVD. It is pretty funny. He said, "I play 'tar.....Daddy play cheese." He was using his camera to video it all. Get it? camera? cheese? Har har har!!

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Saw The Super Doc again today solo. I totally love her. How could I be so incredibly blessed to have resources in my life that I click with and truly have my best interest at heart. Keep in mind she is The Hub's Doc, but she wants to make sure that I am sane! I love it! Well, I'm one step closer to trying some treatment for ADHD. Sounds ridiculous to some but I am of the thought if I don't try it, I will never know if I need it or can live without it. So I have about a week until I see the Drug Doc.

Find Out How to Get Support

OK I've got a bunch of modest friends. Kudos to you Marla for posting a comment!! You get a big fat mwah from me!!!! Pass it on with pride and love (don't take the easy way like I did...)

Elissa and I have many crossover readers but I want to post this here to get additional feedback. Hop over to Elissa's post and post your comment. I'm going to quote here here for my journaling purposes:

From Managing Autism - A Personal View:

I mentioned in a post a couple of days ago, that my recent search for help and advice with Jack had people asking me where we usually turn for help and assistance when things get tough or ‘challenging’ or when we just need to talk through stuff…..

A friend of mine spoke to me recently about the troubles that she was facing with people close to her - that they were insensitive to her and her child in relation to her child’s autism. She was becoming increasingly upset with the thoughtless remarks, and was at a loss as to what to do and how to approach the issue with these people… particularly when many of the insensitivities were displayed in public and she didn’t want to cause any problems between herself and these people…..

And I posted a while ago on a topic that many parents of children with autism face - that of being judged by others, and the grief of self judgement.

So all of this has had me thinking… when times are difficult and especially challenging with our children, when people are insensitive to our needs and our children’s needs, and when we’re going through the times of self-judgement and judgement from others - where do we go for support, and who do we find support from…?

… and then how do we deal with the unsupportive influences in our lives…?

I am very fortunate to have my parents who are very supportive of Jack’s needs and our needs as a family. I also rely heavily on my blogging friends for a support network of others who are facing similar things in their lives - and who are very generous with advice and support! I visit an online forum when I can, and I do have a couple of friends who I can call on for a ‘chat’ when things get tough and I need a friendly understanding face.

And of course, there are a couple of people close to us who really have no interest in recognising Jack’s Autism Spectrum Disorder, or maybe they do recognise it, but they just don’t stop to think that perhaps their thoughts and actions (or lack of thought and action) are hurtful and unsupportive…

But where else does the support come from?

Some of the professionals and therapists we have worked with over time have been incredibly supportive - both practically speaking and from an emotional aspect as well…

… but what do people do, and where do people go when they have little support around them?

… and how do people handle others around them who are totally insensitive… surely there must be a way to deal with the thoughtless remarks whilst still maintaining some sort of relationship with people.

I’d really love to hear people’s thoughts and ideas on this… for myself, for my friend, and for all of us…

… after all, we all need support. :-)

I had a strong reaction to the following comments:
Marita Says:
"The other problem is one sister-in-law and her husband who can not understand and think I am over reacting and there is nothing wrong. I emailed all our family when Heidi got into Kalparrin Early Intervention to celebrate our great news. Problem SIL reply was “and this is good?”."
Casdok Says:
"As to insensitive remarks, you do grow a thick skin. But sometimes it isnt enough."

Marla Says:
"We have lost lots of friends and I would say that visually M does not appear to have that many difficulties, at first. That could be why many friends just don’t get it. Over time they don’t want to hear about it and it really upsets me when they don’t offer any supportive words or go on and on about every little achievement their children are making and then act bored when I talk about M.

But, complaining does not help the situation. I guess I have found it is easier to let friends go and distance from family that just does not get it. I don’t have the energy anymore to put up with dumb comments."

Lou Says:
"And now Zach is in a school where they are ALL geeks, all brilliant - all special. So he doesn’t stand out like a sore thumb anymore. He fits in. And he has blossomed and prospered. Of all of the issues and people he has encountered in his life, it has been his contemporaries who have caused him the most bother. And now that he is in an environment where his contemporaries are just as blissfully unaware of their surroundings as he is - they don’t look for the ‘oddball’, single him out, verbally, emotionally and physically abuse him - he feels safe to be himself."

And I just love Sheri's attitude that she has learned to develop. I can relate to her comment in nearly every way.

Click here to view all of the responses thus far. I've only read the first 6 as of right now, as that is all there is but I suspect there will be more because this is an issue that truly needs addressing. You may not have a child with ASD, but maybe ADHD or some special needs. Where do you get your support?

Sick but productive...

OK, I got my share of the bug... Getting over it as we speak but still haven't had anything to eat in over 24 hours. Almost 30 hours.

But the good news is that before I got sick sick yesterday I was able to get the TEIS referral for The Younger. The Teacher had coached me on what to say when I asked for the referral. Seeing that The Younger's fine motor skills are that of an 8 year old, she said that just asking for an OT evaluation wouldn't suffice, because he would pass the fine motor skills testing with flying colors. Instead she suggested I use words like desensitizing, and higher than normal anxiety, even using the word "daredevil." One thing that I thought to add on my own was the fact that he picks at his scabs and lips until they bleed. I got a good reaction out of them with that one. My final statement included something like, "His brother has Asperger's so we were told to lay low as he might be learning these behaviors but when I was seeing a different kind of sensory processing in him, and the increase in anxiety, I began to worry." Her immediate reaction was "Yes we can do the referral and you are absolutely doing the right thing."

That made me feel so good. I guess because I wasn't going to be a warrior about this but knew that if he could get into OT it would be great, but that if he didn't, it wouldn't be the end of the world, especially since we have The Super Doc and The Teacher to kind of give us advice along the way, not to mention the experience we have with The Elder. But to have someone else acknowledge that you are doing the right thing for your child and it involves getting him help (state funded help for that matter), it really is a pat on the back. It makes me grateful for not waiting because he will be 3 later this year and would be "too old" for TEIS. So how blessed am I to have people in my life who are bringing this to my attention before I missed the boat?? Thank goodness for people who are teaching me to be a warrior instead of succumbing to complacency. Mandolin Mom taught me a phrase today that I'm excited about using..."Well, this is unacceptable." Scares me a little, but I'll have to put on my big girl panties on one of these days because my boys need me to be a warrior for them. I won't always have The Teacher in my court...

