Talking to a facebook friend today, whom I have the utmost respect for, I realized that there are two types of autism parents out there. Those that are looking for a cure, and those that are accepting their child with autism and embracing autism as a lifestyle and call for an acknowledgement of neurodiversity. I think most parents experience both sides in their journey in raising a child with autism.
When Dayton was first diagnosed, I was definitely on camp "cure." OK, got the diagnosis, now what do we do to fix this? The psychologist just looked at me and said good luck. Good luck? Seriously?! Wha'da ya mean?! He told me there's many theories circulating out there on therapies, and I just have to find what works for Dayton. OK... Could you name me some examples? Nope. He can't do that because he can't encourage one over another, a "conflict of interest." He prescribed medication and sent me an invitation to a parent support group.
So off to the internet I go. Research, research, research.
At age 7, Dayton was to old for ABA (Applied Behavior Analysis), which is the one therapies that has been scientifically proven to help. Unfortunately, it is only available to children from the ages of 2 and 6. So this therapy is out. In saying this, did you know that Alberta allows this therapy until the child turns 21? What the hell?!
Bizarre and primitive options such as hyperbaric chambers or electric shock therapy was definitely out of the question for my little guy.
There's special diets, which can get pretty costly, namely the GFCF (gluten-free, casein-free) and the specific carbohydrate diet. Some parents swear by these diets, and others say that it doesn't make a difference. Both sides agree that the diet requires many hours of work and that it is quite expensive.
Chelation, a process of administering substances that draw out heavy metals such as mercury or lead has been used by parents who believe their child's autism is caused by vaccines. Chelation is suppose to either reduce or completely reverse the symptoms of autism. The use of diet, vitamins, supplements and chelation is also known as a biomedical approach. Unfortunately, certain biomedical interventions have caused harm, even death (2005, Abubakar Rariq Nadama passed away as a result of an improper chelation procedure), so this is not an approach I feel comfortable taking either. The diet perhaps, but definitely not taking the change with chelation.
Today I'm sitting pretty in the "neurodiversity" camp. There's a sense of peace upon accepting the autism diagnosis. Prayer to our heavenly Father helps too. Psalm 46.10 says to "be still and know that I am God." Sometimes the most powerful act is to be silent... simply trusting that God has a purpose for my little Dayton. The less I fight the diagnosis, the more I am certain that this is true. The bible also tells us that man is made in God's image. This means Dayton is made in His image, not the image I had chosen for him, but the image God chose.
A couple of quotes to consider: "I know of nobody who is purely autistic or purely neurotypical. Even GOD had some autistic moments, which is why all the planets spin" - Jerry Newport (Let's not start a gospel war people, none of us have ever met God face to face. What we do know is that He is perfect).
One of my favorites: "If I could snap my fingers and be non autistic, I would not because then I wouldn't be me. Autism is part of who I am." - Temple Grandin
Acceptance to me is the act of "letting go." I love my son. Dayton is the driving force in my life. While yes, I need to ensure that he is as self sufficient as possible and a contributing member of society, I also need to ensure that Dayton feels accepted for who he is, and how he thinks. Dayton deserves happiness just as any other child does. If I can not accept Dayton myself, how on earth can I expect anyone else to? I've heard many parents say that once they reach the point of complete acceptance, their children blossom, and I'm slowly starting to see this with Dayton as well. I think that my acceptance of him is the most important therapy he could ever receive! It's not that I love Dayton in spite of his autism, it's that I love him because of his autism. There is a huge difference, and our children can feel it!
The second most important therapy is your child's EDUCATION. Manitoba's education system has much to be desired, especially when it comes to education of children on the autism spectrum. My goodness, with statistics at 1 in 150 children being diagnosed with a form of autism, you would think our province (all provinces, the whole country with the exception of Alberta) would do educate their school divisions on autism!!! With the rapidly growing numbers of people being diagnosed with autism, our government places little priority upon autism. Inclusion is wonderful in theory, but oh my goodness... It just isn't working! A fellow blogger who's son has Asperger's syndrome has pulled her son out of school last year after her little one sat in the middle of a circle, while his teacher had the rest of the class sit in a circle around him. She instructed each student to look at this poor little boy and tell him what they didn't like about him! This, this "they" call inclusion?! Shortly after this, his mom pulled him out of school and decided to home school him.
Camp cure and camp neurodiversity... One thing to remember is that what ever camp you belong to at this point in time, to ACCEPT EACH OTHER and be SUPPORTIVE of each other. We're all doing the best we can for our children, and our goal for our kids is the same - EDUCATION. This is education for ourselves, the people involved in their education, the people around them who love them as well as our kids, and we're all doing what we can to help our children be contributing members of society. Both sides love their children! Both sides feel attacked by the other, and this needs to change. Many autism parents feel judged and criticized by the world already, and the last thing that's needed is for them to feel attacked by the autism community. We need to band together, no matter what our views are, we still have one thing in common: Autism Awareness!!! What we need is one unanimous voice. We need to accept each other's work, we may not agree or see the relevance, or understand, but it is crucial that we accept and do not attack each other anymore!!!
Consider yourselves hugged!!!
Lou
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
Saturday, 9 April 2011
Let Me Do It
Ever watch Little Stuart on Mad TV? The skit seemed to have come to life in my house this past week since Monday, with Dayton running the show while I tried my best to recuperate from my IBS pains. Feeling absolutely awful since Monday, today is the day I finally came to feel somewhat alive and human again. I was able to have a cup of coffee without puking it up, and felt brave enough to try to eat something more substantial than water. Glen's the only operator at work, and can not be replaced, so he had no choice but to be at work. This arrangement worked out fine while Dayton was in school, but unfortunately he got suspended on Friday, so the day was quite rocky for us.
Like Stuart, Dayton occasionally demands "no, let me do it." Whether he expresses this verbally or physically, the meaning is still the same, along with the consequences. When Dayton does things on his own, the consequence for me usually ends in a two hour cleaning spree. Cleaning up is not my favorite task in the world, so I also demand to "let me do it" myself. Until today.
While yes, I feel a little more human, I am not back to being 100% Lou. I'm weak, shaky and fatigued due to lack of sleep and immense stomach pain. The nausea may have subsided, but the IBS colon cleanse is not quite finished with me yet. I'm running on fumes, literally (no pun intended, those of us with IBS may share a small chuckle).
So today, finding myself relieved not be embracing the porcelain god, and partially because I was too exhausted to fight him, I decided to "let" Dayton "do it."
For lunch, I thought of taking Dayton to the McDonald's drive through, but Dayton wanted to make lunch. Cringing at the thought of Dayton messing up my newly cleaned kitchen (grandma Karen came by yesterday and cleaned the place up knowing it would be a disaster and watched Dayton so I could go and see the doctor), I watched Dayton open a can of Stagg Chili, dump it into a pot and grab a stirring spoon. He wanted to have a tuna sandwich, so I drained the tuna and watched him dump the tuna flakes into a bowl, add mayo, salt and pepper, dill and cinnamon... yes, I said cinnamon. I told him cinnamon probably sounds good, but wouldn't taste too good in tuna, and to use just a tiny bit, but you know kids. Explaining anything until turning blue in the face is not quite the same as experimenting and being a chef. Also, I have zero energy, I'm done for. By the time he was done, it was covered in cinnamon.
I turned on the stove for his chili and supervised his "cooking." I prayed he didn't stain his white shirt. As he turned his back to me, I snuck a bit of the tuna mixture to taste. Yuck!!! Maybe he would like it, to each their own. Who am I to criticize his taste buds?
