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Friday, November 20, 2009

Welcome To Holland !

WELCOME TO HOLLAND

by Emily Perl Kingsley. c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.

Autism Holiday Letter

Dear Friends and Family" was written for the purpose of it being sent to relatives and hosts of holiday gatherings that might need a crash course in what to expect from their guest with autism.  Article reprinted by permission of editor/author, Viki Gayhardt.]

Dear Friends and Family,
      I understand that we will be visiting each other for the holidays this year!  Sometimes these visits can be very hard for me, but here is some information that might help our visit to be more successful.
      As you probably know, I am challenged by a hidden disability called autism or what some people refer to as a pervasive developmental disorder (PDD).  Autism/PDD is a neurodevelopmental disorder, which makes it hard for me to understand the environment around me.  I have barriers in my brain that you can't see but which make it difficult for me to adapt to my surroundings.
      Sometimes I may seem rude and abrupt, but it is only because I have to try so hard to understand people and at the same time, make myself understood. People with autism have different abilities: some may not speak, some write beautiful poetry, others are whizzes in math (Albert Einstein was thought to be autistic), or have difficulty making friends. We are all different and need various degrees of support.
      Sometimes when I am touched unexpectedly, it might feel painful and make me want to run away.  I get easily frustrated, too.  Being with lots of other people is like standing next to a moving freight train and trying to decide how and when to jump aboard.  I feel frightened and confused a lot of the time, like you would if you landed on an alien planet and didn't understand how the inhabitants communicated. This is why I need to have things the same as much as possible.  Once I learn how things happen, I can get by ok.  But if something, anything changes, then I have to relearn the situation all over again!  It is very hard.
      When you try to talk to me, I often can't understand what you say because there is a lot of distraction around.  I have to concentrate very hard to hear and understand one thing at a time.
      You might think I am ignoring you--I am not.  Rather, I am hearing everything and not knowing what is most important to respond to.  Holidays are exceptionally hard because there are so many different people, places and things going on that are out of my ordinary realm.  This may be fun and adventurous for most people, but for me, it's very hard work and can be extremely stressful.
      I often have to get away from all the commotion to calm down.  It would be great if you had a private place set up to where I could retreat.
      If I cannot sit at the meal table, do not think I am misbehaved or that my parents have no control over me. Sitting in one place for even 5 minutes is often impossible for me.  I feel so antsy and overwhelmed by all the smells, sounds, and people--I just have to get up and move about. Please don't hold up your meal for me--go on without me and my parent's will handle the situation the best way they know.
      Eating in general is hard for me.  If you understand that autism is a sensory processing disorder, it's no wonder eating is a problem!  Think of all the senses involved with eating: sight, smell, taste, touch AND all the complicated mechanics that are involved with chewing and swallowing that a lot of people with autism have trouble with.  I am not being picky--I literally cannot eat certain foods, as my sensory system and/or oral motor coordination are impaired.
      Don't be disappointed if mommy hasn't dressed me in starch and bows. It's because she knows how much stiff and frilly clothes can drive me buggy! I have to feel comfortable in my clothes or I will just be miserable! Temple Grandin, a very smart adult with autism, has taught people that when she had to wear stiff petticoats as a child, she felt like her skin was being rubbed with sandpaper.  I often feel the same way in dressy clothes.
      When I go to someone else's house, I may appear bossy and controlling. In a sense, I am being controlling because that is how I try to fit into the world around me (which is so hard to figure out!) Things have to be done in a way I am familiar with or else I might get confused and frustrated.  It doesn't mean you have to change the way you are doing things--just please be patient with me and understanding of how I have to cope...mom and dad have no control over how my autism makes me feel inside.
      People with autism often have little things that they do to help themselves feel more comfortable. The grownups call it "Self regulation," or "stimming'.  I might rock, hum, flick my fingers in my face, flap my arms or any number of different things.  I am not trying to be disruptive or weird.  Again, I am doing what I have to do for my brain to adapt to your world.
      Sometimes I cannot stop myself from talking, singing, or partaking in an activity.  The grownups call this "perseverating" which is kind of like self-regulation or stimming. I do this only because I have found something to occupy myself that makes me feel comfortable, and I don't want to come out of that comfortable place and join your hard-to-figure-out-world. Perseverative behaviors are good to a certain degree because they help me calm down.  Please be respectful to my mom and dad if they let me "stim" for a while, as they know me best and what helps to calm me.
      Remember that my mom and dad have to watch me much more closely than the average child.  This is for my own safety, preservation of your possessions, and to facilitate my integration with you tippies (what we autistics fondly call you neurotypical folk!)  It hurts my parents' feelings to be criticized for being over protective or condemned for not watching me close enough.  They are human and have been given an assignment intended for saints.  My parents are good people and need your support.
      Holidays are filled with sights, Sounds, and smells.  The average household is turned into a busy, frantic, festive place.  Remember that this may be fun for you tippies but it's very hard work for me to conform.  If I fall apart or act out in a way that you consider socially inappropriate, please remember that I don't possess the neurological system that is required to follow tippy rules.
      I am a unique person--an interesting person.  I will find my place at this celebration that is comfortable for us all as long as you'll try to view the world through my eyes!

Bless My Feet!

 Something I found in an email!



Bless my feet
My soles and toes
Point them straight
Where I must go

Bless my legs, Lord
Bless my legs
Make them strong
To do their best

Bless my spine, Lord
Bless my spine
Flexible and straight
And fine

Bless my arms
Long and limber
Stretch them, bend them
And remember...

To Bless my hands
Please bless my hands
Reaching, doing,
Helping hands

Bless my mouth, Lord
Bless my words
Make them loving
Helpful, heard

Bless my eyes, Lord
Help me see
What You want
Priorities

Bless my belly
To not quite full
Not too much
Just enough fuel

To do Your work
Every day
I've come to know
This is the Way

Bless my heart, Lord
Hold it close
Keep it humble
Never to boast

Bless my brain
Please bless my brain
That in Your wisdom
I'll remain

Bless me, Lord
From head to toe
It's by Your Grace
I'm good to go.

"He will guard the feet of his saints...."
                       1 Samuel 2:9
Virginia Santoro
(Copyright 2005 ~ All Rights Reserved)
Morning Musings Web Page

Ugh! Now Eating Paper? WTH?

So my oldest who is 9, is eating paper in class to get out of doing class work!  Isn't that just lovely?  Wonder what that is all about.  Found out at conferences that in the middle of class he just gets up and goes to the bathroom, and the teacher ends up having to send someone to go get him, because he is trying to get out of doing work....This is happening more than once a day.  Not sure what that is about either.  Ideas would be wonderful here, since I am at a loss!

My 8 year old has to go to the dentist next week because somehow he has broken a tooth in the way back of his mouth and has a very bad cavity in it....Yay, bring a classic autistic to the dentist-this should be a fun time!

Tired of the Internet Police!

So I figure that since I am constantly getting policed on what I post on facebook, that I am just going to start blogging here.  This way I can write what I want and if someone doesn't like it they don't have to come to my blog and read it!  Most of my rantings are about my ex- and it is only because he gives me something to rant about....lol.  Anyway Other times I will blog about my kids, cause they are my life!  

If you don't want to read my blog, please don't subscribe to it.  I am not looking for sympathy, or for anyones advice.  I just want to be able to vent, just like anyone else.