Also yesterday before the major sickies I was able to write this letter:


February 4, 2008

To Whom it May Concern:

This is in response to the letter asking parental feedback regarding the upcoming year. One of the things that pleases me the most about the current program that my child is in, is that not only is he in a structured setting but he is also learning. He has made more progress in the last 4 months than he has with OT and ST alone. At the previous 4 preschools that he attended, the structure was much looser and the agenda was based on the typical children and left no room for dealing with sensory issues, leaving him misunderstood and being asked to leave each program. The program at KES has teachers and aides who not only understand how to handle the autism, but also is firm in what my child needs in order to "survive" kindergarten and dedicated to working with the parents to help in transitions.

My biggest fear for the upcoming year is that my only 3 options would be:
  • Send him to Regular Ed Kindergarten at a very young age (DOB 7/08/03) without any resources.
  • Send him to private PreK, the very same situation as the previous 4 schools who could not handle him.
  • Keep him home which would lack the proper structure he needs to prepare him for Kindergarten.
My suggestion would be having a transition class that is structured just like Kindergarten. He would attend the same hours he would as if he were in Kindergarten, 5 days a week. The only way we know how he will handle the transition of kindergarten is to simulate it as closely as possible. This includes perhaps having a "reverse" inclusion setup where typical children would be in the classroom, but at an even ratio, or 2:1 ratio of Asperger children to typical children. I think doing it this way will ease the transition as my child relates to typical children at a slower pace, rather than bombarding him with 20 typical children at one time AND expecting him to perform his studies. Not only might that cause problems for the teacher staff, but might negatively affect the other children's learning, and negatively affect my son's self-esteem and confidence.

I really hope that this is seriously considered. As of right now, my child does not have an option that is in his best interest. I do not want to lose the progress that you all have worked so hard to make with him during this year. Please feel free to contact me if you need any more clarifications or additional input.

Thanks,

Lastly, I got a solo session with The Super Doc today. It was good. I guess I'll leave it at that. She does a good job of making me feel like I'm not a screw up!

The Good, The Bad, and The Pretty...

Yes I was in bed all day yesterday. No I wasn't sick sick like the poor family was while I was away. I was just totally zoned out and had no appetite. I guess that is the Bad. But hey, it was our day of rest...literally.

My glands are still swollen but at least I am functional today. The Good includes being able to catch the tail end of the superbowl. I really hate that I missed most of it but I think I truly saw the best part. I also hate I missed the commercials and the half time show. The other Good part is that I proceeded this morning in business as usual fashion. Well, business as usual in theory fashion, but today it wasn't theory it was reality. Here it is not even 10:30 yet and I've done everything on my "have to do" list!!!! I still have some on my "nice to do" list but I guess blogging would be on that list.

The Pretty includes how I feel. Usually Mondays are paperwork days, no appointments, no shower, leave on the pjs til noon type of days. But this morning after I got The Elder ready for school, I got ready...fixed my hair, put my face on (mascara and lipgloss and all), got dressed, and tackled the computer like it was a date or something.

Anyhoo, I'm having video conversion issues with the Need for Routine post that I promised everyone but I haven't forgotten. But I'll take a moment now to update everyone on The Teacher's visit.

Again, I have thoroughly convinced everyone that she is a goddess??? Well, she came and sat down and we didn't the normal, what have you implemented and what is working and what needs work, etc. I took an old hand towel from my mom's that was monogrammed and obviously very loved because it was about to fall apart. "Hey, mom, are you attached to this or can I have it?" I gave it to The Elder for his string tick. You could tell even in his emotionless reaction that he was relieved to have something that was OK to pull and break the strings on. So that was a "check" on the review. Unfortunately there are no more string to pull, but The Teacher suggested that I cut the fringe to simulate hair-cutting so he can be desensitized to falling hair. Hmmmm, interesting, though I think I'll pass on that. He actually did great with hair cutting this weekend. I didn't do a whole lot. Just trimmed the ducktail in the back and his bangs. I think if it grows out a little bit his cowlicks won't be such a pain.

Somehow the conversation came up about The Younger and some of the things that I was concerned about and she asked me to going into detail. I did and she sweetly suggested that I call his pediatrician to get a TEIS referral (Early Intervention - I'm not sure what the T and S stand for. My guess is Tennessee and perhaps Services) to get him into OT right away. She is so smart. She said, "There is nothing wrong with what he is doing but if he can get some Early Intervention, he can learn to control himself and learn other boundaries now versus learning them later when there could be worse consequences" (I think she was referring to adolescent behaviors and temptations like teen sex, drugs, etc.). Now The Elder's Psychologist told us to just watch him until he was 4 (some magic age) because much of what he does might be from mimicking his brother, which I totally agree. However, The Youngers Sensory issues are much different than The Elder's. The Elder has predominantly Sensory Aversions, whereas The Younger is Sensory Seeking. This explains alot. I'm not going to be a warrior on this like I was with The Elder because we both agreed that we didn't believe he has autism. But knowing what I know now about myself and my family and likewise about The Hub's and his family, it doesn't hurt to try to do whatever I can to get him help early. I often wonder how I might be different now had Early Intervention existed when i was a kid. My sensory issues can be just as hard to tolerate as The Hub's or The Elder's, and now The Younger's. But I am more confident about him because I was a Sensory Seeker as a little one and enough falling desensitized me. (Of course I was a cheerleader in college and really got hurt before I was desensitized but hey, better late than never.) If he has the special, inexplicable ability that I had to be aware of where you are in space, then falling was nothing to be afraid of (it somehow turned into falling gracefully) . I've never broken a bone in all of my dare devil antics (I've broken other people's bones and burned other people's legs jumping off motorcycles). I have my shared of aversions that bug the mess out of The Hub. Primarily my smell (olfactory - is that right?), texture in foods, and tactile defensiveness. I digress...

So The Teacher was a huge advocate in getting The Younger some help. Hey, anything to make a 2 year old more manageable! HAHAHAHA!

