Showing posts with label Neurodevelopmental. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Neurodevelopmental. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Update and Sweet Shot Tuesday

12/06/2011 0 Comments
Well, I wanted to take a moment to thank my readers and fellow bloggers. There are a few bloggers who loyally visit and comment on my blog and I have to thank them because they have helped me get through some tough times and always show support. Thank you to If This Is Motherhood, for being a great sister and always giving me the kick in my ass to put me back on track. Thank you to Tessa from Apples and Autobots, Jazzy from JazzyGirls, and Jessica from Jessica Hester Photography  for giving me encouraging words and ideas that always seem to help me get past whatever seems to be eating at me.There are so many more like Jillsmo from Yeah Good Times, Jessica from Four Plus and Angel and Shell at Things I can't Say. Thank you for coming back and commenting. Thank you for posting your blogs which I read and can most definately relate too and thank you for the humor you often provide me with. Lately I can't seem to see the funnies in my day so reading yours in great. I try to relate things to humor but... It just isn't happening.

My last post was very emotional and I cried when I wrote the whole thing. Just wanted to give a short update as to what I have accomplished since the dreaded phone call and then I get to share my Sweet Shot Tuesday!!!
Chucky Cheeses Pediatrician called and is going to get him a referal to the orthopedic doctor whom I have to call on Friday. One the 15th he has the appointment with the Developmental Pediatrician and his Primary Pediatrician is thinking he may need to see a neurologist as well. I am not sure I understand why he may need to see a neurologist but I am sure they will explain further in the office. So onto the winding path of doctors and we will figure this out and overcome. There are many new things being put in place for him like a 5 pt harness on his bus and his aide is much more understanding. Now onto my Sweet Shot!!! I am so excited cause I love love love posting pics!!!

You really should join along with Darcy from My 3 Boybarians and share a photo. Sweet Shot Tuesday is a photo linky blog hop that encourages photographers to link up their best shot of the week. Each Tuesday, a new linky will be created so you can link to your favorite photo. The linky goes up very late Monday night / Tuesday morning and stays up until Saturday at midnight CST. I really hope you join in!! I also joined Tones on Tuesdays!! Enjoy!!!





Buddy


Chipmunk





Sweet Shot Day
Sibling Love- Princess helping Chucky
Sweet Shot Tuesday
Chucky Cheese

Tones on Tuesday
Scattered Horizons

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

AutismCenter Uganda Needs Your Help

2/09/2011 0 Comments

What would you do if you could not provide your child with services because the services didn't exist? This is the life of the children in Uganda with Autism. Many of these children no longer have parents and are left to raise themselves and siblings. Autism Uganda works with community members and leaders to bring help to Uganda's autistic orphaned and desperate children.
 
Their mission is to bring a new hope to these children by helping to meet the increasingly high  numbers of Ugandan children with Autism. In order for these children to have a chance to do more with their lives than simply cling to life, they need the basic materials for education. Think of the little boy, Kalumba Mustafa, in the picture, he is only four years old and lives in the Johnson Orphanage School. They don't have parents who give them the hope, love and challenges that they need to succeed.







 Johnson Orphanage School has been successful in providing many of these tools for many children, but there are still many more that need  help. In the village of Bbira, the Center has put up a school house that serves both as classroom and shelter to over 150 Autistic children. Items from pencils to toothbrushes have been donated by many generous individuals and are being used right now to improve the lives of many children. 


Nevertheless, these children still need other important basic needs, such as clean drinking water and a blanket or a mat to sleep on. Recently, they had a water shortage and they do not have the funding to get piped water to the center. They need all the help they can get. If you cannot help financially then please tweet this. Maybe you could pick up an extra package of soap and ask friends to do the same. School supplies to mail to them. Every little bit counts and helps. 


You can help provide these children with a place to sleep, a well from which to drink and a book to read.  I hope that you can find it in your heart to spread this around and help these children in Uganda. Together, we can make a difference, one child at a time.









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Thursday, January 27, 2011

Oh Boy He Regressed

1/27/2011 1 Comments
As I was watching the snow fall outside last night, I considered the prospective that the children may have yet another snow day today. This is concerning for many reasons. They have already used 5 snow days and we only have 6.  His mood reflects the routine change which makes him very difficult to handle, but most importantly, he regresses when there are major schedule changes such as no school.When I mentioned this to a loved one, they said, If he is regressing when he isn't in school then he must not be getting what he needs at home. I took this very offensive and while I do look at my parenting, and judge myself all the time, I also see how much I do for him.

I called the school yesterday and spoke to his Occupational therapist. On a positive note I did this because my son actually came home and told me about school. He told me that his OT made him fall when he was holding her hand. She stated that Charlie seemed to be very off. He was walking while holding her hand and just fell. He didn't trip, just fell. She said that he has seemed really weak lately and is having trouble with some simple exercises that he is used to doing. She also stated that when she mentioned it to his teacher she agreed. After discussing with his OT, I called his speech therapist and while she said that he has made tremendous progress, she also said that his low muscle tone is affecting him. He has trouble cutting an orange and sitting up in his seat.

I see these problems at home as well and over the last two weeks he has had a glazed look in his eyes. Almost like he is physically here but mentally he is in his own world. I really do try to interact with him and teach him. I work with him but if he is not receptive then I give it a break. I think that I am doing the right thing but I really do not know. Am I wrong for not doing therapy every second of our day? I really do try to do everything I need to do and I want to be perfect at it all, but I am not perfect. Another statement that was spoken was "How do you feel that someone else knows how to work with your son better than you?" This brought on the tears.

