I came across this story couple days ago and wanted to share with others in case you missed it. It was inspirational and enjoyable to watch.
Our 15 year old son is not expressing his emotions verbally and at times does not show them. My gut always said he feels them so it was refreshing to listen to Taylor's view.
I also noticed and have explained to specialists that our son is like a on and off switch and certain things seem to light up the wires where the words come out easier. A few examples is when he interacts with horses, swinging or wrestling with his brother. In this article Taylor talks about how swinging for example may make it easier to talk.
Brush your teeth. Sounds simple enough, but man - oh - man, it is not. I took Matt to the dentist yesterday for a check-up. For the second time in his life Matt has a cavity. It is again along the gum-line. The dentist was explaining to me why he needs to brush along his gums – like I didn’t know already. I know he is concerned about Matt’s brushing habits, but so am I. It’s not like we don’t go over how and why. The problem is that Matt is autistic and teaching an autistic person has to be creative – to say the least.
When Matt was younger the dentist gave him fluoride treatments to help fight cavities. I brushed his teeth for him while trying to keep his mouth open. As he got bigger and stronger we had to resort to private, detailed instruction as he brushed. This supervision paid-off wonderfully as Matt never had a cavity the entire time he was growing up. I knew someday his luck would eventually run out.
When holding my newborn baby in my arms it was impossible to predict his future.As a mother I immediately glanced ahead in my minds eye trying to imagine his life and who he would become.Would he be an artist? A doctor? An astronaut? President?It’s funny how I thought about artist first.I am an artist – an unfulfilled dream of actually working as an artist has always been my biggest regret.I come from poor people and the artist stereotype is one of poverty until, if ever, you get your first big break. I couldn’t take that route.I had to have a stable paycheck.I guess I wanted my son to be who I couldn’t be - an artist.
My life in the Asperger lane. Chaz, my 10 year old was diagnosed with Aspergers when he was 5 years old. It explained a lot but I have so much more to learn to help my son. Seeking answers and documenting my journey here. Please follow and let me know who my visitors are! Would love to read other Asperger Blogs also.
When Matt was first diagnosed some 23 years ago the professionals of the day considered autistic children incapable of showing true emotions. I look back now and smile, but back it made me furious. There really wasn't anyone who knew anything concrete about autism then, even though some professed to know much. The one behavior that each would spout but was totally wrong was that autistic individuals were basically unable to display real emotion. My experiences with my autistic son Matt, has made it indisputeable - there is plenty of emotion; sadness, joy, fear, love, - it's just not as obvious sometimes. Autism does not a mindless robot make. Over the years I have seen plenty of emotions. Empathy and love are the 2 emotions that are sometimes difficult to see - but they're there.
I always wanted to write since I was a child. It is only in the past few months that I am getting books out into the world. I have to tell you that I feel that my own son on the autism spectrum has helped me so much to see the world and myself in many new ways. Raising a child with autism is an extremely challenging job. It's really difficult for parents with typical children to understand all the challenges there can be. In my own experience, my son barely spoke until he was five years old. Yet, now at twelve, he is communicating all his needs verbally and can read, write, and spell. He is also a very loving and affectionate boy who is excited to be a teenager soon. The point I am getting at is that if there was one thing which I think is important is that parents need to continue to believe their children can get better and to keep working on it. Lots of people out there will often burst your bubble or try to tell you that they know your child better. The truth, I believe, is that no one but the loving parents of these children know their children better.
Soon it will be 2011 and a new round of resolutions are in order. I am optimistic for this new year - first time in a long time. Tom and Matt will once again be under the same roof as I. Just think of it - both parents working in the same time zone! Of course, I have a list of personal goals I have set for myself - one of them is to focus heavily on completing my book, and some goals I have set for Matt. I keep reminding myself I must consider Matt’s future in deciding what is next in my list of life lessons I need to teach him.
Ah yes, the elusive future. Does anyone actually ever figure out their future? Of course, I want all the usual things for my autistic son – more educational experience, spend more time just hangin with him, and teach him as many new things as possible. But all of these are vague and to be honest, pretty wimpy. What I want – make that need – is to make some concrete plans. It's time to narrow down just one goal to a very specific achievable goal. For this new year I want Matt to take a college art course.
It’s Christmas.Spending this particular holiday alone is torture. This year there is no tree, no lights, no joyous laughter or smell of cookies.This year my son Matt and my husband Tom are 500 miles away and not due to return until mid-January.There’s something very wrong about enduring such a special holiday alone.Yes, we have other children, but we (Tom, Matt and I) don’t seem to register on their radar this year.It doesn’t matter, it has always been Matt and Tom that bring the Christmas spirit each year and I am use to feeding off their wondrous energy come December.But I don’t have them near me this year. This is my first Christmas away from Matt and I am acting as if I am in mourning.He has always given such life to this holiday – it’s not Christmas without him.I miss him more than I can bear.
I am coming into my 19th month of unemployment and I have a son with autism, so I thought it would be a wholesome idea to devote my time and talents to volunteering for his school. Plus I’m looking for a job – who’s kidding who – and showing up at a school and nagging professionals to put together newsletters or hold parent socials or do something they’ve wanted to be doing for a while anyway but never got around to might be a good way to get noticed when the money finally loosens up.
"Why yes, this no-longer-so-young young go-getter would make a splendid addition to our team of paid people!" Does that ever happen anymore?...