Now for The Elder, he has been constantly amazing me. I can still see his struggles but his ability to handle them has increased so much. You can see his little brain working. He's even joking now. This morning he didn't want to go to school (I'm going to need to find out what this trigger is - The Teacher insists it is normal but I'm ready for it to be booted out of our routine) so I ended up having to pick him up and carrying him to his room. It was actually cute, I had him behind the knees and he was sitting in my arms like he had fallen into the toilet or something. He could only kick his legs from the knee down which were away from my body. Very effective I must say. But we went about the morning routine and he was being defiant the whole time. Finally I said...

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. The easy way is where you get ready by yourself. The hard way is where you have NO CONTROL over getting ready."

"How 'bout........the medium way???"

I didn't know whether to be mad, proud, or burst out laughing!

Yay! I posted a comment!

The winner is Bonnie at Coffee Autism Faith Explored on this her post "A child is more than a label." Great post and discussion. 10 points to you!!

Bonnie's post struck a cord with me. I know I was run over by an amtrak when we got The Elder's diagnosis even though we were warned 6 months prior to his official diagnosis. In the beginning I think I threw out every excuse I could to "prove" he was NOT on the spectrum. Even once I realized what I was dealing with I wasn't really sure what I was dealing with. I relied so much on what other people were telling me that we needed. Even the school system was guiding him along to a special class (because we know how helpful they are and how much they have the student's best interest at heart, right?). Once the school system recognized that he needed intervention it was like it really sunk in. Then I did a 180 from the beginning and felt like I had to "prove" to everyone why he was on the spectrum, to justify his special treatment from the school system. I mean, all the other preschool moms had to pay for their child to go to private school and how was their child any different than mine. Well, that was really hard to answer because at the time I honestly didn't know the answer. As I began to learn more about the spectrum and more about where The Elder was on the spectrum (since each person IS different) I felt compelled to tell them (the people who asked the questions I formerly could not answer) what traits he exhibited that he was accepted into a special school where he get life training at age 4. "Well, my child does that." "Isn't that normal?" "Isn't that just being a boy/kid?" To which I go on the defensive and start being more specific. Now I'm digging my own hole because I'm labeling my own child which makes me feel like I'm being melo-dramatic and attention-seeking which is totally the opposite. I want people to be aware and to understand but I think I have just come to the conclusion that some people just do not and will not. For some people, it just may not be worth even starting the conversation.

To everything...my turn, turn, turn...

There again, another lyrical reference in my post title. That's pretty hilarious that I realized that about myself.

Anyhoo, I love the "spectrum" of responses that I got to my last post. Mandolin Mom sent me a text message saying, "when are we going to hear YOUR opinion?" So fair is fair.

When I had this group discussion in person, there was also a spectrum of responses. My final statement was that there isn't a "catch all" comfort phrase for everyone for every situation. In other words, a phrase may speak to one positively and offend another. I think that is what diversity is all about. Acceptance and tolerance is another issue...

I personally find a lot of comfort in knowing that everything happens for reason, season, or lifetime.. That thought gets me through (and will get me through) the toughest times of my life. Knowing that Someone Else is in control is very comforting and it allows me to enjoy my life.

It reminds me of the strategy that The Teacher gave me: "take away his control." In other words, I couldn't give The Elder a choice of what he wants to eat, to wear, to go, etc. I, as his care-taker, took care of that for him. He did not need to be responsible for such things. He did not need to worry about those things and build up his anxiety which came out in very impulsive, aggressive, and frustrating ways. I had a really hard time with this strategy. I was so used to giving him a choice of 2 things, mainly to just get a response from him since he did not answer open-ended questions. "Do you want oatmeal or grits for breakfast?" when I should have actually just said, "We are having oatmeal for breakfast." or "You will wear a coat to school." Again, SO hard for me to do. I still catch myself giving him choices where I shouldn't. (To clarify, picking a movie, toy, game, etc are fine choices. It was his basic needs that I needed to take full control of.) Shortly after starting (not perfecting) the strategy, we started to see a huge difference....he was "freed up to be a kid, have fun, relax, and be happy."

Similarly, I can act out impulsively, aggressively, and in frustrating ways when I'm trying to be in control and do it my way when it may or may not be obvious to me that I am not in control. It gives me much sympathy and empathy to my Kiddos when they are fighting me on things that they can't wrap their young brains around. There are just some things in life that I feel I will just never understand, but can rest in the assurance that somehow, somewhere, it is fulfilling its purpose, even if that purpose has absolutely nothing to do with me.

Great discussion guys! I might do this again sometime. I'm out of town this weekend but will do the drawing for some mystery prize from the responses to the last post (so get them in quick if you haven't yet...you got til Tuesday!!).

By the way, sorry I'm so behind writing at everyone's blog (including my own). I've been away from my computer a lot lately and have been reading posts on my Treo and it is a pain in the you know what to submit comments via a Smartphone! I shall return! Thanks for continuing to visit here and welcome new readers/commenters!

I'm still standing...

You can tell that I think in music. I have a lot of post titles that are songs. Ha!

Anyhoo, we have had a super busy weekend. The Younger has been sick with high fevers since Friday. I started seeing "clingy" signs on Thursday. If he wasn't sleeping, he was screaming. He was actually hilarious yesterday. He was screaming because he was hungry but didn't have an appetite or everything that he requested to eat didn't taste the way he wanted so he would pitch a fit. Finally I got some chips (Tangy Tomato from Flat Earth - yummy) that were pretty flavorful. He was screaming for me to share them with him (they were his). He commanded me to sit down on the floor with him and then literally took my hand and put it in the chips bag. "Share...with...me...mommy!" (said between sobbing)

When we wasn't screaming, he was sleeping. When he was sleeping we were working. I did an interview on Saturday so that got me out of the house YAY! When I was in the house we........ ORGANIZED THE CLOSET!! Now everything is FAR from clean, but it is all so organized that I was excited. And we spend very little money. I told The Hub how proud of myself I was to not be impulsive (ADHD in me?). Usually when I read things like The RB Book I will have grand visions and start working on it right away just to find out that it won't work, I won't like it, I won't do it, or I won't pay for it. But I waited and we actually have very few things to purchse before our masterpiece is complete! The key is that we were very honest with ourselves. Do I put my shoes here ot here....well, will I put them away if they are here? And so forth.

