Teaching my son how to tie his shoes has been a long term project. I thought I'd tried just about every method when I came across a brilliant blog post showing an easier method for teaching how to tie shoes.
For many of you this may be old news, so please accept my apologies for being late :-) Here's the post from AutismAwareness.com, Easiest Way to Teach Your Kid How to Ties Their Shoes. I found this method to be ingenious and it works. I hope it works for you too.
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Friday, May 27, 2016
You don't really know how amazing it can be to have a verbal conversation with your kid until you have that first one and then you pray that it happens again.
I can't remember the last time my son uttered a sentence, wait, yes I can. He was 7 years old and he didn't want to eat his peas. I listened as he sat at the table complaining about the peas on his plate. I chose to pretend to ignore him. He got so made. He couldn't see me grinning. It was one of those precious rare moments when my son uttered something...anything. His voice barely audible and his words unintelligible, but I found his conversation about the peas to be completely and utterly delightful. It's the little things.
It's no secret that I talk to my son all the time. My friends do too. We ask questions and always pause to give H time to answer. He typically doesn't, but ever so often he does. Tonight I was blessed to have a conversation with him. It by no means was a typical conversation, but very much a conversation nonetheless. He's 16 now and still only utters a word or two every so often. Facial expressions and gestures are his primary mode of communication. Tonight while giving H his last round of medicines. I struck up a conversation about a behavior that he developed around the time he started having gut issues and seizures. It started off as excessive drooling and developed into excessive spitting. Funny, spitting (toothpaste) was one of the long standing goals on is ISP that I though he'd never ever achieve and now I can't get him to stop at all. I even catch him practicing his technique in bathroom sometimes.
I hope this subject is not gross you out, but this is how our story goes.
Here's the conversation:
H: Indicates that he wants to go spit.
Mom: Try to swallow if you can. Here's your medicine, that will help. I believe you will learn how to swallow your spit again. You used to before your seizures.
H: Do not...
Mom: You do not want to or you do not know how?
Mom: Repeats the question.
Mom: Repeats the question again.
Mom: That's okay, if you want to try we will figure it out. Okay?
H: Okay (smile)
My eyes are tearing even now. This is only the second verbal conversation we've had. What can I say, my heart is skipping around my chest. I feel like our connection is becoming so much stronger. There was a connection...an understanding that was indescribable. I'm thankful for this moment.
Friday, April 1, 2016
I speak specifically about moms/women taking their sons and male clients into the women's restroom because I've not known or seen dads take their daughters into the men's restroom. I don't think they do. Do they? Correct me if I'm wrong. Dads, what do you do when your little girl has to use the restroom and mommy's not around? If you do have to take her into the men's room, does it feel awkward or is it as natural as it is for mom to take either child into the ladies room?
Of course these issues are not as prevalent as they were before the light bulb came on illuminating the much needed unisex and family restrooms. As a matter of fact, in our local grocery store they now have both men's and women's restrooms accommodated with infant/child changing tables. It's about time.
At what age should moms stop taking their sons into the women's restroom? And does the general rule apply to special needs children and adults? My son is 16 now. He's accustomed to going into both women's and men's restrooms. That being said, it is rare for him to go into the ladies room these days, but he doesn't see anything wrong with using either one. Is that wrong? What are the safety issues? Personally, I would be uncomfortable seeing a teenage male walk into the ladies room unescorted and not knowing his circumstances. I think about those things when I'm out with my son. I make it a point to escort him to public restrooms. If there are several males in the men's room I usually take my son to the ladies room. No one seems to mind as long as I'm with him. However, If my son walks into the men's room before I get a chance to check it out, I usually follow him to the door and with the door wide open I loudly proclaim that I am right outside the door and will come in if deemed necessary. Let the record show, I will walk by any number of male genitalia to insure the safety of my son. Hmph.
Thank goodness for the all inclusive single bathrooms. No fuss, no muss just use and flush.
Thursday, March 3, 2016
I’d like to take a moment to give a shout-out to one of my favorite bloggers. Her name is Kathy Hooven and her blog, The Awenesty of Autism, http://www.awenestyofautism.com/blog. Kate reveals a warm, compassionate, empathetic insight on life as a mom of a child on the spectrum. Her words will usher you through your own experiences, as if flipping the pages of your life while you laugh with her, cry with her, rejoice with her and problem solve with her. Kate’s unique and passionately descriptive way of detailing the finite while admitting she doesn’t always get it right is priceless.