The statement made me think back a couple years when I couldn't reach him. When I did everything to try to make him look at me. When a hug was rare and he he couldn't speak. It was at this time that I worked with him constantly to try to help him. I asked for help that I guess in other's eyes I didn't need. I should have been able to teach my son. But, I really thought he hated me. He hated everyone. I couldn't hold him to feed him and he wouldn't coo at all. I got services when he was 7 months old. They continued till now and this child didn't speak until he was 3 years old. It hasn't been an easy road and I didn't sit back and push it off on someone else.

Children with Autism do regress. It isn't always a horrible thing, although it definitely feels like it at the time. They regress because of change in schedule and environment and sometimes they regress when they learn a new skill.
Yes, I take time to blog and I take time to interact with other parents. Do you blame me? It is not only my escape but also my way of learning more and teaching others. I can support parents that are in the same boat I was a year ago. I can figure out different methods to deal with certain situations. Mostly, I know I am not alone. I know that it is OK to feel overwhelmed and to speak it freely.  Am I wrong?? Again???

I have other children and as I have mentioned they don't get much of my time. I wish I could change that. Life with a child with special needs changes everything, but it will only affect your relationship if the parties involved allow it to. I think we all need recognition for the positive aspects we have. Stand behind me so if I fall you can catch me. I analyze myself enough and wonder all the time what I could do differently. Unless you can truly relate then don't judge it. It has been a hard winding road and there are times in which we walk backwards but we always get back on track.

Am I wrong for feeling hurt? How would you feel? I guess it doesn't really matter but I question my job everyday and when someone I love has such harsh judgement, I feel more uncertain. Truth is, I know I do my best and I know that I could not change the way it is with him. There is nothing I could have done to prepare for this.
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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

A Gift or a Curse

12/28/2010 4 Comments
I received a book for Christmas and it really hit home for me. It is called The Soul of Autism by, William Stillman. This book incorporates many of my views and opinions regarding Autism. The first chapter however caught me off guard. I guess I was in a pessimistic mood cause when I read, "The World Needs Autism", I thought,"Yeah like I need a hemorrhoid on my ass!!" Hey we all have good and bad days right. I just wasn't in a yeah Autism sort of mood, although after reading this chapter I pulled myself back together.

The author discussed how our society has been working and all the problems it has with being different. Look at the minority groups, why is there such an issue with them? It is because it is not the majority. Most people are not like them. Do we really want our children to conform to this society. Yes, we want them to learn and be productive, but do we want to lose who they are to achieve that? I do not and have stressed before that I don't want to cure my son's Autism. I want to help him cope with it, which means bringing awareness to this issue.

Many people assume that people with Autism on all levels are intellectually inferior. So many parents were told their child would never speak or communicate and were better off institutionalized, but that was not the answer. These children are very intelligent, unfortunately they just cannot express or sometimes verbalize any of it in a way that is socially acknowledged or accepted. For example my son used to scream and point when he wanted something and many other Mom's would tell me I should insist that he ask properly but he really couldn't. The other Mom's felt I was allowing him to act this way.

It goes much deeper than that on all levels. Do you ever look at your child when they are "in their own world" and wonder what they are thinking about? When they suddenly start screaming for what seems like no apparent reason, Do you wonder why? In this book he talked about a spiritual renaissance. He feels that many people with autism have a deeper connection to the spiritual world that is very pure. It is so pure because it comes to them naturally. They don't ask for it or even know what to do with it but it is there.

He talked about a child who would scream and cry out of nowhere until one day he told his mom via a communicator that someone died and he heard it on the radios in the police car. I know that my son can hear things that I cannot but how much does he hear. I wonder if the children that are non verbal have to be that way because it is too much to process all of the spiritual traffic in their minds or do they have to be silent to continue this transmission of information. Maybe it is their purpose to lead us to an evolution. After all if the rates continue to climb like they are there will be more people with Autism on this planet than without.

I have looked at all the negative aspects Autism seems to have had on my life and I look at the flip side as well. Sometimes we as parents get fixated on how many skills our child is lacking. I do it, all the time, but it is important to also focus on their abilities. They do have them, it is just a little harder to unveil. My son is a gift and he holds a gift. His gift is wrapped underneath many different colors and textures of wrapping paper and someday, I will be able to unveil it and know for sure what it is, but I guess I must be patient, loving and accepting.
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Saturday, November 13, 2010

A Chuckle for Ya from via Laughing Through Tears

11/13/2010
This was amazing and definitely prompted a smile, and a chuckle. I hope you enjoy it as well.
You may have noticed that in my previous blog posts I often refer to a place called  Spectrumville. It's really more of a state of mind than an actual location, and refers to both the autism community in general, and my own group of autism moms specifically. I both love and hate living in Spectrumville, and to that end, I decided to channel my inner country singer and write a drinking song about it.  Click the link to sing along to the tune of
Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville (then scroll down for the new lyrics).

SpectrumVille (It’s 4 o’clock somewhere)
The day’s startin’ out grim
Watchin’ my sons stim
They’re really tearin’ the house apart
It’s down right appalling
Gotta give the gals a calling
Slowly but surely, they’re liftin’ my heart
Chorus:
Plugging away again in Spectrumville
Trying to make sense of it all
Some people claim that there’s a vaccine to blame
But I know it’s nobody’s fault
Together we’re stronger
Our patience lasts longer
Nothing’s too hard when you’ve got a crew
We might build a compound
The idea is profound
How I did it before, really no clue
Chorus:
Plugging away again in Spectrumville
Trying to make sense of it all
Some people claim that there’s a gene to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault
Happy Hour comes early
Like four or three thirty
Nothing more healing than sharing pain
There’s booze in the re-fridge
Before long it will bridge
That gap between crazy and normal again
Plugging away again in Spectrumville
Trying to make sense of it all
Some people claim that there’s a toxin to blame
But I know it’s no one’s damn fault
Yes, and some people claim that there’s a vaccine to blame
And I know it’s a number of faults
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