Posts Tagged ‘Autism’

18
Feb

I’ve said it before… It’s another language!

   Posted by: Sandi    in Autism

Talking to Dr. K’nex yesterday (who liked her name, by the way, and even chuckled to know it), I realized something I actually knew years ago about not only Builder, but about Cyclone.

I love how they think. I knew that.  Cyclone, while not identified as having a neurological learning disorder, is a  unique guy with a skewed perception of how the world should be.  It’s that kind of mind that writes amazing stories and that kind of mind that reaches fringe-groups with ideas. I dig it.

Builder, having a recognized neurological disorder, is at somewhat of a disadvantage in communicating. Many parents and groups think we need to CURE autism.  I am not so certain.  Certainly in cases like my son’s, anyway, I think the best thing we can do is to teach them to translate.

Yes, translate.

See, as I knew years ago with Builder, communication is a huge problem.  Communication involves input and output in the sharing of ideas and information.  With Autism Spectrum Disorder, that communication is hampered.

With my son, this hampering was not brought about by anything lacking or missing or added deleteriously to his life; he was BORN like this.  From his earliest days, as I look back, I can see the signs in his developmental milestones.

So, I don’t want to cure my son of being himself.  It isn’t as if having autism is a fatal disease. It is, though, frustrating. Like any kind of disability, there are challenges.  Like anyone, my son gets excited and angry and happy and anxious.  But he doesn’t express these emotions in what would be considered a culturally-appropriate, relevant manner.  This has led to some problems, certainly.  When he gets angry, he wants to break everything down and start over, building it up the way he wants it to be.

Who doesn’t?  Wouldn’t we all like to have that opportunity?

But when he expresses this wish, it often comes out sounding very much like, “I hate you and I want to kill you!”

Yep.

Or, “I want to rip my voicebox out!”

Yep.

He can be violent in the translation.  He is very strong.  This can be problematic, as well.  Furniture at school has gone flying.  This is not good. I am not excusing his behavior in any way. It’s why he’s home right now, being educated on a special system until we can even out his internal responses.

Thing is, though, he mostly needs help translating.  He needs to learn that it is far better to shout, “I am SOOO hating this right now!” than to pick up a desk and chuck it at the teacher.  Far better to say, “I want to get away from this place!” than it is to pull down bookshelves and then run away.

And eventually, I’d love for him to be able to say, “Okay. I don’t like it, and I hate being here, but okay. I will be quiet and deal.”

Because, not liking a situation, hating feeling out of control… These are common feelings.  Normally, folks express them in a variety of ways, translating their feelings into acceptable channels and verbalizing them with mutters, essays, letters to the editor, pacing, even occasionally punching a pillow and screaming into it.

Those are languages we understand and accept.  Violence is not an acceptable translation, but it is still one that my son is currently resorting to on occasion.

I am so sorry that he is having a problem learning other ways of communicating…but we’re working on it.  In a lower-stress environment.

I love the fun paths of his mind. I love that he builds and designs and has a vision of the world as he’d like it to be.  That’s terrific.  I just can’t wait for the time when he can share that vision with everyone else in a way they will understand and appreciate.

He will, someday, learn to translate.

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4
Feb

It’s actually kind of sweet.

   Posted by: Sandi    in Autism, Life

Due to Builder’s public safety issues at school, we have put him on Homebound Education through the district for the time being, while he is under medical and psychological treatment.

That all sounds kind of intimidating, doesn’t it?

Today, we went to the psychologist. I’ll call her Dr. K’nex, because she’s got the coolest stuff in her office.   She and I catch up on the latest in the Life and Mind O’Builder before she has time just with him while I wait in the reception area.

What I thought was kind of sweet was that she is concerned for me. *smile* I don’t think I look any more frazzled than normal and I am not pale nor do I have really obvious circles under my eyes today.  She is just concerned that I am with my little Special Needs guy twenty-four seven without a respite. Much. Maybe a few hours in the wee sma’s, but that’s about it.

