Saturday, September 24, 2005

A Rather Disturbing Week

BJ's teacher at ARC gave me some negative feedback about him. He seemed not "there" -- he appeared not to follow instructions, as well as peed in his pants for consecutive two days (Thursday and Friday).

Ok. When the accident happened on Thursday, I took it as an accident. Accidents do happen at times. I peed in my pants once when I was in P1, so what's the big deal, right? But he did it again Friday, after we rehearsed with him what to do when he needed to go for a pee. Hmmmm.....didn't work. HOWEVER, he is okay. He didn't pee at home. He can sleep through 10 hours without peeing. So, what's the problem???

Grrrr.....help!

I am going to have a script up again for him (and me) to surprise the "Naughty ShiShi".

It goes like this:

"When the naughty shi shi wants to surprise me by wetting my pants, I will say to him. "STOP. WAIT". I need to tell auntie Kathryn/Yoke Kheng I need to go to the toilet. I will pee in the toilet and surpise the naughty shishi. Then the naughty shishi will be gone. And I will be happy."
Inspired by the "Sneaky Poo" by Michael White, et al...

Fingers crossed.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

STILL MISSING KAKAK (Episode 3)

This morning, BJ made a comment.

"Aunty Gina get married, then kakak will take care of James, lauren, Papa and Mummy."

I asked, "Why?"

"Because kakak loves James".

Hmmm.....I said, "kakak is the one getting married. She is not coming back".

"I DON'T WANT". Major protest.

Came Gina, and BJ said, "Aunty Gina, you get married ah."

He is still missing kakak.

"I am sad. I want paper" (To write and draw is his way of coping with loss)

I dunno how long this will continue....I know no one can replace his kakak.

Oooooooo.....grief work.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Trying on the Page Boy's outfit

Jessie, my colleague, lent me a Page Boy's outfit.

My greatest worry -- how to get BJ to wear it when he dislikes long sleeves shirt, long pants, and the bowtie?

Well, my worry is over. When i tried it out on him, he didn't fuss at all. I showed him in a mirror, how handsome he can be.

Now, the next step -- is to write a script for "How to be a page boy?"

It would be something along these lines....

1. Hold Lauren's hand and walk into the sanctuary.
2. The music will start.
3. Look at Leon kor kor.
4. Walk with Lauren to Leon kor kor
5. Don't look down on the floor, but look at Leon kor kor.
6. At the end of the walk way, sit down with Lauren on the bench.
7. Wait until the end of wedding.
8. Walk out of the sanctuary with Lauren

(I will have to source pics as well to prepare him).

As you see, children with autism learn best with pictures and step-by-step, concrete instructions. I hope this script will work out fine.....

I am soooo excited!! Now, gotta get an outfit for my chilli padi that won't eccentuate her tummy.

Friday, September 16, 2005

Ten Things Every Child with Autism Wishes You Knew

By Ellen Notbohm

Here are 10 things every child with autism wishes you knew.

1. I am a child with autism.

I am not "autistic." My autism is one aspect of my total character. It does not define me as a person. Are you a person with thoughts, feelings and many talents, or are you just fat (overweight), myopic (wear glasses) or klutzy (uncoordinated, not good at sports)?

2. My sensory perceptions are disordered.
This means the ordinary sights, sounds, smells, tastes and touches of everyday life that you may not even notice can be downright painful for me. The very environment in which I have to live often seems hostile. I may appear withdrawn or belligerent to you, but I am really just trying to defend myself.
A "simple" trip to the grocery store may be hell for me. My hearing may be hyperacute. Dozens of people are talking at once. The loudspeaker booms today's special. Muzak whines from the sound system. Cash registers beep and cough. A coffee grinder is chugging. The meat cutter screeches, babies wail, carts creak, the fluorescent lighting hums. My brain can't filter all the input, and I'm in overload! My sense of smell may be highly sensitive. The fish at the meat counter isn't quite fresh, the guy standing next to us hasn't showered today, the deli is handing out sausage samples, the baby in line ahead of us has a poopy diaper, they're mopping up pickles on Aisle 3 with ammonia. ... I can't sort it all out, I'm too nauseous.
Because I am visually oriented, this may be my first sense to become overstimulated. The fluorescent light is too bright. It makes the room pulsate and hurts my eyes. Sometimes the pulsating light bounces off everything and distorts what I am seeing. The space seems to be constantly changing. There's glare from windows, moving fans on the ceiling, so many bodies in constant motion, too many items for me to be able to focus - and I may compensate with tunnel vision. All this affects my vestibular sense, and now I can't even tell where my body is in space. I may stumble, bump into things, or simply lay down to try and regroup.

3. Please remember to distinguish between won't (I choose not to) and can't (I'm not able to).
Receptive and expressive language are both difficult for me. It isn't that I don't listen to instructions. It's that I can't understand you. When you call to me from across the room, this is what I hear: "*&^%$#@, Billy. #$%^*&^%$&*" Instead, come speak directly to me in plain words: "Please put your book in your desk, Billy. It's time to go to lunch." This tells me what you want me to do and what is going to happen next. Now it's much easier for me to comply.

4. I am a concrete thinker.
I interpret language literally. It's very confusing for me when you say, "Hold your horses, cowboy!" when what you really mean is "Please stop running." Don't tell me something is a "piece of cake" when there is no dessert in sight and what you really mean is, "This will be easy for you to do." When you say, "It's pouring cats and dogs," I see pets coming out of a pitcher. Please just tell me, "It's raining very hard." Idioms, puns, nuances, double entendres and sarcasm are lost on me.