I look forward to sitting with a cup of tea and reading Kate’s take on the good, the bad and the questionable aspects of life for her son. Various issues come full circle as she takes on her perspectives, hopes, and dreams coupled with the knowledge she gains about her son’s perspectives, hopes, and dreams. Kate seemingly does this with the greatest of ease even though I know for a fact it is not easy. Meanwhile, she lives each day, tackles each event and takes every moment in stride while remembering to breathe and indulge in an occasional glass of wine.
Thank you, Kate, for sharing your world with us and helping so many of us better understand our world as well.
Monday, January 4, 2016
Being a parent can be challenging at times. Even more so when you add global developmental delays, sensory processing disorder, intellectual disability, dyspraxia, gastrointestinal symptoms, sleep disorder, epilepsy and autism. So what do I get? A life filled with uncertainty preceded by hope.
Faith and hope are what pave my path. I could tell you my life has been one joyous event after another or I could tell you my life has been one disastrous challenge after another, either way I’d be lying. Life has been a treasure trove of peaks and valleys. Both of which are joyful and challenging. Both of which are necessary. They are the IT that gets us out of bed in the morning and they are the thing that makes us cry ourselves to sleep at night. Peaks and valleys are what shape us into the richly dynamic people that we are.
At the end of the day every challenge comes with a measure of success and every joy, gratitude.
If I had it all to do over again, I wouldn’t change a thing. I can’t begin to imagine my son being anyone other than who he is. I can’t imagine myself being anyone other than who I am. Are there days I get fed up and scream into a pillow…sure, but don’t all parents have days like that?
What matters most to me is who my son is, not his diagnosis. He’s a warm, charismatic, humorous, thinking individual who loves life and loves to love. He’s a helper by nature and a nurturer by example. I am in awe of his inner strength and ability to overcome adversity. He never lets anything keep him down for long and when life gets real hard, he still has hope. He never ceases to amaze me with his budding abilities. He is a master of resilience. I’ve learned so much about life and living from watching him. I don’t think it gets much better than that.
On the other hand, valleys are the residual of a world less receptive to disabilities. Valleys are the gawking stares and hateful words, the snickering behind ones back. Valleys are the abuse inflicted on us because we are thought to be of little or no value. Valleys are the injustice inflicted on those thought to have no voice or no feelings. Even to the professionals who take away hope and fill us with fear. Valleys are deep and wide and never ending.
There has to be balance.
If not for the valleys, what would we fight for? What would be the fuel for our fire, our passions?
Peaks and valleys will always come and go. What's most important? Not so much the fight it takes to get from one point to the other as it is to recognize what the peaks and valleys offer. They offer vital information and the growth needed to sustain us. Peaks and valleys force us to take pause, make mental check lists, reflect and deflect, regroup and get prepared for the next phase of the journey.
Galatians 5:22 (KJV) - But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,
Romans 5:3-4 (NIV)
Galatians 5:22 (KJV) - But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,
Romans 5:3-4 (NIV)
3 Not only so, but we[a] also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; 4 perseverance, character; and character, hope.
Dear God, please bless us all with the strength to stay on our path and the ability to endure it.
Posted by Autism's Love at 11:49 PM
As parents we often think that the trust our children have in us comes automatically. It seems to always work that way. Touch, smell and tone of voice are the first connections between baby and parent(s). The baby cries and the parent(s) responds. It doesn’t take long before baby realizes how to keep mommy and daddy on their toes. All of these wonderful things create a powerful bond between babies and their parents.
What happens if the child is not able to receive such stimuli be it because of logistics or differences in neurological function that make it difficult for the child to respond to or understand typical stimuli?
Trust doesn’t always come automatically. I found that out through my own personal experience as a parent.
My son arrives at 27 weeks two days. Motherhood does not resemble what I imagined it to be. At first, everything was going well. My baby was small, but feisty. At a week old he became very ill. Necrotizing enterocolitis (NEC) happened. Apparently his heart flap didn’t close so nourishing blood did not redirect to his gut and he developed an almost fatal case of NEC. One heart surgery and three gut surgeries later we are locked in a battle between life and death.