The Elder had a substitute teacher yesterday for part of the day and we got a note home that he had given the subs a hard time. Based on what The Teacher told me last visit, they have parents of former students of the class (all HFA/AS) to sub so that they know what they are doing (about as much as we all know what we are doing though I guess). He got up this morning and said he didn't want to go to school which is very strange. He said his head hurt but he wasn't acting sick so who knows what the true source of his avoidant behavior was because we went to school. It was like, once I finally got his clothes on, he magically wanted to go to school and he finished the routine without a word.

I wanted to post something on Friday to spawn a discussion/opinion poll but forgot so I'm going to make a separate post and maybe it will take the place of Success Sunday that I missed...

For the Visual

I'm including some visuals and commentary for The Hub's post today.

"The Elder begins to meltdown. He doesn’t want to eat his Oatmeal. He tosses his milk cup, gets naked, threatens to pee on the floor, runs to his room, screams, and when he is set into a “wait area” he is crying."
This is when the Younger announces to me that "Brother take off train jammy-jams."
"He’s in a state of not using his words to tell us what is bothering him, even though we know that he can. Everything is familiar… bowl, spoon, milk, even the presentation of oatmeal is the same. Telling him that he has to eat his breakfast is making him meltdown even further. My Lovely and Talented Wife put the timer on the stove and tells him that he has 5 minutes to eat his oatmeal and then finally we get some indication on why he has been acting like a maniac."
He kept saying over and over again that he needed help. In other words he wanted me to feed him. "I need help, see?" as he begins to scoop of some oatmeal and casually dump it on the table. "You know how to feed yourself. What else do you need?" "My L-Max" "I hear that, and I said you can have it after you eat." He throws the milk cup and the spoon across the table and starts to throw the oatmeal bowl. I stop him. So now he is scooping the oatmeal out of the bowl like it is play dough. But here is the thing...he started eating it off his fingers so I knew that he was hungry. Well, he has a fixation with numbers, especially a digital countdown. My exact words were that he had "until the clock says zero or he loses L-Max time." That gets him going just about as fast as reminding him that black things grow on our teeth if we don't brush them.

"But I need a different spoon"
"Would you like a smaller spoon?"
"Yes."
I look at The Hub, happy that we found the lightswitch, to let him know that THAT is what this was all about, since I'm not sure he would have picked up on that otherwise.

"It turns out that he didn’t want the spoon that I gave him. The same spoon that I’ve served him the last 3 times, instead he wanted the smallest (infant sized) version of our silverware. Once he got this spoon he ate his food without a problem and without fuss."
He even took a HUGE bite of oatmeal that barely would fit the large spoon, much less the infant spoon. That's when I said, let me get the camera and take a picture of that big boy bite. So literally less than 30 seconds after receiving the spoon of choice, this is what he looks like:




He even came to church with me this morning and we got no reports. No news is good right?

So even among the great things that are happening with his intervention, we still have moments like these throughout the day, which probably doesn't come to much of a surprise to those of you who live with ASD everyday huh?

I'm so glad that The Hub blogged about this scenario. His perspective is quite interesting, especially when you take in account the recovery period (even for an adult on the spectrum it takes time - thank you for being brave enough to bare your true self- the good, the bad, and the not so pretty). For me, these are mole hills, speed bumps, that just put a blip in your day until you can find a solution, or redirect. Barely different from that of a typical tantrum from a typical 4 year old. It doesn't affect the overall time management of my day more than a typical tantrum would. The difference is the source of the frustration and the fact there is almost always a solution (the lightswitch) that literally can take them from dark to light (one extreme to another). (For The Younger sometimes we have to just let him "cry it out" and he still holds a grudge against us! Ha!) The most frustrating part is when you can't find the solution because it is so way out there random. Today The Elder was ranting on and on and on about his L-Max. An outsider would think, "what a spoiled brat, there is a time to play and there is a time to eat. you've been told before that you can't play at table, and yesterday you complied without a word." When the truth is that his behavior had NOTHING TO DO WITH HIS DESIRE TO PLAY WITH THE L-MAX AT THE TABLE, OR BREAKING THE RULES, OR DISRESPECTING HIS PARENTS. It had to do with the fact that TODAY he had no confidence in using a regular size spoon. Maybe he is afraid that he will spill it on his lap (common reason in the past). That would make him less than perfect, and he can't let us think that, right? Maybe he remembered that ONCE UPON A TIME that one time someone fed him at the table while he played with his L-Max and that might be the solution to the fear he woke up to this morning, so he thought he would aggressively request for his L-Max in hopes that he wouldn't have to use the spoon himself and risk spilling the oatmeal. Does this sound familiar????

What's interesting is I wrote the last post last night, slept on it, had this experience this morning, read The Hub's post, and then went ahead and published and then followed up with this one.

Random Gut Reactions

Friday @ 1pm: I actually wrote this post last night and slept on it before I published it. I haven't re-read it before pushing the "Publish Post" button so I hope it has some flow to it...

This post is the result of random gut reactions to various things. The following articles spoke to me in various ways and I wanted to include them in my journal for various reasons. It's great to see that other parents can relate to what I experience on a daily basis (no matter how typical I sometimes try to make us appear on paper and in public). It's a relief to hear that people have seen the contradictions within the same person, the same day, the same 30 seconds, of one extreme to the other. I know that I'm incredibly blessed to be turned down for services because The Elder doesn't qualify. I know that I'm blessed for a thousand million reasons that somehow I married The Hub. But the blessings don't open a gate for us to escape autism.

Read this from a post at Momformation:

"Part of the reason I began writing about autism is that there’s so little information available. I know, it sounds nuts: if you Google the word “autism,” you’ll get over 18 million search results. But here’s the thing: most will focus on causation, many on treatment. If you read news articles, you’ll get the same result, except with more celebrities, statistics and fear-mongering. But precious few will give you any idea of what autism is like, really like, on a human level, day to day, for families like yours and mine.

"It’s not surprising, really. After all, autism is a spectrum disorder, which means that people with the same diagnosis can appear dramatically different. They may be verbal, nonverbal, hyperverbal. They can be acutely sensitive to sound, or appear as if they haven’t heard a word you’ve said. They can be constantly in motion, or quiet and still. They can crave touch, or avoid it at all costs.