5. Be patient with my limited vocabulary.
It's hard for me to tell you what I need when I don't know the words to describe my feelings. I may be hungry, frustrated, frightened or confused, but right now those words are beyond my ability to express. Be alert for body language, withdrawal, agitation, or other signs that something is wrong. There's a flip side to this: I may sound like a little professor or a movie star, rattling off words or whole scripts well beyond my developmental age. These are messages I have memorized from the world around me to compensate for my language deficits, because I know I am expected to respond when spoken to. They may come from books, television or the speech of other people. It's called echolalia. I don't necessarily understand the context or the terminology I'm using, I just know it gets me off the hook for coming up with a reply.

6. Because language is so difficult for me, I am very visually oriented.
Show me how to do something rather than just telling me. And please be prepared to show me many times. Lots of patient repetition helps me learn. A visual schedule is extremely helpful as I move through my day. Like your day planner, it relieves me of the stress of having to remember what comes next, makes for smooth transitions between activities, and helps me manage my time and meet your expectations. Here's a great web site for learning more about visual schedules.

7. Focus and build on what I can do rather than what I can't do.
Like any other human, I can't learn in an environment where I'm constantly made to feel that I'm not good enough or that I need fixing. Trying anything new when I am almost sure to be met with criticism, however constructive, becomes something to be avoided. Look for my strengths and you'll find them. There's more than one right way to do most things.

8. Help me with social interactions.
It may look like I don't want to play with the other kids on the playground, but sometimes it's just that I simply don't know how to start a conversation or enter a play situation. If you can encourage other children to invite me to join them at kickball or shooting baskets, I may be delighted to be included.

9. Try to identify what triggers my meltdowns.
This is termed "the antecedent." Meltdowns, blowups, tantrums or whatever you want to call them are even more horrid for me than they are for you. They occur because one or more of my senses has gone into overload. If you can figure out why my meltdowns occur, they can be prevented.

10. If you are a family member, please love me unconditionally.
Banish thoughts such as, "If he would just ..." and "Why can't she ... ?" You didn't fulfill every last expectation your parents had for you, and you wouldn't like being constantly reminded of it. I didn't choose to have autism. Remember that it's happening to me, not you. Without your support, my chances of successful, self-reliant adulthood are slim. With your support and guidance, the possibilities are broader than you might think. I promise you I'm worth it. It all comes down to three words: Patience. Patience. Patience.
Work to view my autism as a different ability rather than a disability. Look past what you may see as limitations and see the gifts autism has given me. I may not be good at eye contact or conversation, but have you noticed I don't lie, cheat at games, tattle on my classmates, or pass judgment on other people? You are my foundation. Think through some of those societal rules, and if they don't make sense for me, let them go. Be my advocate, be my friend, and we'll see just how far I can go. I probably won't be the next Michael Jordan, but with my attention to fine detail and capacity for extraordinary focus, I might be the next Einstein. Or Mozart. Or Van Gogh. They had autism too.


Freelance writer and consultant Ellen Notbohm is a columnist for Autism/Asperger's Digest and co-author of 1001 Great Ideas for Teaching and Raising Children With Autism Spectrum Disorders (Future Horizons). She favors "common sense" approaches to raising her sons with autism and AD/HD. She lives in Oregon.

Monday, September 12, 2005

STILL MISSING KAKAK (II)

How do you teach a ASD kid about the concept of missing someone? "Missing" is an abstract concept, I think.

BJ has managed to get a glimpse of that concept. By papa going to Hong Kong, and by kakak leaving us for good, he expresses himself verbally by saying that he misses them.

I am totally amazed. Tonight, after failed attempt to call kakak on the phone, he requested to draw. H drew a sad face with huge tear drops, with kakak in the aeroplane. Wow, that's powerful. I felt.

"Missing someone" would only make sense when you love.

"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." 1 Cor 13: 13

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Playground (alternate story)

Brought kids to the playground. The playground's kiddos fav place. Lauren took few years to overcome the fear of crossing the hanging bridge. BJ just runs to the other side fearlessly. Noticed some difference in his experience today.

He used to slide down the straight pole pretending he's a fireman. Today, he decided that he's a pirate. Hey, it's fun.... (coz children with autism usually are rigid in play and lack imaginative play). AND he is playing pirate today!! Good job!! I do hope the next role would be something else....but definitely not pole-dancing!!!

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Rigidity

I wonder how to break BJ's rigidity.

He asks for paper and pencils 20 times a day.

He draws Mr Bean every now and then. He's totally fixated with Mr Bean.

I would like him to have a spectrum of interests....like other kids. Or, maybe, enjoying other activities and not only dig soil or pick up sticks at the playground to make fire (pick firewood).

Just wondering how to expand his interests....takes a long time.

I am a boy/girl - gender crisis?

BJ's teacher from ARC went to his childcare for a site visit. Saw him sitting with girls during lunchtime. He does not sit with the boys. When the teacher asked the boys to take their food, BJ does not move.

What's wrong? Does BJ know that he is a boy????

I have to get the teachers to make him sit with boys now, or he may be mixed up with his gender.

What a day.....

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Still missing kakak

This morning, BJ took out our family photo and showed kakak to me. He wants her....

He said, "kakak fly in aeroplane go home no more kakak aunty Gina take care of BJ Lauren. I want kakak fly back come back".

I wonder whether he knows that his kakak will never come back. She is getting married to her cousin mid-September. Glad for her, sad for us.

We dearly miss her too.