Watching Dayton waste a half a loaf of bread as I lay on the kitchen floor dying to cool off, I see his smile. It is the smile of an angel. He's not just smiling because he's "expected" to, you know, the goofy smile he's used to wearing. He's actually SMILING. He's so happy! I bite my tongue, and instead of chastising him for wasting a loaf of bread in the toaster, I pick myself off the floor and sit at the kitchen table, waiting for my lunch. He proudly presents me with a toasted tuna sandwich with cinnamon and bowl of chili (and I'm thinking yeah, my stomach really needs beans right now, we're gonna need to open a few doors and windows today). He then grabs the milk from the fridge with a choice of chocolate and strawberry flavoring and asks me which I'd like. I pick strawberry. Naturally, he misses my cup a few times and makes a pink mess on my kitchen table, but you know what... I laugh, and so does he.
That tuna sandwich was the best I'd ever tasted.
Grandma Karen, if you're reading this, I need help cleaning my kitchen again. Or maybe it can wait until I feel better again.
As for the beans, I made a trip to the pharmacy and got some industrial strength Ovol. I will let you know if it works.
What is the point of this post? Not very helpful in the autism world you may say... Wrong. Even in the land of autism, we need the reminder to "stop and smell the roses." We need to just let go sometimes and let our children be just that - children! While I may fight for Dayton's rights and fight for him to be viewed as a child with autism, not an autistic child, I sometimes need to remind myself that I need to cut him loose and be the child and forget about the autism. I need to let Dayton decide for himself what he can and can not do for himself instead of just assume what he can and can not do. Try it with your child and I'll bet he'll surprise you too!
Consider yourselves hugged!
Lou
Like Stuart, Dayton occasionally demands "no, let me do it." Whether he expresses this verbally or physically, the meaning is still the same, along with the consequences. When Dayton does things on his own, the consequence for me usually ends in a two hour cleaning spree. Cleaning up is not my favorite task in the world, so I also demand to "let me do it" myself. Until today.
While yes, I feel a little more human, I am not back to being 100% Lou. I'm weak, shaky and fatigued due to lack of sleep and immense stomach pain. The nausea may have subsided, but the IBS colon cleanse is not quite finished with me yet. I'm running on fumes, literally (no pun intended, those of us with IBS may share a small chuckle).
So today, finding myself relieved not be embracing the porcelain god, and partially because I was too exhausted to fight him, I decided to "let" Dayton "do it."
For lunch, I thought of taking Dayton to the McDonald's drive through, but Dayton wanted to make lunch. Cringing at the thought of Dayton messing up my newly cleaned kitchen (grandma Karen came by yesterday and cleaned the place up knowing it would be a disaster and watched Dayton so I could go and see the doctor), I watched Dayton open a can of Stagg Chili, dump it into a pot and grab a stirring spoon. He wanted to have a tuna sandwich, so I drained the tuna and watched him dump the tuna flakes into a bowl, add mayo, salt and pepper, dill and cinnamon... yes, I said cinnamon. I told him cinnamon probably sounds good, but wouldn't taste too good in tuna, and to use just a tiny bit, but you know kids. Explaining anything until turning blue in the face is not quite the same as experimenting and being a chef. Also, I have zero energy, I'm done for. By the time he was done, it was covered in cinnamon.
I turned on the stove for his chili and supervised his "cooking." I prayed he didn't stain his white shirt. As he turned his back to me, I snuck a bit of the tuna mixture to taste. Yuck!!! Maybe he would like it, to each their own. Who am I to criticize his taste buds?
Watching Dayton waste a half a loaf of bread as I lay on the kitchen floor dying to cool off, I see his smile. It is the smile of an angel. He's not just smiling because he's "expected" to, you know, the goofy smile he's used to wearing. He's actually SMILING. He's so happy! I bite my tongue, and instead of chastising him for wasting a loaf of bread in the toaster, I pick myself off the floor and sit at the kitchen table, waiting for my lunch. He proudly presents me with a toasted tuna sandwich with cinnamon and bowl of chili (and I'm thinking yeah, my stomach really needs beans right now, we're gonna need to open a few doors and windows today). He then grabs the milk from the fridge with a choice of chocolate and strawberry flavoring and asks me which I'd like. I pick strawberry. Naturally, he misses my cup a few times and makes a pink mess on my kitchen table, but you know what... I laugh, and so does he.
That tuna sandwich was the best I'd ever tasted.
Grandma Karen, if you're reading this, I need help cleaning my kitchen again. Or maybe it can wait until I feel better again.
As for the beans, I made a trip to the pharmacy and got some industrial strength Ovol. I will let you know if it works.
What is the point of this post? Not very helpful in the autism world you may say... Wrong. Even in the land of autism, we need the reminder to "stop and smell the roses." We need to just let go sometimes and let our children be just that - children! While I may fight for Dayton's rights and fight for him to be viewed as a child with autism, not an autistic child, I sometimes need to remind myself that I need to cut him loose and be the child and forget about the autism. I need to let Dayton decide for himself what he can and can not do for himself instead of just assume what he can and can not do. Try it with your child and I'll bet he'll surprise you too!
Consider yourselves hugged!
Lou
Monday, 4 April 2011
Autism Winnipeg
Looking through facebook one day, I came upon a group called "Autism Winnipeg." Given that there really isn't that much support out there for those with autism in their lives, I immediately joined the group. I'm so glad I did!!! If you're on facebook and live in Winnipeg, you definitely have to check this group out.
Marni Wachs Zuke, the creator of the Autism Winnipeg Facebook Group is an amazing woman. I've had the pleasure of meeting her in person a handful of times. Sitting at Tim Horton's this Saturday, I really wanted to talk to her about the Autism Winnipeg Group she had created, and wanting to know more about her, but Marni wanted to know more about my ordeals with Dayton at his school. We sat for almost two hours talking about my issues... She's a saint! She also came armed with two books (more like textbooks) for me to review.
This book, Marni explained, works more along ABA therapy.
Marni says that this book is along the lines of RDI therapy.
I got a lot of reading ahead of me...
Just a quick disclaimer... Neither Marni or I are doctors, therapists, psychologists or acrobats. Just saying... The books are interesting to me, and she thought they may be of help to me and Dayton, so I'm just passing the information to the rest of you who want to learn more.
Back to Marni...
She started the Autism Winnipeg group to connect with other families in Winnipeg. The only place for parents to go in Winnipeg are the Autism Society of Manitoba and a few other places... On line, Marni explains, you can talk to someone or vent at any hour of the day or night, you can sit in your PJ's, drink a glass of wine or coffee and feel heard. She takes the Autism Winnipeg group very seriously and views the group page in the same way she views her job. She's super dedicated in letting autism families know what's happening in Winnipeg for them, and offer her unconditional support.
I got to help Marni last summer start an autism soccer game last year. Well, she did most of the work, I was her cheerleader... This year I'm hoping she will help me start a play group for our kids on the spectrum with their siblings. We both want a place where our kids are accepted for who they are, I just need a good kick in the buttocks to make it happen.
Marni discusses many things on Autism Winnipeg, and she may or may not agree with all of the links she posts, but feels that she's obligated to share everything she comes across that may be helpful to an autism family. She knows what it's like for someone to disagree with certain therapies, as she herself has chosen the ABA therapy approach for her 7 year old son. A woman actually turned to her and said: "I would never do that to my kid." Because of this experience, she asks that everyone who joins Autism Winnipeg to please show respect to everyone in the group, and not be judgemental of each other. Autism Winnipeg was created by Marni to support one another, not to tear each other down. A difference of opinion is healthy, being critical and negative of each other is not. Again, it boils down to acceptance.
Marni's description of Autism Winnipeg:
Lou
Marni Wachs Zuke, the creator of the Autism Winnipeg Facebook Group is an amazing woman. I've had the pleasure of meeting her in person a handful of times. Sitting at Tim Horton's this Saturday, I really wanted to talk to her about the Autism Winnipeg Group she had created, and wanting to know more about her, but Marni wanted to know more about my ordeals with Dayton at his school. We sat for almost two hours talking about my issues... She's a saint! She also came armed with two books (more like textbooks) for me to review.