"When my own son was diagnosed on the spectrum, I was shocked: he didn’t fit my image of what autism is supposed to look like. He’s funny, warm, playful and smart. He thinks farting in the bathtub is the the height of hilarity.He loves to play with cars, sing songs, look at his picture books and snuggle. But his language is delayed, and he struggles with peer play. He flaps his arms when he’s excited and can fixate on opening and closing doors when he’s anxious. He can count to ten in seven languages. but has trouble telling me what he did at school. He’s a handsome little bundle of contradictions, that one."

And I found this on Wrong Planet:
"I am a parent. I have Asperger's syndrome. I have two grown children, one of whom is on the autism spectrum. I am very aware of how parents can react to an autism spectrum diagnosis in their child. It's not hard to find descriptions of their reactions on autism support sites on the Internet or in the popular media. I know how my friends and acquaintances have reacted to their child's diagnosis. It's unfortunate that many parents are frightened by the diagnosis. It's tragic that they are frequently given endless amounts of bad advice which leads them to waste their time and energy and money. Some of the ways they react emotionally, and some of what they do to their child is, at the very least, less than optimal for their child's development."

"Autistic people contribute to their communities in many ways, no matter what constellation of obvious abilities and disabilities they demonstrate. Autistic people are valuable as they are. They don't have value only if they can be transformed into less obviously autistic people."

"Autistic children love their parents. You may have to learn to see how your child expresses affection and not take it personally if your child doesn't show affection in the way that typical children do. Deaf children may never speak the words, "I love you," and Deaf parents may never hear those words, but it doesn't mean that Deaf children don't love their parents. "


I think the most difficult part that I have as a parent and wife of persons with Aspergers Syndrome is balancing the the NT and ASD worlds. What the NT world expects in order for one to be successful. We can have a completely "NT Day" and then then next day be a total nightmare (we haven't had one of those is a while thank goodness). But worse, the flip flop of NT and ASD moments within the same day can send others confused, frustrated, angry, depressed, anxious, etc. Oftentimes for our household, it is these things that are the major contributions to the "social dysfunction" because the NT world doesn't understand and shuns them. Do the "Less Obviously Autistic People" of the world have it easier or harder? How do you "fit in" and embrace a neurodiversity philosophy at the same time? Is that possible? Is that smart? My boys have to "pretend to be NT" in order to be accepted, to survive a social without being asked a million times "what's wrong" or if they are "ok" or having a "good time," or to just have a conversation. The people who only know them when they are "playing NT" have no clue of who is truly in front of them. Of course to them they are "normal" because in some situations they have been adequately "trained" to appear so, whether through experience, habit, therapy, movies, or whatever. But at other times, they are "normal" because they naturally do and enjoy what would be considered "normal." I can definitely see how someone on the outside looking in could be totally confused by that. I guess that is why they are "Less Obviously Autistic People."

The Hub was raised in an NT world without knowledge of his ASD. He turned out fine. BUT I can tell how he is so much more relaxed to be himself and to be OK when he is not supposed to be himself ("play NT"). It is almost as if he took a bite of the apple and his eyes were opened and all these solutions to life-long questions and questions he didn't even know to ask came flying at him at warp speed. I experienced that too, but I'm sure for me it was on a much smaller scale. I have spent the last 19 months learning to understand why I was being driven away from my "perfect" family. What was wrong with me as a mother, wife, human being that I was so unhappy and unfulfilled among all these blessings? When we got a diagnosis, I had the most huge sigh of relief, and at the same time, a huge anchor landed in the middle of my chest. Since the diagnoses, we have been exposed to solutions that are working, and I am happier than I ever thought I could be. I went from feeling stuck to lovestruck. When The Hub does something quirky, it is so neat to understand WHY and be ok with it - to "forgive" it, if you will. The same for The Elder. I'm so relieved that he can even answer the question WHY now. It helps me get to answers and solutions so much faster, even though he still isn't always able to effectively articulate himself, especially in high stress situations. Usually I can translate it pretty fast. He is a happy kid I can tell. Now just like his dad, he would have turned out fine, but now he is going to be better than fine...because he bit the apple at 3 instead of 36.

They didn't all of a sudden become different people, I just had to muster up some patience, compassion, and change my perspective. The NT world sees an "angry face" but I see that his ears are hurting and he probably wants the radio turned down (or a different station). The NT world hears doors slamming but I hear a person so hyperfocused on a thought or task that he forgot to monitor his proprioceptive reaction. The NT world witnesses a bite (for The Elder) or an uncomfortable stare/complete avoidance (for The Hub) and I see him at a loss for words to describe either or both his positive and negative feelings that may or may not be directed at me. The NT world thinks he is rude, disrespectful, and only thinks about himself, but I can just laugh at the irony in that, resting in peace to know that I have true gentlemen in my house. The NT world says "Oh he's just being a kid" or "that's because he's a man" and I say that those are also labels. I personally like the Asperger Label better because it initiates feelings of passion to succeed and a desire to overcome obstacles, whereas the others elicit feelings of complacency, a dead end, lower expectations, regression to being average. But I guess that is what "normal" means huh?

Then no, siree...I do NOT have a normal family and I love and accept them!

First week back

Oh my goodness - The Elder has gotten Good marks across the board everyday this week. I'm trying not to get too excited because it always seems to come back and bite me in the butt when I do. But honestly he has been really communicating very well lately. He's very much so a rule boy. Yesterday he was telling me how he had "two rules." He never completely told me what they were but he was very "grown-up" as he was announcing them.

I have been using the "Use your words" technique for sometime, but now that he is actually using them, I have to really think about what words I give him to use. About 2 weeks ago I started using the phrase "Mommy will handle this" so that he has a default thing to say when he doesn't know what to say. For example if The Younger is "bahvering" The Elder and he doesn't know how to "redirect" him, instead of pushing him, I'm trying to coach him to say "Mommy will handle this" and then come get me. Today was the first time I actually heard him saying it.

"What happened here?"
"I just pushed him onto the thinking chair." (It's a chair that resembles the Blue's Clues thinking chair)
"Why did you do that?"
"He was ........ with the bottle." (I'm not sure what the verb was here. Something like squishing, I assumed he was bothering The Elder by making too much noise with the plastic water bottle while he was playing a video game.)
"It's OK for him to do that, but it's not OK for you to push him. If you don't like what he is doing, what words should you say?"
"Mommy.....Mommy...You can handle this."