I tried to make the best of it, staying positive and be the best mommy our situation would allow. I visited my son daily, always doing as much as I could for him. The NICU nurses were better than wonderful. They always called to let me know if anything was changing or if I needed to come in to support him during rough times. I received those grim calls more time than I care to remember. It was a never ending rollercoaster ride.
Three months later; I walk into the NICU for my daily visit. There sat the Attending smiling as big as he could while singing, “There she is, Miss America.” I giggled. In an instant his smile becomes more humble and soft, tears well in his eyes. His lips quiver just a little he uttered the words, “I’m filling out discharge papers for your son. You’re taking him home.” This was a dream I never thought would come true. God answered my prayers. It was 4 days before Christmas.
My husband and I scramble to get everything ready for our baby to come home. It was the happiest time of my life. The baby didn’t seem to mind all of the shuffling around. He was quite pleasant, never cried or fussed. We got him home and began to settle into our new family life. The next morning I woke up early to get his bottle and medicines ready. I peeped at him saying, “good morning.” He took one look at me and began to scream an inaudible scream; eyes wide with furrowed brow and tears streaming down his cheeks. It took a minute before I realized he was terrified. I imagine he could not understand why he wasn’t in the NICU, the only place he knew and where he felt safe. And I’m sure he couldn’t understand why the nice lady who visited daily was the first person he saw that morning. All I could do was comfort him and tell him it would be alright. I assumed that he trusted me because he saw me every day, but he didn’t, not outside the safety of the NICU.
It didn’t take long before we both got the swing of things and the mother/child bond began to take place. It was heaven when he finally realized I was all his and he was all mine.
When my son turned three I decided to put him in a special preschool class called, Let’s Talk Too, which was made up of 70% typical and 30% non-typical children. He loved it. I loved it to until an incident happened that changed everything. I promptly took him out of the class and scheduled and IEP meeting to officially take him out of the school.
Right around the same time autism arrived. Well, it already began presenting itself when he was about 28 months. I knew very little about autism, no more than what I read when I googled the traits he exhibited. I found a list of the 10 most common traits of autism. Out of the ten, my son had eight. The next thing I looked for were ways to treat autism. I came across some therapeutic exercises and began working with him immediately. While doing so I began working on scheduling an appointment with our local autism specialists. My son didn’t get the diagnosis. The only reason I can attribute for this process having taken so long goes back to something said to me during our first attempt at getting an autism diagnosis. I was told by one of the specialists, by working with my son so diligently, I’d probably shot myself in the foot. It would take 5 years before an official diagnosis was rendered. Go figure. Being a parent who is proactive and working to do the right thing ends up being the worst thing.
My son is 8. He has been officially diagnosed. We are now able to get specialized therapists to work with him and I am finally able to focus on his homeschool. For the past 5 years I searched for speech and occupational therapists willing and able to work with my son. Not having a proper diagnosis really hindered my ability to get the therapies he needed. I had to do doing everything on my own with exception to physical and hippo therapies.
Therapies are now in place, but school is not going well. My son is fighting me every step of the way. He will not listen to me or follow instructions for school work. At first I thought it had to be the autism, but he wasn’t giving me grief about anything else, just school work. Then it dawns on me. The rolls I’ve been in for most of his life have been the nice lady visitor, mom/caretaker/nurse, therapist, playmate and now teacher, a roll he was not familiar with me being in. What do I do? I sat down with my son and began to explain as best I could that I wanted to teach him wonderful things and I showed him examples of the things I wanted to teach like the alphabet, numbers, counting, drawing and all sorts of other things. I asked him to trust me and allow me to teach him. He seemed to agree and we began the process of adjusting to our new rolls as teacher and student.
Over the years we have had to adjust to many things and with each thing gaining trust was always the priority.
My son is 16 now and has a mind of his own. There are many things I still have to teach him as he transitions into adulthood and there are many hurdles we have yet to cross. One thing I no longer have to worry about is gaining his trust. I guess we’ve been through enough for him to know that I’m in this for the long hall. No matter the situation, be it school, work, medical or other; it is met with my son’s calm, trusting demeanor and a knowing that no matter what, we will get through it and it will be okay.
Posted by Autism's Love at 11:29 PM