This book, Marni explained, works more along ABA therapy.
Marni says that this book is along the lines of RDI therapy.
I got a lot of reading ahead of me...
Just a quick disclaimer... Neither Marni or I are doctors, therapists, psychologists or acrobats. Just saying... The books are interesting to me, and she thought they may be of help to me and Dayton, so I'm just passing the information to the rest of you who want to learn more.
Back to Marni...
She started the Autism Winnipeg group to connect with other families in Winnipeg. The only place for parents to go in Winnipeg are the Autism Society of Manitoba and a few other places... On line, Marni explains, you can talk to someone or vent at any hour of the day or night, you can sit in your PJ's, drink a glass of wine or coffee and feel heard. She takes the Autism Winnipeg group very seriously and views the group page in the same way she views her job. She's super dedicated in letting autism families know what's happening in Winnipeg for them, and offer her unconditional support.
I got to help Marni last summer start an autism soccer game last year. Well, she did most of the work, I was her cheerleader... This year I'm hoping she will help me start a play group for our kids on the spectrum with their siblings. We both want a place where our kids are accepted for who they are, I just need a good kick in the buttocks to make it happen.
Marni discusses many things on Autism Winnipeg, and she may or may not agree with all of the links she posts, but feels that she's obligated to share everything she comes across that may be helpful to an autism family. She knows what it's like for someone to disagree with certain therapies, as she herself has chosen the ABA therapy approach for her 7 year old son. A woman actually turned to her and said: "I would never do that to my kid." Because of this experience, she asks that everyone who joins Autism Winnipeg to please show respect to everyone in the group, and not be judgemental of each other. Autism Winnipeg was created by Marni to support one another, not to tear each other down. A difference of opinion is healthy, being critical and negative of each other is not. Again, it boils down to acceptance.
Marni's description of Autism Winnipeg:
- Do you have autism somehow in your life, and you live in Winnipeg or Manitoba? Then this is the right place for you! I searched for this group and it didn't exist; so I created it. Join the group and respectfully discuss and post all things related to autism. From personal to political - let's connect!!! This group embraces multiple perspectives. Join in the discussions as much or as little you like. I hope we can develop a dynamic peer networking hub of information, as well as a place to chat. Please feel free to respectfully discuss Winnipeg-specific services related to autism, but please no names or identifying information. Thanks so much! Although the group is for anyone and not just for parents of children with autism, here's a special shout out to them! We autism parents are passionate about discussing the challenges, helping our kids, and are MOTIVATED to go above and beyond for our beautiful kids! Let's have a conversation.Want more information? Want to join? Here's the link, and welcome to Autism Winnipeg!Marni's words of wisdom in order to prepare me for my meeting with Dayton's school tomorrow: "I'm neutral, I'm Teflon," then deflect back on the school staff... I love it. I'm Teflon baby!Consider yourselves hugged!!!
Lou
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Saturday, 2 April 2011
My Name Is Autism
Americans! You guys are awesome at raising autism awareness! World Autism Awareness Day is here!!! I wish Canada was more involved and aware. American or not, today I bring awareness by wearing blue!!! Friends of mine are putting up their blue Christmas lights in their front yard. Awesome!!!
I was messaged with this poem by another autism mom last year on facebook, and thought this would be a wonderful time to share it with you all. Perfect for Autism Awareness Day.
My Name is Autism
Hello. Allow me to introduce myself to you. My name is autism. Perhaps you know me or know of me. I am a condition, "disorder" that affects many people. I strike at will, when and where I want. Unlike Downs Syndrome or other birth "defects," I leave no marks on those I strike. In fact, I pride myself on the ability to infiltrate a child's life, while leaving him or her strikingly handsome. Many people may not even know I am there. They blame the child for what I cause him or her to do. I am autism and I do as I please.
I am autism. I strike boys and girls. infants and toddlers. I find my best victims to be boys around the age of 2, but any child will do. I like children and they are always the true victims, though I take hostage the others in the child's family as well. It is a bit like getting two for the price of one. I affect one child and "infect" the entire family.
I am autism. I strike rich and poor alike. The rich combat me with education and therapy. The poor shut their children away and cannot afford to fight me. I am able to win in the lives of poor children more than I am those of the wealthy, but I will try to take root anywhere.
I am autism. I am an equal opportunity disorder. I strike whites, blacks, Mexicans, Ukrainians, Russians, Poles, Slavs, Japanese, Koreans and Fins. In fact, I strike everywhere on Earth. I know no geographical bounds.
I am autism. I do not discriminate based upon religion either. I strike Jews and Christians, Muslims and Buddhists, Atheists and Agnostics. I do not care what religion a person is or what beliefs he may hold. When I strike, there will be little time for any of that anyway. When they find me, they will question everything they believe in, so why would I strike only one group? I have affected followers of every religion on the planet.
I am autism and I am strong and getting stronger every year, every month, every day, every minute and every second. I am concerned that money might be allotted to combat me and my takeover of children, but so far, I have little to fear. Some countries like Kuwait, are spending quite a bit of money to assist those who I have targeted and some, like the United States, would rather spend money on such ludicrous things as discovering the number of American Indians who practice Voodoo, as opposed to combating me. In an atmosphere such as that, I can flourish and wreck havoc at will. In places such as that, I rub my hands with glee at the problems I can cause to children, their families and to the society at large.
I am autism. When I come, I come to stay. I take the dreams and hopes of families and trample them with delight. I see the fear and confusion in the eyes of my victims and see the formation of wrinkles, the worries and pain on the face of their parents. I see the embarrassment their child causes because of me and the parents unsuccessful attempt to hide their child, and me. I see tears the parents cry and feel the tears of their child. I am autism. I leave sorrow in my wake.
I am autism. I taketh away and give nothing but bewilderment and loathing in return. I take speech and learning. I take socialization and understanding. I take away "common sense" and, if I am allowed to flourish, I take away all but their physical life. What I leave behind, is almost worse than death.
I am autism. I fear nothing except courage, which I thankfully see little of. I fear those who take a stand against me and attempt to fight me and bring others into the fight as well. I fear those who try to make it safe and easier for my victims in the community, and their families. I fear those who push ahead, despite the fact that I am in tow. I fear the day I will be eradicated from the planet. Yet, I do not fear too much right now. There is no need.
I am autism and I bet you know me or know of me. If you don't, you probably will soon. I am marching forward faster than I ever have before. I am looking for new children all the time. I am looking for new children to consume and new lives to destroy. I dread the day I will be looked upon with pity or worse yet, understanding, for that day, is the day I will begin to die.
But in the mean time I am safe, free to prowl onward. Free to cause the pain and suffering that I do so well. I am on a mission and have much work to do and thankfully no one is stopping me yet.
Hello. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is autism. Perhaps you know me or know of me, if not don't worry, you will meet me soon.
Consider how to bring awareness today folks, then, as my dad says, consider yourselves hugged!
Lou
I was messaged with this poem by another autism mom last year on facebook, and thought this would be a wonderful time to share it with you all. Perfect for Autism Awareness Day.
My Name is Autism
Hello. Allow me to introduce myself to you. My name is autism. Perhaps you know me or know of me. I am a condition, "disorder" that affects many people. I strike at will, when and where I want. Unlike Downs Syndrome or other birth "defects," I leave no marks on those I strike. In fact, I pride myself on the ability to infiltrate a child's life, while leaving him or her strikingly handsome. Many people may not even know I am there. They blame the child for what I cause him or her to do. I am autism and I do as I please.
I am autism. I strike boys and girls. infants and toddlers. I find my best victims to be boys around the age of 2, but any child will do. I like children and they are always the true victims, though I take hostage the others in the child's family as well. It is a bit like getting two for the price of one. I affect one child and "infect" the entire family.