Thing is, I’ve done this before.  I have. I am convinced that God doesn’t send anything to us without providing the tools with which to handle it.  My life has included much more than my formal education (though that has helped) and I am fully convinced that God is able to pull me through this time, too.

I figure there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.  It’s not an oncoming train.  I feel that this will not go on forever.  Someday, my little guy will be able to better manage his anxiety issues.  Someday, he’ll get back to sleeping in a regular pattern. (Though why he should, when his own mom has a sleep problem, is beyond me.)  Someday, he’ll be back to school at least for part of the day and I will have time to myself again. And Dr. K’nex will not have to be concerned for my mental health as well as my son’s.

But until then, I’m hanging on.  And I’m going to try to get to the movies this weekend.  I was thinking of maybe An Education or The Book of Eli.

Or maybe I’ll just escape with my Kindle and head to the riverbank with some Chinese food with a silent salute to Dr. K’nex.

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24
Jan

Homeschooling…again. Kinda-sorta.

   Posted by: Sandi    in Autism, Parenting

Well, it wasn’t what I intended to do and I certainly am not doing it “for real,” but I also…am. Kinda-sorta.

Builder and his anxiety issues have necessitated removing him from school for the present. I am generally against medicating children’s behavioral issues, but – like many parents with firm principles without actual experience working them – I have come to think that it is the only way to get a handle on Builder’s anxiety responses.

So. He is on hospital homebound education. Which basically means he is under the care of physicians until he is able to properly return to school. Technically. In our case, it means that for the safety of himself and others (students and faculty) he is going to be educated at home until such time as we can find an appropriate medical/medicinal assist to smooth over his initial panic response to just about anything that freaks him out.

What provokes such a response? Changing “specials” on a school day. Being overlooked by another child when he wants to answer a question. Having to choose only from choices given and not his own (often outlandish) choice. Not getting to be line-leader. Not getting to choose apples at lunch when apples aren’t even on the menu. A substitute teacher. A change in therapy times. Spilling water from the drinking fountain. A pencil breaking.

All of these and a hundred other circumstances stimulate the amphibian brain, his psychologist says. The survival mechanism. The fight-or-flight adrenal flow.

Which on a child with a regularly processing brain, could be discussed, worked through, with proper behavioral rewards and consequences. But with my son and his autistic exceptionality, these discussions are largely fruitless.  It isn’t that he’s stupid or slow…rather it’s that he can’t see the advantages, really, of choosing to behave appropriately to a situation. He will NOT be manipulated by rewards or consequences.

And this can be, at bottom, a good thing.

However, he still needs to be able to function with a group of other people without wanting them to die every time he is annoyed.  And until he can see that he can behave that way and that this is a good and desirable way, he will continue to try to control situations through the use of his strength and temper.  Which is unacceptable.

So back to where I began this lengthy post…

My son hasn’t been in school since the day before the last day before Winter Break. He has been at home, with me, being educated.  Though I have asked for work from school for him, it hasn’t been forthcoming.  We have had to process paperwork to get the homebound education program rolling, and that’s taken weeks.  So I’ve been teaching him from home.

Actually, it has in many ways been much less stressful. If I could be assured of his proper assessment at the end of the year, I would consider just taking him out of school entirely for the rest of this year. However, he can’t really take the FCAT and I am not equipped to handle all the things on his IEP, so I am leaving him enrolled in school.  I’m just currently the one making his lessons.  While we wait for a teacher to come.

One was all set to come this past week…at last…but… She became ill and so was unable to come meet us and get started.  There’s no school this coming Monday or Tuesday, so I am hoping that Builder will finally get back on track later this week.

This will likely last until May, since we cannot get in to see a child psychiatrist/prescribing M.D. until mid-April and then we’ll have to see what kind of medical treatment we can find to help Builder work through his anger/anxiety issues.

And maybe…just maybe…  he’ll level out and we can try school again.

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