This is all good and well until the day comes and I can't handle it. Anyone got a better suggestion of a phrase I ought to be using instead?

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The Younger is exhibiting some traits that are starting to get me concerned. The Elder's psychologist told me not to worry about him until he is 4 because he might be imitating his brother. Which does totally make sense, but he is so smart which is supposed to be a warning sign according to The Elder's OT from last year (who got the dx ball rolling).

Today he wanted to watch the Polar Express and he was matching up words on the screen with the words on the DVD case. He learns things very fast, not just visual things though. Like languages, he started learning Portuguese from The AP so fast that I started to think I perhaps I should start teaching him Tagalog - my parents native language. So he is learning, English, Spanish, Portuguese, and Tagalog all at the same time! And doing well at it. At least vocabulary. He knows most of his colors (but he doesn't distinguish between blue and sky blue though like The Elder did at his age), even pink (of course), and he knows his shapes - square, rectangle, circle, triangle, oval, star, heart, diamond, and octagon. He learns lyrics immediately and sings along to everything. He finishes my sentences when I recite the Lord's Prayer. He recognizes letters and numbers, and can count to 15 without help..higher with help. He's OCD and ADHD wrapped up in a cute little ball. Mood swings out the wazoo, but then again...He's 2 and a half. His memory is just amazing. But he is incredibly social. Gives the best bear hugs, pretends like a champ, is developmentally on track or above average. I can see a huge difference between him and The Elder at the same age (except for intelligence level).

So then I'm back to square one of not being concerned at all. I think I'm just afraid that it is going to sneak up on me and I want to be prepared. Again, it's that fear of getting ahead of myself vs. the fear of not being prepared. Never having a "typical" 2 year old, it's like have a first child again and I'm not really sure what to expect. What a weird feeling.

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Well, yesterday I missed my first day of the year of working on the book. =o(
I guess I'll make up for it over the weekend perhaps and have 2 sessions on one of the days.

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AND and and and...I'm a SOLD fan of mind-mapping. I wish I had invented it.

First Day Back to School

Well, the Winter Break is over and The Elder went back to school today. I had to work this morning and had my phone to go off in time for me to meet him at the bus and I just barely made it. It was a nice warm day today so they got to play outside on the playground which always makes for a happy preschooler.

I wrote a note to The Teacher this morning seeing if she could observe him at choir because that starts tomorrow but we are not going yet (plus his best buddy is having a birthday party!). She is going to try to clear it with the school board to see if she can. I tell you something, she is so amazing. It would be so easy for her to say, "No, that is outside of contract hours and it is not a contract school." But she is going to try to get it cleared so she can help him. It is so obvious how much she loves the kids. I'm so lucky that mine is in her classroom.

He got Good marks across the board today which is fantastic considering he hasn't been in school for 2 weeks, but am not surprised I suppose because he has been controlling himself very well lately and he is a huge creature of habit and routine. So am I, I suppose because I have had a very productive 2 days now that we are back in our normal routine. I did change my schedule around a bit to make Monday a work day so that I could start the week off right instead of moping around being sad about what didn't get accomplished over the weekend and taking that out on The Younger by trying to make up time cleaning/organizing/fixing etc and totally neglecting him. Yesterday I had BOTH checking accounts balanced by 10:18am and I hadn't entered a single transaction in about a month (well, ok, 2)! Scary I know, but what an accomplishment (*patting myself on the back*)! So now my One-on-One day with The Younger is on Thursdays and I get to take him to the Library and walk around the greenway at the park by the Library! Bonus...exercise!

Speaking of controlling himself, The Elder did remarkably well today as The Younger was being a total younger sibling nuisance and crawling all over him and completely violating The Elder's personal space.

"You're bahvering me....Quit bahvering me...Get...off, please...I said, GO AWAY, PLEASE."

How polite.

So what you're really saying is...

Our new neighbors are really nice. They will be officially our neighbors next Saturday. They don't have kids and didn't seem to mind having mine run all through their yard so that was a good sign. I did offer them the Boys' services in a couple of years for leaf raking (we live in leaf haven - so fun in the fall - wrong!). Me and The Lady Neighbor got a long great! I love making new friends. The Guy Neighbor is also a techie-domestic type so he and The Hub were getting along well. I love it when he meets someone that he feels comfy with right from the get-go. It makes me feel really good about The Elder's future social skills.

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The Younger lately has been going through this hilarious/frustrating phase. It is like having another first child because he's doing a lot that The Elder didn't do at this age. Is bipolar disorder an "Age 2" side effect? One second he's the happiest dude on earth and then he turns into to satan. It's humorous (unless I'm cranky). We've also discovered that you have to wait a full 60 seconds after you ask him a question before you get the REAL answer. And you definitely can't bank on the first response to be the true answer....sometimes you can't even bank on the 2nd one to be right. But typically you can trust the 3rd one.

"I'm Firsty."
"Let's go get some milk."
"No! I don't want milk!"
"OK we can get juice. Would you like juice?"
"I want apple juice.
(wait for it....)
"No! I don't want juice!!! No juice!!" (thrashing about on the floor)
"I want milk."

Now, I can go get him something to drink with 99% confidence that he is getting what he wants. Sometimes he has a decent reaction.

"What color straw do you want - red or green?"
"Green.
(The Hub tosses the red one in the sink at the same moment that The Younger recants his answer)
"No! I want red straw!"

No meltdown really occurred with that one as Mr. OCD is a tiny germaphobe. All we had to say was that "it's dirty now" for him to reject the red and accept the green straw he was given.

But sometimes you just can't follow his thought pattern. Today he was sitting on the counter eating the chicken off the bone from my plate as The Hub was cutting the meat off the bone for him. So I ask,

"Are you ready to eat some chicken?"
"Yes!" (very enthusiastically)
"OK, let's go sit at the table."
"No! I don't want chicken!"
"I'll get some ketchup for you to dip!"
"I DON'T WANT CHICKEN!"
(melt down on the mini-trampoline)
"I'll just put your plate here for when you're ready to join us."

More thrashing occurs while we continue dinner. He hasn't had a nap today and he was playing in the neighbors yard pretty hard, so cranky is a little expected. The Hub and I engage in a conversation about his suspected gluten-attack as he was very sleepy. I suggested that he make a protein smoothie. The Younger LOVES "schmooovies" so I asked him if he wanted some too.