I am autism. I strike rich and poor alike. The rich combat me with education and therapy. The poor shut their children away and cannot afford to fight me. I am able to win in the lives of poor children more than I am those of the wealthy, but I will try to take root anywhere.
I am autism. I am an equal opportunity disorder. I strike whites, blacks, Mexicans, Ukrainians, Russians, Poles, Slavs, Japanese, Koreans and Fins. In fact, I strike everywhere on Earth. I know no geographical bounds.
I am autism. I do not discriminate based upon religion either. I strike Jews and Christians, Muslims and Buddhists, Atheists and Agnostics. I do not care what religion a person is or what beliefs he may hold. When I strike, there will be little time for any of that anyway. When they find me, they will question everything they believe in, so why would I strike only one group? I have affected followers of every religion on the planet.
I am autism and I am strong and getting stronger every year, every month, every day, every minute and every second. I am concerned that money might be allotted to combat me and my takeover of children, but so far, I have little to fear. Some countries like Kuwait, are spending quite a bit of money to assist those who I have targeted and some, like the United States, would rather spend money on such ludicrous things as discovering the number of American Indians who practice Voodoo, as opposed to combating me. In an atmosphere such as that, I can flourish and wreck havoc at will. In places such as that, I rub my hands with glee at the problems I can cause to children, their families and to the society at large.
I am autism. When I come, I come to stay. I take the dreams and hopes of families and trample them with delight. I see the fear and confusion in the eyes of my victims and see the formation of wrinkles, the worries and pain on the face of their parents. I see the embarrassment their child causes because of me and the parents unsuccessful attempt to hide their child, and me. I see tears the parents cry and feel the tears of their child. I am autism. I leave sorrow in my wake.
I am autism. I taketh away and give nothing but bewilderment and loathing in return. I take speech and learning. I take socialization and understanding. I take away "common sense" and, if I am allowed to flourish, I take away all but their physical life. What I leave behind, is almost worse than death.
I am autism. I fear nothing except courage, which I thankfully see little of. I fear those who take a stand against me and attempt to fight me and bring others into the fight as well. I fear those who try to make it safe and easier for my victims in the community, and their families. I fear those who push ahead, despite the fact that I am in tow. I fear the day I will be eradicated from the planet. Yet, I do not fear too much right now. There is no need.
I am autism and I bet you know me or know of me. If you don't, you probably will soon. I am marching forward faster than I ever have before. I am looking for new children all the time. I am looking for new children to consume and new lives to destroy. I dread the day I will be looked upon with pity or worse yet, understanding, for that day, is the day I will begin to die.
But in the mean time I am safe, free to prowl onward. Free to cause the pain and suffering that I do so well. I am on a mission and have much work to do and thankfully no one is stopping me yet.
Hello. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is autism. Perhaps you know me or know of me, if not don't worry, you will meet me soon.
Consider how to bring awareness today folks, then, as my dad says, consider yourselves hugged!
Lou
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Thursday, 31 March 2011
Are We There Yet??? How about now?
Holly crap... Swan River, population 4,500. 6 and a half hour drive from Winnipeg. It's not like I can turn around and go home if Dayton throws a fit, ya know what I mean? So before our drive out to visit my best friends Danielle and her husband Lindsay, I ask Dayton to pack a few things he doesn't want to leave behind...
"How do I pack Jack (he's talking about our cat)?"
"We're not taking Jack with us buddy, Dani has 2 cats, and they probably won't like Jack invading their territory."
"How am I going go get to sleep without Jack (Dayton always cuddles up with Jack at bed time)?"
Darn it. Hadn't thought that one through and I need to think fast...
"Take Zeus (a stuffed cat Dayton helped make)...
"He doesn't smell like Jack!"
And then we have a slight melt down. Eventually, Dayton begins packing his things lining up his belongings in the hallway. I ask him to store his belongings under the kitchen table so we don't trip over his things.
I wake up in the morning to a mountain of toys under my table, two of Dayton's blankets, two of his pillows, a blanket and a pillow for me (how thoughtful), and requests for "Danone Crush Yogurt" to take with us in case Swan River doesn't have any... Oh, don't forget about the cheese strings and "Jello" pudding snacks, the "Canadian Rye Bread" and the "Nutella..."
It takes me three trips to the car to get all of Dayton's belongings into the car. Right about this time I'm thinking "in what moment of insanity did I decide a trip to Swan River would be a great idea?" And then I remember I haven't seen Dani since Christmas, and Lindsay for a year and a half!!! Right. It's mommy time, just forgot how much work it takes to get out the door.
About an hour into our drive, and we make it to Portage, and of course I hear "I'm hungry, I'm thirsty." We stop at a Tim Horton's and I very much need a coffee...
Fifteen minutes after leaving the Tim Horton's, I hear "I have to go pee." In another hour I hear "Are we there yet?" And then I get lost. I find my way back on the right highway, and I make it! Hooray!!!
Danielle comes outside and helps me unload the car after giving me a huge hug, which I desperately need after that car ride. Dayton spills out of the car with his Nintendo DSI and I grab as much as I can carry, leaving one of Dayton's boxes of toys in the car, thinking if he really wants it, I'll run back out and get it. Danielle takes as much as she can carry too, looks at me and says "Wow, if I had to pack that much for just a two day visit, I don't think I'd go anywhere..."
She says this in awe of my efforts to make Dayton comfortable. Danielle is the most supportive person I've met in my struggle with Dayton's autism. She's constantly emailing me and facebooking me websites, groups, therapies, information and books on autism. On days when I feel down, I know I can email or call either Danielle or Lindsay, and that I can anticipate them cheerleading for us.
Danielle has started a blog challenging herself to read 101 books in 1001 days. If you love reading, you need to check out her blog at http://101booksin1001days-danielle.blogspot.com/. During one of my visits to her blog, she had posted on reading a book called "House Rules."
Addicted to my Kindle now, I have to download this book, especially since Dani has said that even though the book is fiction, the main character of the book reminds her of my struggles with Dayton and another one of her friends who also has a son diagnosed with ASD.
So while I waited in the evening for Dayton to settle down and go to sleep, I read this book on my Kindle. I have to say, it is a work of fiction, but I did enjoy reading it. It may not have accurately have portraid a person with Asperger's syndrome, I haven't met anyone quite as afflicted as Jacob, the main character, but I can relate to Emma, Jacob's mother. Emma's daily schedules in helping Jacob cope with his disability can be echoed by any parent of a child with ASD. Mustering all her strength and energy, she fights for her son's rights and to "mainstream" Jacob as well as she humanly can. This comes to a great expense not only financially, but in her personal relationships as well, of which she has none...
I can relate to this woman, I really, really can. Emma's description of her battle with Jacob's school sounds all too familiar: "being an advocate for your autistic child's education is a forty-hour-a-week profession in and of itself. All sorts of adaptations had to be argued for and vigilantly monitored: a cool off pass that would allow Jacob to leave a classroom that got too overwhelming for him; a sensory break room; a paraprofessional who could help him, as an elementary school student, put his thoughts into writing; an individualized education plan; a school counselor who didn't roll her eyes every time Jacob had a meltdown." Holly crap! That's me! That's probably most parents with children who have autism in Canada, unless of course you live in Alberta, but perhaps even there? Fiction or not, this part of the book unfortunately rings true for most of us.
Which again makes me ask: "Is inclusion really what's best? I get the theory of inclusion, I really do, but I know for a fact my son is not experiencing "genuine inclusion," you know, the theory kind. What we've experienced is very similar to what Emma (yes, she's a fictional character, I know) has experienced, only Dayton still doesn't have a cool off pass or a sensory room, and he can't read or write... and why is it up to me to educate Dayton's teachers and principal, especially when they don't listen to a word I say because they know what works, and yet call me to "fix it" when their way fails?
