Twelve years ago, our lives changed instantly when our vibrant and healthy three-year-old son suffered a traumatic brain injury. He fell head-first from a second-story window onto the asphalt driveway at our home in Powhatan, VA.
Hello, Internet! My name is Cole Szymonik, and I have autism Asperger’s Syndrome. Normally, the term “syndrome” implies a debilitating mental condition that the victim must deal with for his or her entire life, but Asperger’s is different; Asperger’s is a debilitating mental condition that the victim must deal with for his or her entire life that can make him or her smarter. That’s right – Asperger’s has pros (like making me a nerd) and cons (like making me a nerd). Of course, in order for this passage to make sense, I will have to elaborate on this idea.
One of the greatest benefits of having Asperger’s syndrome is a boost in cognitive ability and learning skills. I find this very useful when going to school, playing video games, or interpreting modern art (Okay, that blob is red and weird, so… does it represent the artist’s anxieties, or…). The ability to learn quickly is very useful in a workplace environment, so Asperger’s helps in that regard, as well.
That said, Asperger’s syndrome has its downsides, too. One of the biggest problems caused by Asperger’s is the intensification of natural emotions – good for watching drama, but bad for keeping quiet in school. I sometimes get in trouble because of my feelings, so I have to go to a special class called “Social Skills”. The class is an uncomfortable tradeoff – It helps me deal with my emotions at the cost of my intelligence and my sanity. It is also very difficult to find people similar to myself, so I feel like a social outcast.
But you kind of are a social outcast.
Oh yeah, punk?
And what makes you think I’m a social outcast?
Well, for one thing, you’re talking to yourself. Typing to yourself, even.
Why, you —
…Thanks, I needed that. Anyway, I often feel like a social outcast, so…there’s that.
As can be seen, Asperger’s syndrome has both upsides and downsides. Insert good conclusion sentence here. See ya!
Looking on Facebook I see pictures of my friend’s kids at birthday parties and/or play dates and I recall the last play date The Boy (TB*) attended. It was a sword-making one last summer where you take tubes, styrofoam and lots of different colored duct tape. I have no idea the last time he was invited to a birthday party.
Ryan Burnett was awarded Eagle Scout Rank on January 31, 2015. This is especially triumphant for Ryan since he uses a power chair for mobility and a speech computer to communicate for Scout ranks and merit badges. Ryan has had to rely on this equipment due to Cerebral Palsy.
Hanna Bowen is a 15 year old Autistic that has been diagnosed since the age of 3. She has very limited verbal skills and struggles with social skills. She is the oldest of 4 siblings and they are her biggest protectors.
Most mornings are the same – I tell H.* to get dressed and he puts his pants on his head while wandering around asking me if I’ve seen them. I tell him it’s time for breakfast and he yells, “You’re not the boss of me!” When we leave the house he pretends to hit me and says he’s just kidding. By the time the school bus comes I leave for work already exhausted mentally, physically and emotionally and we still have to get through the evening.
Meet Sarah W, a Special Needs caregiver with College Nannies and Tutors. She’s been with College Nannies for over a year and a half while also volunteering for a few causes. Sarah is a volunteer certified EMT and a recreation therapy volunteer at Children’s Hospital of Richmond. Year after year, she has volunteered at a therapeutic riding center working with children with special needs. Sarah graduated VCU with a criminal justice major and a minor in Russian. She speaks Russian fluently and she tutors algebra!
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.
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.