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Autism Activities: How One Boy Found Judo

The children stood in pairs and took their judo holds, ready for the signal to move. Rhys was in position, standing opposite a boy, who was about the same height, with brown hair, cut short and a reflective t-shirt under his jacket.

But my son wasn’t in a pair. A black belt stood behind him, whose arms came around Rhys, hand over hand as he held the judo hold that had been instructed.

As the signal came, they moved. The physical support for my son guided him in the motion, helping him fight his opponent, until a leg spotted a weakness and the fall rendered defeat.

Not one word was spoken.

The teaching was adaptive, and non-verbal.

But the skill being taught was the same.
The throws and the methods were the same. The desire to learn was the same.

I have been turned from away from so many other activities and groups, with comments like:
“This is not the right setting for your son”
“Maybe wait a few years for when he can follow instruction” or
“We don’t have the funding to support him!”

I see these examples of ableism everyday.

I hear it in conversations. At venues where my son is not welcome. In processes which restrict my son’s ability to participate.

Verbally telling Rhys to do a task, or to sit in line or catch a partner, is not an instruction he is able to easily understand or formulate in his mind.

But why restrict the learning of a skill to one way of teaching? A method where only those able to learn that way can learn?

Restriction is discrimination!

It’s ableism!

Restricting to one way of teaching has meant my son has not been welcome.

Not welcome in many, many situations.

And it means he has been excluded!

Rhys’ judo club is not a special needs club, or a club that has funded one-to-one support. It is just a club which turns no one away. It is a club that wants to develop the skill of judo, no matter what method of teaching is needed to achieve that.

It only takes the commitment to adapt to allow all to thrive. And by thriving we can all look to develop further into a community of strength and inclusion.

There are no excuses to discriminate!

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Getting your Child to Talk: 8 Alterative Autism Communication Strategies

So your child is not talking. They have missed saying their first word, the milestone of speech, or their ability to understand language. Your Google search will come up with many strategies and methods of encouraging engagement, prompting speech and communicating differently with your child, but there are many other ways you can communicate and engage, from using everyday items around your house to some of the latest technology.

There are strategies you will find and learn from speech therapists which are fantastic in developing communication skills, helping your child to understand everyday requests and helping them to tell you what they want.

I am a strong advocate of these methods. They are proven to work and I have seen the results with my own son. If you want more details you can read of these methods here, where I explain step by step in how to implement them and some real life examples.

But what I found when learning about communication and the tried and tested methods by professionals, is that you have the opportunity to adapt and tweet these methods to your environment. Additionally you can also introduce technological developments into the strategies as we move into a more digital age.

Times change. Our world evolves. Things modernise and although the fundamental strategies will always remain, we can adapt them, mold them and use them in different ways.

Six of these strategic adaptions are detailed below.

Photos

A lot of visual communication aids make use of universal symbols. But there is no rule that you have to use these. The objective is to communicate, and this can be easily done with taking photos of items you use most often or your child, for example doing activities or visiting places.

Photos are great, because with today’s technology we all have a camera in our back pockets with the ability to take the photos wherever we go.

When words are not an option for communication due to barriers to understanding and language processing, a photo tells a thousand words.

Leaflets

Leaflets are a great resource and worth collecting when you see them, or even when you are at a location to store for future.

It is dependent on the individual, but leaflets can consume a lot of space and aren’t freely available when you need them at that split second moment.

However they are a great communication options to add to the collection.

Books

An adaption of the Social stories strategy, books are an amazing tool for communication. A lot of stories for children are based around a specific scenario, for example a trip to the dentist, or the supermarket, or when granny came to stay.

Whether the story is centered around our well known Peppa Pig family or a little girl’s first day a school, they all come with a message and a sequence of events.

If a new outing or visit is planned in for the future, reading a book about the experience is a great way to introduce familiarity about the event and a reference point to relate back to when the time arrives.

Even consider taking the book with you to refer back to, is always a good shout.

Cartoons

Our children love a bit of telly, and although we may think the majority is a load of codswallop and cringe as we hear the theme tune emanating through our television speakers for the hundredth time, there is some value in children’s television episodes.

Not all children’s cartoons follow the model but the majority do. They center around a story or theme and message that is being portrayed.

In a familiar fashion to books, episodes of a bunch of paw patrol pups rushing into the fire station or the poor kid from Fireman Sam getting into a pickle once again, we can use the stories to highlight a new event or activity we have planned.

On our last visit to the beach son, we acted out a Peppa Pig episode about Georges sandcastles, which encouraged engagement, imaginative play and family interaction.

Video

There is nothing better than the video of an activity, attraction or location. If YouTube is not giving you the options you need, search videos by Google and watch a visit to the dentist or local attraction.