Fiction or not, this book seriously struck a note with me. Again, this book is not an autism help book, it is a work of fiction, but some of the book is very much a reality for me, and I'm going to bet for many parents out there. If you have a Kindle, let me know, and once I figure out how to "lend" it to you, I will. Kindle's allow you to "lend" a book to someone for up to two weeks.
Back to my visit with Dani and Lindsay... It was awesome!!! Dayton did super well, without having a meltdown at all!!! He busied himself playing video games while Dani and I yapped. Dani's husband Lindsay joined us a few times, but let the hens fend for themselves for the majority of the time. We ate like there was no tomorrow (well I did at least, putting myself into a pizza comma my last night there). I really liked Swan River's Chicken Chef. Not the chicken, but the pizza.... yum!!!
Dayton and I got to meet Dani's new kitty "Theo." He was adorable and super playful. Really liked chewing on my toes as I slept, but he was just too cute to get mad at.
Dani also informed me that Glen's accusation of my severe snoring like a "Banshee" is very much true. How embarrassing... Oh well. She's my best friend, so she accepts me along with my quirks. Even more important than that, both Lindsay and Dani accept Dayton as he is. As a parent, nothing is more important than that. I'm eternally grateful for their friendship.
Dayton and I gave their daughter a ride back to Winnipeg for Spring Break. The ride home was much, much shorter. Dayton kept his head covered for most of the way home, and it took us 5 hours (Yes, of course there was speeding involved).
Overall, we had a great little break to start off our Spring Break. How about you?
Consider yourselves hugged!
Lou
"How do I pack Jack (he's talking about our cat)?"
"We're not taking Jack with us buddy, Dani has 2 cats, and they probably won't like Jack invading their territory."
"How am I going go get to sleep without Jack (Dayton always cuddles up with Jack at bed time)?"
Darn it. Hadn't thought that one through and I need to think fast...
"Take Zeus (a stuffed cat Dayton helped make)...
"He doesn't smell like Jack!"
And then we have a slight melt down. Eventually, Dayton begins packing his things lining up his belongings in the hallway. I ask him to store his belongings under the kitchen table so we don't trip over his things.
I wake up in the morning to a mountain of toys under my table, two of Dayton's blankets, two of his pillows, a blanket and a pillow for me (how thoughtful), and requests for "Danone Crush Yogurt" to take with us in case Swan River doesn't have any... Oh, don't forget about the cheese strings and "Jello" pudding snacks, the "Canadian Rye Bread" and the "Nutella..."
It takes me three trips to the car to get all of Dayton's belongings into the car. Right about this time I'm thinking "in what moment of insanity did I decide a trip to Swan River would be a great idea?" And then I remember I haven't seen Dani since Christmas, and Lindsay for a year and a half!!! Right. It's mommy time, just forgot how much work it takes to get out the door.
About an hour into our drive, and we make it to Portage, and of course I hear "I'm hungry, I'm thirsty." We stop at a Tim Horton's and I very much need a coffee...
Fifteen minutes after leaving the Tim Horton's, I hear "I have to go pee." In another hour I hear "Are we there yet?" And then I get lost. I find my way back on the right highway, and I make it! Hooray!!!
Danielle comes outside and helps me unload the car after giving me a huge hug, which I desperately need after that car ride. Dayton spills out of the car with his Nintendo DSI and I grab as much as I can carry, leaving one of Dayton's boxes of toys in the car, thinking if he really wants it, I'll run back out and get it. Danielle takes as much as she can carry too, looks at me and says "Wow, if I had to pack that much for just a two day visit, I don't think I'd go anywhere..."
She says this in awe of my efforts to make Dayton comfortable. Danielle is the most supportive person I've met in my struggle with Dayton's autism. She's constantly emailing me and facebooking me websites, groups, therapies, information and books on autism. On days when I feel down, I know I can email or call either Danielle or Lindsay, and that I can anticipate them cheerleading for us.
Danielle has started a blog challenging herself to read 101 books in 1001 days. If you love reading, you need to check out her blog at http://101booksin1001days-danielle.blogspot.com/. During one of my visits to her blog, she had posted on reading a book called "House Rules."
Addicted to my Kindle now, I have to download this book, especially since Dani has said that even though the book is fiction, the main character of the book reminds her of my struggles with Dayton and another one of her friends who also has a son diagnosed with ASD.
So while I waited in the evening for Dayton to settle down and go to sleep, I read this book on my Kindle. I have to say, it is a work of fiction, but I did enjoy reading it. It may not have accurately have portraid a person with Asperger's syndrome, I haven't met anyone quite as afflicted as Jacob, the main character, but I can relate to Emma, Jacob's mother. Emma's daily schedules in helping Jacob cope with his disability can be echoed by any parent of a child with ASD. Mustering all her strength and energy, she fights for her son's rights and to "mainstream" Jacob as well as she humanly can. This comes to a great expense not only financially, but in her personal relationships as well, of which she has none...
I can relate to this woman, I really, really can. Emma's description of her battle with Jacob's school sounds all too familiar: "being an advocate for your autistic child's education is a forty-hour-a-week profession in and of itself. All sorts of adaptations had to be argued for and vigilantly monitored: a cool off pass that would allow Jacob to leave a classroom that got too overwhelming for him; a sensory break room; a paraprofessional who could help him, as an elementary school student, put his thoughts into writing; an individualized education plan; a school counselor who didn't roll her eyes every time Jacob had a meltdown." Holly crap! That's me! That's probably most parents with children who have autism in Canada, unless of course you live in Alberta, but perhaps even there? Fiction or not, this part of the book unfortunately rings true for most of us.
Which again makes me ask: "Is inclusion really what's best? I get the theory of inclusion, I really do, but I know for a fact my son is not experiencing "genuine inclusion," you know, the theory kind. What we've experienced is very similar to what Emma (yes, she's a fictional character, I know) has experienced, only Dayton still doesn't have a cool off pass or a sensory room, and he can't read or write... and why is it up to me to educate Dayton's teachers and principal, especially when they don't listen to a word I say because they know what works, and yet call me to "fix it" when their way fails?
Fiction or not, this book seriously struck a note with me. Again, this book is not an autism help book, it is a work of fiction, but some of the book is very much a reality for me, and I'm going to bet for many parents out there. If you have a Kindle, let me know, and once I figure out how to "lend" it to you, I will. Kindle's allow you to "lend" a book to someone for up to two weeks.
Back to my visit with Dani and Lindsay... It was awesome!!! Dayton did super well, without having a meltdown at all!!! He busied himself playing video games while Dani and I yapped. Dani's husband Lindsay joined us a few times, but let the hens fend for themselves for the majority of the time. We ate like there was no tomorrow (well I did at least, putting myself into a pizza comma my last night there). I really liked Swan River's Chicken Chef. Not the chicken, but the pizza.... yum!!!
Dayton and I got to meet Dani's new kitty "Theo." He was adorable and super playful. Really liked chewing on my toes as I slept, but he was just too cute to get mad at.
Dani also informed me that Glen's accusation of my severe snoring like a "Banshee" is very much true. How embarrassing... Oh well. She's my best friend, so she accepts me along with my quirks. Even more important than that, both Lindsay and Dani accept Dayton as he is. As a parent, nothing is more important than that. I'm eternally grateful for their friendship.
Dayton and I gave their daughter a ride back to Winnipeg for Spring Break. The ride home was much, much shorter. Dayton kept his head covered for most of the way home, and it took us 5 hours (Yes, of course there was speeding involved).
Overall, we had a great little break to start off our Spring Break. How about you?
Consider yourselves hugged!
