Showing posts with label special needs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label special needs. Show all posts

Monday, March 25, 2013

What Does Autism Look Like?


“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”    ~Leo Tolstoy

 

Want to tick off a Spectrum Parent? Tell them the hated phrase, “but he doesn’t look autistic!”

What does autism look like? For our family it is: sleepless nights, tantrums without warning, high pitched talking and giggling, the need to line up toys throughout the house, inability to understand correct social interactions, repeating words and phrases, walking on tip toes, wanting to be near other children and play with them but then playing alone, lack of empathy, no fear of danger to self or others, inability to sit still and concentrate, sounds, sights, smells, touches, and some places are over stimulating to him and can set off meltdowns, behind his peers academically, emotionally, socially, and physically, his level of comprehension is that of a preschooler, aversion to certain foods, obsessively plays with only certain types of toys, does not play with toys correctly, refuses to potty train, aggressive behaviors toward others when things are not the way he feels they should be, seems to be “deaf” when called by name or told/asked to do something, takes long periods of time to calm once upset, multiple tantrums on a bad day, meltdowns that can last an hour or longer, routines have to be followed and if routine is off it can set him off for days or weeks. This is just some of the things that are a part of our world with autism with our son, Cameron.

Autism parents are told on multiple occasions “I don’t know how you do it!” Yeah, well we don’t either; we just do what we have to do because there is no other option. Our children cannot change who they are and that is part of autism. We can make sure they get the therapies they need to teach them coping skills, we can take them to doctors to make sure everything medically that can be done is being done, we can daily accommodate their needs to lessen the stresses that the world places on them. We cannot however cure them from their diagnosis. We can help them learn to manage their autism as they get older so that it does not manage them, but we cannot cure our children of this medical diagnosis.

When a child is diagnosed as autistic, I think all parents go through a grieving process. We grieve for the life we imagined for them, we grieve for the hardships they will endure being different in a world that has really truly not learned to accept everyone who is unique, we grieve for the loss of a normal childhood for them and for us as parents who hoped to enjoy all those momentous milestones with them. Once we get over our grieving process though most parents do one of two things. They either try to hide their children so no one knows they are different, pretending that the autism does not exist and will eventually go away. These parents act as though autism is something they should be afraid of, that it is a condition they caused their child, that maybe their child is being punished for something they did, or maybe even some (I hope not) resent their child and wish they did not have to deal with them. Then there are the other parents. The proud (again I hope) majority! We ban together to spread awareness, guard our children like lions and lionesses, seek out therapies and specialists to help us help our children, incorporate therapies into our home life, and pretty much turn ourselves inside out daily for the benefit of our children only to proceed to do so again the next day and every day after that.

Autism looks different in every child I have met. No two cases of autism are the same. There is no set way for autistic children to act. Each child has their own place on the spectrum. Think of it like a fingerprint, even twins have their own prints to differentiate them. Autistic children do not look a certain way; there are no defining physical characteristics. Happy families may all be alike, but autistic families are all unique in their own way.
Dani Wade

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Welcome to Holland

Blog entry done by Jamie Thomas

I was speaking to a friend today during the kick off for the Walk for Autism Speaks today. She told me she found what she wanted to write her book about and it was in regards to the blog our group had started. As I looked at her notes it came to me she needs to read "Welcome to Holland". I could see in her face that she was never prepared for this journey, of course none of us in our group were. We had our expectations all laid out in our minds the moment we found out we were expect. I stopped her in mid thought and asked if she had read it. A bewildered look came across her face and I knew she had not. I summed it up to her and she seemed to grasped the gist of the meaning behind it. I remember my dear friend Lisa posting it on my wall a few months after we began this journey and it all resignated  with me and opened up my eyes in ways I never thought possible.
A few weeks ago when I created this group I knew how I wanted to preface my portion of the blog. I love reading "Welcome to Holland" because it reminds me to much of exactly how I felt when we started out. While "Holland" was not my destination when I became a mother to Hunter, I have to say it's not that bad. Once you reach the stage of acceptance you learn to make the most of it and the situation is what you make of it. So with out further ado........
 WELCOME TO HOLLAND
by Emily Perl Kingsley. ©1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved.
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.