There is also nothing more powerful than your child watching themselves on video from a previous visit. Record outings and save them in easy-to-find folders on your phone or PC. Then the next time, instead of using words to communicate where you are planning to visit, you can communicate with the aid of a video illustrating your previous experience.

YouTube

YouTube is an amazing catalogue of resources. Take your pick and you are guarenteed to find a video that will be of benefit to your situation.

A few years ago I was determined to introduce a balance bike to my son’s activities, with the hope that a zoom through the park would be on the cards.

I did everything to demonstrate the mechanism of the push vehicle only to be met with blank stares and a pair of painful quad muscles from attempting a ride on a bike too small for my physical build.

YouTube saved us when I found a video of a child pushing himself around a skate park on a balance bike.

It wasn’t a fancy video, just a ten minute clip of a child riding. But with the ability to repeat the clip, I played it on our television, over and over again, allowing my son to become familiar with the activity and gain knowledge of what the two wheeled piece of apparatus in the corner could be used for.

Familiarity of a new activity or experience is always best shown multiple times to gain awareness and comfort. The foundations of what is expected take away the fear when the real life item is presented.

Webcams

Thank goodness for technology and the virtual power of the Internet.

Previously I would spend hours finding pictures of places and items, then printing and laminating them to allow a method of communication for my son. But there was a great tool that gave him the real life experience from the comfort of his home.

Webcams of beaches, local attractions and public venues are great to allow our children to see where you are going and what it actually looks like. The video gives added value compared to a flat two dimensional picture.

Use Google to search the location you plan to visit plus the word “webcam” to see if you can get a live image stream.

Virtual Reality

Often technology and fancy geeky gadgets can put those less techy folk off, but virtual reality is a great tool and with today’s advances it is easily available for anyone to try at a very low cost.

There are many apps that are VR enabled and allow a virtual experience of the outside world from the comfort of your own home.

However, as a communication mechanism, google maps are one of the best tools you can use to communicate where you are going and give a real life experience of the location without actually going there.

With the use of your smart phone, the only additional piece of kit you will need is a VR headset. If you are not sure this is something you want to venture into or just want to have a go without breaking the bank, the purchase of Google Cardboard will get you into the VR world for only a few pounds.

Google cardboard will give you an insight into the virtual world, but if you want to get a more durable headset, there are many on the market, but I would recommend Samsung gear as a good headset to provide you with all the functionality you would need.

For more information on the use of VR with Google click here.

If you are new to finding ways to communicate with your child who is not yet speaking, have a look at the different strategies here.

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When Simple is Hard

“You get the coats, boots and hats ready, and I will do the toilet trips” I said. It was the standard pre-walk preparation we executed every week.

As we all bustled in the small cramped hallway at the bottom of the stairs, with coats consuming arms and hats bobbing up and down as the pompoms got excited for their daily trip out, one little boy was missing.

I looked around the doorway to see my son, Rhys sitting by the window with his book in his hand.
“Rhys, walk then swings” I said as I walked up to him.

“NO!” he screamed back at me, and kicked out, turning into a stiff board that would not be moved.

I immediately pulled out my phone from my back jean pocket, knowing I had to move quickly before anything escalated to a point of no return. I searched frantically through my picture app for what I wanted, but my heart was beating in my stomach. I hoped I had the right images. Images I hadn’t used in years, for a routine we had got so use to executing.

Rhys’ screams and frustration got louder as I finally found a picture of him walking through the forest and a picture of the park. I pulled the two pictures into a sequence, and held them up to him. “Walk then swings” I said, trying to keep calm and consistent with my tone, while the stress built up in my gut.

Rhys reluctantly acknowledged me and I was able to convince him out of the front room towards the front door. The rest of the family stood congregated and patiently waiting for us as I bent down to place each one of Rhys’ wellies on his feet. I was so nervous this would not go to plan, so I moved carefully and gently to try and ensure we were able to move forward and get out for the weekly walk. I held out Rhys’ coat, and he pushed each of his arms into their slots, leaving me to pull the zip up over his body.

I took a deep breath, and placed my hand on the front door, opening it and feeling the cold winter air rush past my bare face. Things happened in slowmotion at first and then it was as if someone had pushed the fastforward on our lives.

Rhys’ hand lifted upwards, grabbed the zip of his coat and pulled. His arms were out of the sleeves within seconds and he ran to the back room kicking out his feet in an attempt to eject the boots from his limbs.

I felt deflated. I felt like we had gone back in time by three years, to a time when this was a daily occurrence. A time when we couldn’t go anywhere. A time when I couldn’t cope.

