We added a puppy to our mix of 3 kids, 1 mom, 1 dad and 1 dog a few months ago. Crazy? Maybe, but the bond that Marky has with both of these animals is bigger than I can even explain.
The Miracle League of Richmond Virginia 2015 Baseball Spring Season is just around the corner. Have you registered your child to play or volunteer? We begin play Saturday April 11th and each Saturday through June 13th 2015. Our game times are at 9am, 10:30.
Some will be educational while others may be more fun with a component for learning.
“When I see it, then I understand”
My world turns on visual supports. I keep my daily schedule in front of me because it is different every day and is constantly changing. A light pops on to remind me that I need to get gas for the car. The grocery list helps me to get everything I need (the first time!) at the store. A Post it® note on the front door reminds me not to forget something important.
On the Spectrum
We were given the news as we sat on a couch with an evaluation that we had already read while waiting for the psychologist. She went over it page by page and there it was “he shows many features of Broad Spectrum Autism Disorder”. There was not any comfort or compassion offered with these words, just part of a diagnosis for a client, my 7-year old son. Was I shocked? No, but hearing it is very different from suspecting it.
My husband and I left the office and went to lunch. We both sat quiet. I texted my best friend, “I need you” and tried to keep it together in the restaurant. That was exactly a year ago today. I didn’t know that when I sat down to write this. I just happened to notice as I was looking at the evaluation. Coincidence, no, I don’t believe in those anymore. A year has passed and I’m not sure if it feels like an eternity or the blink of an eye. I am not the same woman sitting in that restaurant feeling like the bottom had just dropped out of my world.
It has been a year of learning, practicing, experimenting and change. My husband and I set out to learn everything we could about “being on the spectrum”. Our son goes to a counselor, and an occupational therapist that specializes in the sensory processing issues that he struggles with every day. He does music therapy and takes food medicine because his psychiatrist understands that we don’t want to medicate unless we absolutely have to. We bought a trampoline because they said he needed to jump and chewy sticks because he uses Legos like chewing gum in order to sooth himself. We cut out all food dyes and put him in a school that uses a Montessori curriculum so that he is free to learn his way on his schedule. But most of all we have learned who he is and how to parent and love him as he is.
It has been an emotional year. I have cried out of fear and out of genuine heart break because he knows he is different. I’ve tried to hide him from himself making his eccentricities, anxiety and epic tantrums seem almost normal because I didn’t want him to feel bad about himself. I don’t want him to know he’s on the spectrum.
It’s been a lonely year. My husband and I often feel like hostages never knowing if the plans we make will actually happen or if he will decide at the last minute that he just can’t go do something because of his fear, anxiety and inflexibility. Except for school, one of us is always with him. There are no caregivers that he trusts and the ones he does aren’t capable of handling him if things go south. It’s lonely because you try to explain to people with normal children and they can’t see it, or want to offer parenting advice that just doesn’t work here. My son is a beautiful child that looks like the all American little boy, but what you can’t see is the road map in his brain that often goes in circles or sometimes just plunges off of a cliff with no warning. I have cringed at the nasty stares from people as my child has what we call an “epic meltdown” in public. No, I am not a bad parent raising a spoiled brat. I am an awesome parent raising a challenged child. And yes I am guilty of being one of those people that judged other parents when their kids were “acting up” in public. Now I just look on with empathy and understanding assuming like me that They are doing the best that they can in that moment. I do not know their particulars as I like to call them.
There have been days that I’ve thrown myself across the bed and cried, “I can’t do this anymore. I didn’t sign up for this”. There have been times when I’ve thought of driving my car off the road and ending the misery. But believe it or not, most days I am grateful. I am grateful for a little boy who challenges me everyday to be better, kinder and more patient and with that comes a sense of self worth that in forty plus years I have never known. He thinks I am the best thing in the world. I am his safe place, his home base and he is mine. He has taught me that I am tough and I no longer live in fear of the “what ifs” because I’m living the “what ifs” and I’m doing just fine. He has grounded me in a way I had eluded for so many years. He saved a marriage that I had given up on, allowing me to become friends and partners with my husband and finally understanding after 10 years that I really was where I was supposed to be. He taught me that I can be great even from my house in the suburbs. He has taught me to never stop looking for the answers and the people that can help. My family has been beyond fortunate in finding healthcare providers and educators that not only take care of my son, but they take care of all of us.
Most of all I have learned acceptance over this last year. I don’t know why my son will only wear shorts even when it snows or how it is he can remember events that happened before the age a child should have memories. I don’t know how he can smell the dog food from three rooms away or how he can memorize every detail, release date and story about superheroes, legos, minecraft, and skylanders. I don’t know why he sings incessantly and refuses to try any new foods. His list of “particulars” is long and growing and no one knows them better than me. I don’t spend time on the why anymore. I spend my time on the how do we make the “what is” work for him and us. I acceptance him exactly as he is and I love him unconditionally.
I looked up the word spectrum before I wrote this. In fact it’s kind of what prompted me to write this. I needed a formal definition of the word because I’m like that. One of my particulars, I guess. This is the definition that I found.
A spectrum is a condition that is not limited to a specific set of values but can vary infinitely within a continuum. The word was first used scientifically within the field of optics to describe the rainbow of colors in visible light when separated using a prism. Spectrum has since been applied by analogy to topics outside of optics. In these uses, values within a spectrum may not be associated with precisely quantifiable numbers or definitions. Such uses imply a broad range of conditions or behaviors grouped together and studied under a single title for ease of discussion.
I thought about this definition for a long time and I liked it so much more after I sat with it than I did when I just kept hearing the words “on the spectrum”. I can’t get passed the thought that if a spectrum is a continuum, then aren’t we all somewhere on that rainbow? Aren’t we all different and unique in our own way? Some of us will always shine brighter than others depending on how you look at us.
As parents of Special Needs children, we learn and grow every day. Our parents may not always know what to do , say or even sometimes, how to act. Here are some helpful tips to share with grandparents who have Special Needs grand-babies . (Email this to them and have them read number 9 )
This past month has been full of learning and meeting so many great people. We received some great ideas on the site , we are making some changes to the site and we are adding content, businesses and events weekly!
What is a journey and why do we talk about it so often?
Journey, according to dictionary.com, is a passage or progress from one stage to another.
I believe a journey can be short or can take a while and I also believe a journey can never be fully complete.
My name is Chloe Sutterfield. I am 15 years old. I go to school at King William high school. I play a lot of sports like soccer and football, I do football with River City buddyball. I do soccer with Sportable. This past year I was the youth female athlete and was put in the Sportable hall of fame. I also ski with Therapeutic Adventures.
It is well known that dealing with ADHD and Emotions can be a daunting task; due to their powerful nature. Parents have been known to say that their children can vacillate between a calm peaceful child into an erupting volcano in seconds. Truth be told, adults with ADD/ADHD can do the same thing. But, hopefully we’ve learned to control our ADHD and emotions in the maturation process.