Lou
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Tuesday, 29 March 2011
Super Autism Help Book #1
As promised, I am writing a post about the book I sent to Dayton's school I mentioned in my last blog post. You know the one where I literally copied and pasted the email I had sent to Dayton's school? Yeah, that one.
Autism help. We're all looking for it. When our kids are first diagnosed with ASD, we almost go through the 5 stages of grief for the future we had envisioned for our child. We end up looking for "the cure." Which is why Jenny McCarthy really gets under my skin when she claims to have "cured" her son of autism... Want to know the cure for autism? Unconditional Love And Acceptance!!!
I should back up a little here... Totally unrelated to autism, but you'll see how it ties in eventually...
During our Christmas holidays, we packed up the family and went to Regina to visit our daughter Charlie-Anne along with Glen's cousin and wife. While visiting, Glen's cousin shows me what he bought for his wife for Christmas... A beautiful Kindle! I had never seen one before in my life, but OH MY GOD!!! Once he showed me what it could do, I was hooked. For those of you who love to read, you need to get one of these babies!!! They're amazing! It downloads books in less then 60 seconds, and the price of e-books is cheaper than buying the physical book itself, and you don't need your book shelves anymore, saving you a ton of space. It fits in my purse and I dig it out during Dayton's social skills group class for which I have to wait in the lobby for him, bored out of my mind. The most mind blowing thing of all... I can carry about 35,000 books in my purse by having this Kindle. AWESOME!!! Naturally I'm downloading tons of books on autism, and as I read them I will tell you my favorite ones, ones that I think are helpful and definitely need to be read. The funny thing is, and my friends will attest to this, I am the most non-techie woman on the face of this planet, but I can use this Kindle. It's super user friendly even for people like me. I LOVE IT!!!
OK, back on topic here... We were talking about Autism help... Autistic children develop and bloom if their spirits, talents and self-esteem are not destroyed by bullies, prejudice, doggie-training, and being forced to be normal.
In order to help our children fit in more comfortably and see gains in their growth is to first of all understand our kids. How do we do this???
Two lovely ladies, both named Leslie have come together to write a spectacular book called: Making sense of Children's Thinking and Behavior. Follow the link below to find out more about the book. You can download it on your Kindle or order it from www.amazon.com. I had it downloaded to my Kindle, and found it so amazing, I ended up buying a hard copy of the book to pass on to Dayton's school after our triage meeting which if you read my last post, was very disappointing and discouraging. It's like I'm dealing with idiots at his school.
OK, so the one Leslie is a mother of a son with NLD (nonverbal learning disorder) who got together with her son's Occupational Therapist (the other Leslie) and wrote this book for kids with NLD, Asperger's, HFA (high functioning autism), PDD-NOS (pervasive developmental disorder - not otherwise specified), and other neurological differences.
The authors created a tool called STAT (Systematic Tool for Analyzing Thinking), which they've diagrammed for us in the book. The book is 180 pages long, it took my about a day to read it. The STAT offers a step by step method for understanding a child's behavior by revealing the thought processes behind it. Only by understanding the thought behind the behavior can you correct your child and teach them to as my dad says "change their mind."
People are forgetful that our kids need to be taught the simplest of things, things that other children pick up on by instinct. This does not mean that our children are stupid, far from it!!! I had given up on my flash drive thinking it was broken and was about to throw it out when Dayton asked me if he could look at it. He fixed the darn thing in 5 minutes. My son is far from being stupid. His brain is wired differently, therefore he thinks about things "outside" the box, something we're told to try to do ourselves! He saved a flash drive full of curriculum work that I thought was lost to me forever!
Back to the book and some autism help... I just can't keep it together this morning... I think more coffee is in order, definitely!!! Starbucks, I'm on my way...
Anyway, the book explains how our kids have (and I quote) "an atypical view of the world, unique to their particular disability, which can make their behavior confusing and, at times, challenging. Often, the child's unfairly punished." It also addresses the 12 common deficit areas and gives examples with the STAT on every single one of these areas, in some cases 2 examples. And believe me, I need examples in order to learn.
This book was absolutely AMAZING! Loved it!!! If you have a child on the spectrum, have a friend with a child on the spectrum, are a teacher or a para educator, this book is definitely a MUST READ. I'm ordering a couple more from Amazon today to hand out to my friends and family, yes, it's that good. It's just unfortunate I can't find anymore in the city. If someone finds one in the city, let me know before noon!!!
Consider yourselves hugged!
Lou
PS. If you want more info on what a kindle is....
Seriously AWESOME!
Autism help. We're all looking for it. When our kids are first diagnosed with ASD, we almost go through the 5 stages of grief for the future we had envisioned for our child. We end up looking for "the cure." Which is why Jenny McCarthy really gets under my skin when she claims to have "cured" her son of autism... Want to know the cure for autism? Unconditional Love And Acceptance!!!
I should back up a little here... Totally unrelated to autism, but you'll see how it ties in eventually...
During our Christmas holidays, we packed up the family and went to Regina to visit our daughter Charlie-Anne along with Glen's cousin and wife. While visiting, Glen's cousin shows me what he bought for his wife for Christmas... A beautiful Kindle! I had never seen one before in my life, but OH MY GOD!!! Once he showed me what it could do, I was hooked. For those of you who love to read, you need to get one of these babies!!! They're amazing! It downloads books in less then 60 seconds, and the price of e-books is cheaper than buying the physical book itself, and you don't need your book shelves anymore, saving you a ton of space. It fits in my purse and I dig it out during Dayton's social skills group class for which I have to wait in the lobby for him, bored out of my mind. The most mind blowing thing of all... I can carry about 35,000 books in my purse by having this Kindle. AWESOME!!! Naturally I'm downloading tons of books on autism, and as I read them I will tell you my favorite ones, ones that I think are helpful and definitely need to be read. The funny thing is, and my friends will attest to this, I am the most non-techie woman on the face of this planet, but I can use this Kindle. It's super user friendly even for people like me. I LOVE IT!!!
OK, back on topic here... We were talking about Autism help... Autistic children develop and bloom if their spirits, talents and self-esteem are not destroyed by bullies, prejudice, doggie-training, and being forced to be normal.
In order to help our children fit in more comfortably and see gains in their growth is to first of all understand our kids. How do we do this???
Two lovely ladies, both named Leslie have come together to write a spectacular book called: Making sense of Children's Thinking and Behavior. Follow the link below to find out more about the book. You can download it on your Kindle or order it from www.amazon.com. I had it downloaded to my Kindle, and found it so amazing, I ended up buying a hard copy of the book to pass on to Dayton's school after our triage meeting which if you read my last post, was very disappointing and discouraging. It's like I'm dealing with idiots at his school.
OK, so the one Leslie is a mother of a son with NLD (nonverbal learning disorder) who got together with her son's Occupational Therapist (the other Leslie) and wrote this book for kids with NLD, Asperger's, HFA (high functioning autism), PDD-NOS (pervasive developmental disorder - not otherwise specified), and other neurological differences.
The authors created a tool called STAT (Systematic Tool for Analyzing Thinking), which they've diagrammed for us in the book. The book is 180 pages long, it took my about a day to read it. The STAT offers a step by step method for understanding a child's behavior by revealing the thought processes behind it. Only by understanding the thought behind the behavior can you correct your child and teach them to as my dad says "change their mind."
People are forgetful that our kids need to be taught the simplest of things, things that other children pick up on by instinct. This does not mean that our children are stupid, far from it!!! I had given up on my flash drive thinking it was broken and was about to throw it out when Dayton asked me if he could look at it. He fixed the darn thing in 5 minutes. My son is far from being stupid. His brain is wired differently, therefore he thinks about things "outside" the box, something we're told to try to do ourselves! He saved a flash drive full of curriculum work that I thought was lost to me forever!