"Yes, I want schmoovie........No, I want ketchup."
So I gave him some ketchup and he ate all of his chicken.....AND had some schmoovie too.

It's a Great Day

Well, my schedule got thrown off a tad because The AP is sick, but already had the kids lined up to be occupied, but I just feel really bad for her. I still got to shower on time to greet my customer with mascara and dry hair (and clothes too, of course), but as she was leaving the bus pulled up. Welp, there goes my morning plans to get "it" together.

Updated at 7:01pm
OK, so today didn't quite go as planned. The Housekeeper called and said she was sick. BUT but but she is coming on Saturday while we are gone, so I get to come home to a clean house! Yay! When The Elder got off the bus I said, "After lunch today, you're going to help me wrap gifts."

"You can do it aaaaaalllllll by yourself."

I think he was trying to be encouraging...he eventually helped me and I got some pictures on my camera, but I dropped it so it is broken for now. Great timing. Anyhoo, when I checked The Elder's folder, he got one big circle around the GREAT's. Not only was it his first GREAT mark, but they were ALL marked Great!! I'm so excited!!

The Teacher came and it was just the two of us. It was really good. I'm telling you I am in LOVE with this woman! I was not anxious at all. The Elder gave me opportunity to have to "parent" him and The Teacher actually praised me instead of correcting me this time! One of her philosophies that explains his improvement in behavior this week is that we are taking control away from him and he is freed up to be a kid, have fun, relax, and be happy. As opposed to uptight and anxious and stressed over making decisions as simple as "what do you want to eat for breakfast?" Looking at it that way, I don't feel so mean!

She gave me homework to do - at least one activity a day that is completely parent-driven. He gets no input and no choice but to follow my directions. She wants to keep the momentum going over the 2-week break while he is on the upswing of progress. He also has an obsession of pulling strings, which I've mentioned in this blog on my very first post:

B4. Two things come to mind when I read this. The Elder's obsession with strings - pulling and picking them out of clothing, bedding, throw pillow, furniture. Drives me mad! We have fluff falling out of every pillow and my jacquard comforter is "hairy" from all the broken strings hanging out of it. The other thing is his intense fear of buttons, though his dad and I just realized that it might be the button holes he dislikes. We might have to test that theory.
Her suggestion is to get a cheap towel from Walmart and only allow him to pull the strings on that until it is demolished. She said if it continues in the future, then he must be responsible for replacing his own towel. She predicts that I will have few academic concerns in the future and wants to focus on the behaviors. So in a Gold Star system, I need to pair a task that is simple that I know he can do, like putting on his shoes by himself, with a task that is a little more challenging for him, like sitting at the table for 5 minutes during a meal. A preferred with a non-preferred, and then extend the time/complexity of the task as he gets consistent. The hardest thing she is asking me to do is balance praise. I'm so used to "Thank You"-ing him and "Good Job"-ing him that it is very difficult for me to just sit there. She said praise is GREAT, but to not over-praise. He should not be praised for something that he is capable of doing and is expected to do, for example, sitting at the table during a meal. But to praise him when he does something that maybe he was incapable of doing before, and then raise the bar. For example, the fact that he knew to hug his brother when he slammed the door on his finger. I praise him for acknowledging it and then I pair the emotion to the body language. "That is so great that you comfort your brother when he is sad. I can see you were sad too because of your frown."

Very enlightening session and I hope others will get something from this post too.

Once The Hub came home, The Kiddos had found some microphones and were on the couch stage while we were on the floor audience watching them sing. We have a electric piano with a DEMO mode that The Elder has memorized (classical music) and a Snowman playing Carols on a piano that both have memorized (so cute) and they were performing a duet to the Clav and Honky Tonk demos on the piano playing simultaneously with the snowman singing a "Let it Snow/Jingle Bell Rock/Have a Holly Jolly Christmas" medly. If my camera hadn't been broke, I would've gotten video.

So now it is after 7pm and I haven't finished laundry, nor packed, nor come even close to getting the van ready. But Tulip Mom inadvertently issued a challenge so I'm still going to go for it!! All I need is a little extrinsic motivation to get me going. So what will that award be called?

Conversation

"It's time to go to school."
"I'm coming."
(You can hear him trying to get out of The Skipper Dog's travel cage. What is the deal with kids and cages?)
"OK, I'm here."

The Hub and I just looked at each other with this "what just happened here" look. He was compliant and used appropriate timely responses to communicate his intentions without the need for repeating on our part. Yahoo!

We have our monthly meeting with The Teacher today. I cannot wait! Doesn't that sound a little odd? I've just been so proud of him lately and the strides that he has made at home since being in school that I want to hear how he's doing at school. The next step will be community and how to transfer his skills to church and other public places, which I think will be simple (note I didn't say easy). The only issue I have is hyperactivity, but then again, he IS four! I'm actually really enjoying seeing the two boys just being boys and romping around the house chasing the dog, wrestling each other to the ground until someone screams, and dragging packaging materials all through the house. I'm NOT enjoying cleaning up after them.

I feel very good today. I think I'll be productive. The Gma is coming to get The Younger for the day while I get us ready for our trip. The Elder and I are wrapping gifts when he gets off the bus (he's been practicing at school) and then we are meeting with The Teacher. The Housekeeper is coming to make me very happy. Then The Hub and I are planning to load up the minivan tonight (36 hours early). I'm being very optimistic!!

Victory!

Thank you to everyone who signed the online petition!!!

From ASAN:

I am pleased to inform you that this afternoon the NYU Child Study Center announced that they will be ending the "Ransom Notes" ad campaign in response to widespread public pressure from the disability community. You can read that announcement here (at the NYU Child Study Center's website). The thousands of people with disabilities, family members, professionals and others who have written, called, e-mailed and signed our petition have been heard. Today is a historic day for the disability community. Furthermore, having spoken directly with Dr. Harold Koplewicz, Director of the NYU Child Study Center, I have obtained a commitment to pursue real dialogue in the creation of any further ad campaign depicting individuals with disabilities. We applaud the NYU Child Study Center for hearing the voice of the disability community and withdrawing the "Ransom Notes" ad campaign.

