Im just curious if any of your kids are fascinated by ceiliing fans the way Marcel is. My
brother has several fans in his house and we had to keep them all on last night otherwise
Marcel would get upset. We have a fan in our living room that has to be on & right now
my husband is at Lowes buying a kit so he can install a fan in Marcels therapy room.
Got me to wondering about y'alls kids. I know some kids on the spectrum like vacuums..........


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Ooooopsy daisy as my mom
Ooooopsy daisy as my mom used to say lol
My grandma's name is Daisy
My grandma's name is Daisy and her mother was Myrtle, a.k.a. "Fertile Myrtle" who had 12 children.
Oh how funny lol.
Oh how funny lol.
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Wyatt likes fans, but after
Wyatt likes fans, but after a while he gets his fill of them and doesn't notice them so much. One thing that he does do sometimes is stand up on a chair and try to wack our kitchen lamp, which dangles enticingly from the ceiling.
My son likes fans as well.
My son likes fans as well. Not to alarm you but be careful. He might try to climb up and touch.
He is not overly obsessive about it...but sometimes wants them on. If i don't want it on i sometimes fib and say its broken. He sees me fix stuff all the time so he seems to accept this response.
My son did like to watch
My son did like to watch ceiling fans and other things that go around - train wheels, plane propellers, and the like. I think the therapists used the term "visually interested" to describe this particular obsession. She was probably just trying to be nice. Watching this stuff, though, would appear to relax him and later on he would give indications that he really was figuring out how they worked.
I hope having a ceiling fan in Marcel's therapy room, though, doesn't pose too much of a distraction for him from his therapy. In his early years, my son always did better in a room that was pretty much reduced to just the four walls, the therapist and whatever she was working on with him at the time. As he progressed, we deliberately introduced distractions later on so he could learn to "ignore" them and focus on whatever task was at hand (which was not a skill that came naturally to him).
I could see though how the fan could be used as a reward for Marcel when he accomplishes a task his therapist gives him, perhaps by turning it on right at the end of each session, which might allow him to destress from the session itself.
Hi Perseverence, As a matter
Hi Perseverence, As a matter fact we have used the fan as a reward.
We're pretty fortunate. Marcel doesnt freak out over change. I can move
furniture & it doesnt phase him. We dont have alot of distractions anyway.
I dont like alot of clutter (Im constantly battling it) and we dont keep pictures
up that have glass, no low lamps. The two little lamps we have are out of
his reach, the rest are ceiling fixtures. I know alot of these kids freak out over
change. Also Im effected by noise (gee maybe Ive got aspergers who knows)
too much noise distracts me especially first thing in the morning. I cant have
one tv on cartoons and another on the news, they both have to be on one
station for awhile, its' weird. What Im getting at is I can relate to being
overly sensitive to sound & clutter so I naturally reduce it as much as possible.
Transitions/changes
Transitions/changes were always very difficult for my son. We found "excessive preparing" for them was usually the best way to avoid an all out tantrum. We must have made millions of lists and schedules while he was growing up. Just having a schedule in place seemed to relax him a lot, particularly if we were "ahead of schedule." Once I learned this about him, I planned his schedules so that we could be always ahead of schedule. Generally now, he is somewhat slower (more meticulous) at completing tasks, but he does complete them fully and is rarely distracted from whatever the job is at hand. He still doesn't like surprises or last minute changes to the schedule, but does try to understand that sometimes such things are unavoidable.