Back to the book and some autism help... I just can't keep it together this morning... I think more coffee is in order, definitely!!! Starbucks, I'm on my way...
Anyway, the book explains how our kids have (and I quote) "an atypical view of the world, unique to their particular disability, which can make their behavior confusing and, at times, challenging. Often, the child's unfairly punished." It also addresses the 12 common deficit areas and gives examples with the STAT on every single one of these areas, in some cases 2 examples. And believe me, I need examples in order to learn.
This book was absolutely AMAZING! Loved it!!! If you have a child on the spectrum, have a friend with a child on the spectrum, are a teacher or a para educator, this book is definitely a MUST READ. I'm ordering a couple more from Amazon today to hand out to my friends and family, yes, it's that good. It's just unfortunate I can't find anymore in the city. If someone finds one in the city, let me know before noon!!!
Consider yourselves hugged!
Lou
PS. If you want more info on what a kindle is....
Seriously AWESOME!
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Sunday, 27 March 2011
Email to Ms Cruella Deville aka Dayton's Principal
Obviously, names have been change to protect privacy... other than that, this email is copied and pasted for your reading pleasure...
Hi Ms. Cruella Deville,
As promised during our phone call today, I'm emailing you about our triage conference held last Friday with Mrs. D. As I mentioned on the phone, I walked away confused... and deflated.
During our phone conversations since September regarding Dayton's unacceptable behavior, you had made assurances that Dayton has made great progress this year and that he is working harder then ever. I agreed since he has only had one in school suspension this far, a huge improvement from last year. It appears that Mrs. D does not share our enthusiasm of Dayton's progress.
Reviewing Dayton's portfolio, there was little added to the portfolio since the last triage conference last November. When I asked Mrs. D about this, she informed me that this is due to Dayton's non-compliance, and that instead of working on his assignments as asked, Dayton chooses to play games, draw guns and play with paper figures. She also pointed out that Dayton has continued to bully little Johnny, something I thought had been dealt with... It appears Dayton bullies Johnny every day, and she wanted me to discuss this with Dayton. I started to tell her that I have discussed the bullying issue with Dayton a few months ago when you had brought it to my attention, and that there are a few more boys involved in this: Jeff, Pete and Odie. Mrs. D cut me off by telling me we are not going there, and to please discuss Dayton's behavior at home with him. Without clear examples of Dayton's behavior, it makes it difficult for me to discuss and teach Dayton differently, especially since I'm suppose to deal with three months worth of bad behavior. The only example she could give me is that Dayton "flicks" Johnny in the head once a day.
The reason I had brought up the other boys was not to make excuses for Dayton's behavior. Bullying is wrong, and Dayton knows the difference between right and wrong. However, Dayton's emotional development is significantly delayed in comparison to the rest of the grade 3 class. While Dayton may chronologically be 9 years old, emotionally we are dealing with a 5 year old little boy. At this point in time, Dayton practically worships Jeff, Pete and Odie, and when Jeff tells Dayton to flick Johnny in the head, even knowing he will be sent to the principals office and that I will be upset and he will most likely be grounded, he will choose his friends as he wants to be part of their group. Frankly, I don't think Dayton is able to stop and think of cause and affect, as when he flushed Johnny's toy down the toilet, he told me to he did it to see what Johnny's reaction would be. When he saw Johnny cry, he felt sorry for Johnny and gave him one of his toys. To me this is a huge improvement as last year he showed no theory of mind (empathy, or the ability to see what the other person thinks or feels). The reason I want to know who is involved and what happened is again, not to make excuses for Dayton's behavior, but to use it to teach him to "change his mind."
When I asked Mrs. D why she hadn't contacted me by email about Dayton's behavior, she told me that if she informed me of every behavioral issue Dayton displays in the classroom, she would "write a Novella." It would leave her little time to do anything else during the course of the day other than type my email. Hearing this I made the comment that it seems that Dayton's behavior seems to be preventing him from being "included," when she interrupted me and stated this is not the case, and that he is always included unless he chooses otherwise, completely missing my point. Had she allowed me to finish my sentence, she would see that my fear is that Dayton perhaps shouldn't be mainstreamed if his behavior is causing such a disturbance to her class and the rest of the students. I also feel uncomfortable that Dayton is bullying a child on a daily basis. My concern is not just for Dayton, but for the rest of the children in the classroom, especially their safety as well as his own.
I walked away from the meeting feeling as though no matter what I say, there will always be that unspoken insinuation that at the core of of Dayton's behavior problem is my parenting. It has become exhausting to prove to your staff that I am a loving and caring parent, who is trying to instill values and morals in my child.
The drive home was very, very silent. Dayton knew he was in trouble.
As soon as we got home, I got him to go to his room so that I could clear my head. I then asked him to join me at the kitchen table where we used Lisa Hurl's advice and "drew" Dayton's story. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. The only questions I ask is who, what, where, when and how. I am not allowed to ask why, and even if I did, Dayton would answer with an "I don't know." As he answers my questions, I draw his answers, always asking "did I get this right?" I drew the classroom, the door to the class, Mrs. D's desk, Dayton's desk (he tells me he sits alone with Mr. J?), Pete and Odie's desk (he forgot where Jeff sits) and Johnny's desk. Dayton showed me he walks around Mr. J and crosses the classroom to get to Johnny, flicks him in the head and crosses the classroom again to go outside and wait for the bus. Because the boys "hate" Johnny, Dayton's perception is that the whole class "hates" Johnny. Dayton also tells me that everyone laughs when he does this, instilling to him that he's doing the right thing as he wants to be funny. Being funny is very important to Dayton. He agrees that Mr. J and Mrs. D do not laugh, but the children do. Again, I do not wish to take the blame off Dayton at all, or excuse his behavior, I am simply giving you what's going on in his head: Jeff tells Dayton once a day to hurt Johnny, and Dayton listens to Jeff because Jeff is his "best friend." When I got your note today, again his answer was "Jeff told me to," and "Jeff's my best friend." I lost my patience and told him to get Jeff to prove he's Dayton's best friend by coming to talk to you and tell you how he gets Dayton to do things for him. I doubt Dayton will ask him to, like I said, I just lost my patience. I am human. By the way... not only was yesterday's note to me crumpled up, but Dayton also tried to forge my signature with a red pen. He is grounded for 3 days... no TV and no video games.
As I've mentioned to you on the phone, I've bought you a book called Making sense of Children's Thinking and Behavior. It's a short read, only 180 pages long, and it completely identifies with Dayton and how he thinks. It has graphs to use and is super simple. The author gives many examples of how to use the tools she has provided in her book. I will place it in Dayton's back pack for you, and hope you look through it. Feel free to lend it to Mrs. D and other staff involved in Dayton's learning and return it when you're done. It took me one day to read it.
My plan for Dayton as a result of this meeting:
I have bought Dayton 3 joke books. As discussed with you, I will put one of these books in his back pack for him to practice with Mr. J during the times that Dayton is not required to work. I would like this book returned every night as we will continue reading it until we finish. I read the jokes to Dayton, and then highlight the jokes he likes for him to read and memorize. I've asked Dayton to practice these jokes on Mr. J, and once he's got them mastered, he can try telling his "friends" the joke. I'm hoping this will distract him from trying to be funny by bullying Johnny. Mr. J is more then welcome to continue reading this book with Dayton and highlight the jokes Dayton "gets" and likes, or practice the highlighted ones.
For his drawing, I bought Dayton a book called "The Boys Doodle Book." I will work on this book with Dayton during the spring break, and put it in his back pack the first day back at school. Perhaps this will distract Dayton from drawing guns. Worth a shot. I wish I had known about the gun obsession returning, as I would have dealt with it immediately. He did receive a Nerf gun with foam bullets for his birthday from a well intended friend, it is now removed from his toy box. He is also not allowed to play video games for 3 days, and then he will return to playing Mario Brothers only.