Twenty-two disability rights organizations came together to ensure the withdrawal of this advertising campaign. Our response to this campaign stretched continents, with e-mails, letters and phone calls coming from as far away as Israel, Britain and Australia. The disability community acted with a unity and decisiveness that has rarely been heard before and we are seeing the results of our strength today. Our success sends an inescapable message: if you wish to depict people with disabilities, you must consult us and seek our approval. Anything less will guarantee that we will make our voices heard. We are willing to help anyone and any group that seeks to raise awareness of disability issues, but those efforts must be done with us, not against us. This is a victory for inclusion, for respect and for the strength and unity of people with disabilities across the world. It is that message that has carried the day in our successful response to this campaign. Furthermore, we intend to build on this progress, not only by continuing a dialogue with the NYU Child Study Center and using this momentum to ensure self-advocate representation at other institutions as well, but also by building on the broad and powerful alliance that secured the withdrawal of these ads in the first place. We are strongest when we stand together, as a community, as a culture and as a people.

Thank you to all of you who have made this victory possible. Remember: "Nothing About Us, Without Us!"

Regards,
Ari Ne'eman
The Autistic Self Advocacy Network, President
http://www.autisticadvocacy.org
info@autisticadvocacy.org
732.763.5530

Special Interest

Ten Points to every geek person who can help me resolve this problem that Marla comments on here.

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Yesterday, I pulled this drawing out of The Elder's folder in his backpack and just totally cracked up about it. He has been getting Good marks lately at school which might be why he's been overly hyperactive at home and not wanting to answer too many questions. When he doesn't want to think about how to respond to a question, his answer is "trains."

"What day is today?"
"trains."
"Where are your glasses?"
"trains."

So this was just a funny.

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Yesterday we also went through a toy magazine and I had him point out his favorite toys.

"Well, first it's trains." (to the tune of "duh")
"What's your second favorite?"
"This one." (it was like a hot wheels track)
"What is your favorite toy that doesn't have wheels?"
"Let's go to Arts & Crafts."
(He sounded like The Teacher here)
"This one." (it was a build and paint a train craft!)
"That has wheels. Which is your favorite without wheels?"
"Just the paint."

To paint the train, no doubt.

If you haven't signed it yet...


Click here to get background information regarding this horrible Ad Campaign. Rescue Me: The NYU Child Study Center’s Ransom Notes Ad Campaign is one of many post regarding this issue and includes many links to other people's point of views as well. This is NOT just for Autism but for other disorders that affect someone you know even if you don't know that you do because so many are hidden.

I wanted to include a special link to Maternal Instincts...Flying By the Seat of My Pants: In the Blink of An Eye, because I've been wanting to blog about this for sometime but couldn't really get my thoughts together about it with the crazy busy week, and Niksmom tends to always give me perspective when I read her posts and watch her videos of the love and joy and triumph in her family. Down days are obvious and inevitable with any disorder (much more with multiple issues). Shoot, down days are inevitable period! You don't have to add neurological differences to expect that! But what the public doesn't see are the daily victories we as the parents see in every moment.

Today The Elder accidentally slammed the front door on his brother's finger. I heard The Younger scream (you know the one - the "I'm not kidding, I'm really in terrible pain" scream) and when I got to the door, The Elder was holding him. He didn't know what to say, but he knew what to do. He had a neutral look on his face and when I asked what had happened, The Elder said matter of factly,

"I just cwosed the door on brother's hand."
"Did you say you were sorry?"
"No, I just hug him."
"That was perfect and I bet you made him feel better." (as The Younger was screaming his head off)

If you don't have a child with autism, maybe the matter-of-fact, unfeeling, robotic tone of voice may not be good enough. Maybe he must apologize and "mean it" before it is acceptable. If you have a child who has autism, you know what a big deal that is. How many times before today did he hurt his brother and not even acknowledge it? Maybe he would just walk or run away ranting "di di di di di" or plugging his ears at the sound of the screams and then hit The Younger over and over again because it was hurting his ears and hitting was the only way he thought he could get him to stop crying.

He is amazing. He has to learn how to act and how to feel where others have instinct and intuition for that. He has to memorize consequences for his actions where others have common sense for that. He is more polite than a lot of "typical" 4 year olds I know, and once you get it into his routine, he is more consistent and accurate than a lot of "typical" adults I know. He appears to be "normal" when he has his "game on" because he is being trained now to do and know the things through "early intervention" that other parents take for granted that their children will just learn one day, which maybe they will or maybe they won't.

But if your child doesn't receive "early intervention" does that mean these Ransom Notes are fingered at you to get your child out of bondage? No! These Ransom Notes drive a wedge between the child and the rest of the world. They scream out to the child "You are different and you need help and you need help now or you will be helpless because it is only going to get worse." That is what I feel like they say. What kind of awareness are they trying to spread? Are we really in a minority, especially when you consider the loved ones who have "second hand autism/adhd/depression/etc." Do our families need to be fixed or do others need to be more tolerant/accepting/respectful? The Hub is 36 years old and found out 2 months ago that he is autistic. Does that make him *poof* a victim? Was he robbed of a glorious life because he is autistic? No! He has two beautiful children and a good education and job (and me, of course) - a good life. No he's not a victim...he's a VICTOR, and so is The Elder and so is YOUR CHILD. They work harder on a daily basis to merely exist in this world of normal expectations than us "lazy" neurotypicals who can do it naturally.

For the people behind this campaign who might think our life with autism is so horrible and unfulfilling, I beg to differ. I gush with pride when The Elder says, "I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to Daddy" (even if he is just asking to turn on the radio), when he eats everything on his plate, when he uses a fork or spoon, when he sleeps with socks on his hands because he has a hangnail, when he gets dressed/undressed by himself, when he doesn't cover his ears in the public bathrooms, when he poops, when he names all of the Thomas trains and accessories, when he corrects me ("Mommy, you missed the turn."), when he pretends to be "Dog #2," when he pretends "incorrectly" (serving me pretend food/drink by covering my mouth as if to kidnap me), when he touches something gooey, when I say OW and he said, "Are you OK, Mommy?" all the while never moving his gaze away from the computer, I get teary when I hear "I love you" even if its one of the scripts. This might sound like an ordinary life to them, but to us, it is extraordinary!