I am sorry about the long winded email, but communication is very important and I want you to know I'm doing everything I possibly can to work with you.
Lou Lovrin
I'm sure none of you will be surprised that I have received NO RESPONSE to this email. I did however, get a note in Dayton's agenda written in red ink, thanking me for the book and she will be reading it during her "breaks." Awesome!
As for the book that I bought for the school's staff, it deserves a post of its very own, and I will soon do that for you all. It's an amazing book!!!
Consider yourselves hugged!
Lou
Hi Ms. Cruella Deville,
As promised during our phone call today, I'm emailing you about our triage conference held last Friday with Mrs. D. As I mentioned on the phone, I walked away confused... and deflated.
During our phone conversations since September regarding Dayton's unacceptable behavior, you had made assurances that Dayton has made great progress this year and that he is working harder then ever. I agreed since he has only had one in school suspension this far, a huge improvement from last year. It appears that Mrs. D does not share our enthusiasm of Dayton's progress.
Reviewing Dayton's portfolio, there was little added to the portfolio since the last triage conference last November. When I asked Mrs. D about this, she informed me that this is due to Dayton's non-compliance, and that instead of working on his assignments as asked, Dayton chooses to play games, draw guns and play with paper figures. She also pointed out that Dayton has continued to bully little Johnny, something I thought had been dealt with... It appears Dayton bullies Johnny every day, and she wanted me to discuss this with Dayton. I started to tell her that I have discussed the bullying issue with Dayton a few months ago when you had brought it to my attention, and that there are a few more boys involved in this: Jeff, Pete and Odie. Mrs. D cut me off by telling me we are not going there, and to please discuss Dayton's behavior at home with him. Without clear examples of Dayton's behavior, it makes it difficult for me to discuss and teach Dayton differently, especially since I'm suppose to deal with three months worth of bad behavior. The only example she could give me is that Dayton "flicks" Johnny in the head once a day.
The reason I had brought up the other boys was not to make excuses for Dayton's behavior. Bullying is wrong, and Dayton knows the difference between right and wrong. However, Dayton's emotional development is significantly delayed in comparison to the rest of the grade 3 class. While Dayton may chronologically be 9 years old, emotionally we are dealing with a 5 year old little boy. At this point in time, Dayton practically worships Jeff, Pete and Odie, and when Jeff tells Dayton to flick Johnny in the head, even knowing he will be sent to the principals office and that I will be upset and he will most likely be grounded, he will choose his friends as he wants to be part of their group. Frankly, I don't think Dayton is able to stop and think of cause and affect, as when he flushed Johnny's toy down the toilet, he told me to he did it to see what Johnny's reaction would be. When he saw Johnny cry, he felt sorry for Johnny and gave him one of his toys. To me this is a huge improvement as last year he showed no theory of mind (empathy, or the ability to see what the other person thinks or feels). The reason I want to know who is involved and what happened is again, not to make excuses for Dayton's behavior, but to use it to teach him to "change his mind."
When I asked Mrs. D why she hadn't contacted me by email about Dayton's behavior, she told me that if she informed me of every behavioral issue Dayton displays in the classroom, she would "write a Novella." It would leave her little time to do anything else during the course of the day other than type my email. Hearing this I made the comment that it seems that Dayton's behavior seems to be preventing him from being "included," when she interrupted me and stated this is not the case, and that he is always included unless he chooses otherwise, completely missing my point. Had she allowed me to finish my sentence, she would see that my fear is that Dayton perhaps shouldn't be mainstreamed if his behavior is causing such a disturbance to her class and the rest of the students. I also feel uncomfortable that Dayton is bullying a child on a daily basis. My concern is not just for Dayton, but for the rest of the children in the classroom, especially their safety as well as his own.
I walked away from the meeting feeling as though no matter what I say, there will always be that unspoken insinuation that at the core of of Dayton's behavior problem is my parenting. It has become exhausting to prove to your staff that I am a loving and caring parent, who is trying to instill values and morals in my child.
The drive home was very, very silent. Dayton knew he was in trouble.
As soon as we got home, I got him to go to his room so that I could clear my head. I then asked him to join me at the kitchen table where we used Lisa Hurl's advice and "drew" Dayton's story. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. The only questions I ask is who, what, where, when and how. I am not allowed to ask why, and even if I did, Dayton would answer with an "I don't know." As he answers my questions, I draw his answers, always asking "did I get this right?" I drew the classroom, the door to the class, Mrs. D's desk, Dayton's desk (he tells me he sits alone with Mr. J?), Pete and Odie's desk (he forgot where Jeff sits) and Johnny's desk. Dayton showed me he walks around Mr. J and crosses the classroom to get to Johnny, flicks him in the head and crosses the classroom again to go outside and wait for the bus. Because the boys "hate" Johnny, Dayton's perception is that the whole class "hates" Johnny. Dayton also tells me that everyone laughs when he does this, instilling to him that he's doing the right thing as he wants to be funny. Being funny is very important to Dayton. He agrees that Mr. J and Mrs. D do not laugh, but the children do. Again, I do not wish to take the blame off Dayton at all, or excuse his behavior, I am simply giving you what's going on in his head: Jeff tells Dayton once a day to hurt Johnny, and Dayton listens to Jeff because Jeff is his "best friend." When I got your note today, again his answer was "Jeff told me to," and "Jeff's my best friend." I lost my patience and told him to get Jeff to prove he's Dayton's best friend by coming to talk to you and tell you how he gets Dayton to do things for him. I doubt Dayton will ask him to, like I said, I just lost my patience. I am human. By the way... not only was yesterday's note to me crumpled up, but Dayton also tried to forge my signature with a red pen. He is grounded for 3 days... no TV and no video games.
As I've mentioned to you on the phone, I've bought you a book called Making sense of Children's Thinking and Behavior. It's a short read, only 180 pages long, and it completely identifies with Dayton and how he thinks. It has graphs to use and is super simple. The author gives many examples of how to use the tools she has provided in her book. I will place it in Dayton's back pack for you, and hope you look through it. Feel free to lend it to Mrs. D and other staff involved in Dayton's learning and return it when you're done. It took me one day to read it.
My plan for Dayton as a result of this meeting:
I have bought Dayton 3 joke books. As discussed with you, I will put one of these books in his back pack for him to practice with Mr. J during the times that Dayton is not required to work. I would like this book returned every night as we will continue reading it until we finish. I read the jokes to Dayton, and then highlight the jokes he likes for him to read and memorize. I've asked Dayton to practice these jokes on Mr. J, and once he's got them mastered, he can try telling his "friends" the joke. I'm hoping this will distract him from trying to be funny by bullying Johnny. Mr. J is more then welcome to continue reading this book with Dayton and highlight the jokes Dayton "gets" and likes, or practice the highlighted ones.
For his drawing, I bought Dayton a book called "The Boys Doodle Book." I will work on this book with Dayton during the spring break, and put it in his back pack the first day back at school. Perhaps this will distract Dayton from drawing guns. Worth a shot. I wish I had known about the gun obsession returning, as I would have dealt with it immediately. He did receive a Nerf gun with foam bullets for his birthday from a well intended friend, it is now removed from his toy box. He is also not allowed to play video games for 3 days, and then he will return to playing Mario Brothers only.
I am sorry about the long winded email, but communication is very important and I want you to know I'm doing everything I possibly can to work with you.
Lou Lovrin
I'm sure none of you will be surprised that I have received NO RESPONSE to this email. I did however, get a note in Dayton's agenda written in red ink, thanking me for the book and she will be reading it during her "breaks." Awesome!
As for the book that I bought for the school's staff, it deserves a post of its very own, and I will soon do that for you all. It's an amazing book!!!
Consider yourselves hugged!
Lou
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