“Do you want to stay here, and I will take these two?” said Justin, nodding to Jessie and Ewan who stood suited and booted on either side of him.

“Yes, you go” I said.

As half my family left and the door closed behind them, I felt my heart rip apart. We were divided once again, just like we had been years ago when we couldn’t take Rhys anywhere. Where places and activities were too much to cope with.

I walked into the back room. Rhys was sitting on the single sofa, his wellies still on his feet unable to be removed by his small hands. I knelt down by him and pulled each welly from its foot.

“Rhys, swings?” I asked, in hope that I could at least get him out the house, even if it still meant no family walk and just a trip to the playground.

Rhys just sat staring at me.

I grabbed my phone again and quickly googled ‘swings’, and held up a picture of a child on a swing. The image filled the screen of my phone.

No response.

I left the room and found his trainers. Returning to the room, I held up the picture on my phone once again. “Rhys, swings?” I said again, and then held up his trainers. My hope was fading so quickly, and I just wanted to collapse down in tears. Our life was so challenging, where a simple walk was just an impossible task.

But I held strong. I was desperate to try and find a way.

As I continued to show him the swing picture and meet him at his eye level, he suddenly let me slowly place each trainer on his foot, and with a “one, two, three” I lifted him to him to his feet.

“Swings, Rhys?” I asked again.
“Swings!” suddenly came a response.

I carefully put on his coat, my stomach in knots as the stress bringing a taste of sick into my throat,but we somehow managed to walk out the front door. At the end of the driveway, I went to turn left to take us up to the park, but Rhys stopped. “This way!” he said, pulling my hand to the right.

“Ok” I replied and let him take the lead, while I dug into my coat for my phone.

“Justin, wait for us, we are coming!” I shouted as my husband answered my call.

Five minutes later we had caught up with the rest of our family, and I collapsed into my husband’s arms, my body drained of energy, the stress and exertion of effort to get to where we were.

“I don’t know how you did it, but well done” he said, as he slowly wiped something out of his eye. We stood in the field for a few minutes as I got some of my strength back, then we walked forward. We walked onwards as a family, together again.

“I can’t go back to where we were” I said, “we have worked so hard at this”
“We definitely have” my husband responded ” We definitely have.”

As we walked forward, I watched Rhys run ahead. He must have felt as drained as me, but I knew a walk and some fresh air was what we all needed. It had been challenging, but our family walk was all we had at the moment. The only thing to keep us moving forward.

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A New Place To Sleep

I hear a sound through the darkness. It is quiet at first, then the noise gets a bit louder. I lie still as a rock, not wanting to give away my awake status to the occupant sharing my slumber zone.
If I just stay still and pretend I am in some sort of deep sleep – the game of patience, the game of who breaks first.

I am strong, I will not break.

The murmurs continue, and get loader, turning into a situation which confirms a wide awake occupant next door.
“Where’s Mummy gone?” come the shouts. A learnt phrase that is muttered in any event of stress.

I am beaten.

The request has come for me, and no matter what I say, my husband will use this request to his advantage. “He called for you” he would say, and when you have prayed for years for any ounce of communication, things like a shout for his mum cannot be ignored,

I literally roll out of bed, my pyjama bottoms having crept up to my knees during my previous hours of sleep, and my vest top is in some sort of disarray.

I ignore my appearance. It is 3am, so my fashion sense has no entry into review, as I walk sleep drunk into the room next door.

I look down at my little blonde boy in his bed. He looks up at me, love in his eyes for the person he has wanted.

I look back at him.

I have two choices, firstly to crawl in beside him, in the lower bunk and take my role in the mutual war to claim some bed space. I might get a few hours of sleep, and I am assured that Rhys will get some too. But the bunk is low, and I have been the co-sleeper in this bed for too many nights, I want to try something new. A deviation from the norm!

I want to try a suggestion that my other two kids request on a nightly basis, to which I give into every now and again. It is something that Rhys has done about twice in his life. Something bizarre to him, because bedtime and sleep is done in his bed. Because that is how it is done.

But I am tired. My bed is big and warm. An investment in a super king which was done for these reasons.

So I test the water. I make the suggestion. I hope for a change to the norm.

“Rhys, come sleep in Mummy and Daddy’s bed?” I ask reluctantly.

I suddenly stand in shock and take a breath. Rhys crawls from his bed, and takes my hand. Teddy’s arm held tightly, determined to join Rhys in his new bedtime adventure.

We walk the long ten steps to my bed, each step I hope that this is going to be the solution, but knowing changes to routine can be catastrophic. We walk onward in the dark, my hope to keep the sleepiness at bay.

As we reach my side of the bed, I lift Rhys into his newly found bedtime space for the night. I then climb beside him, and crawl under the covers, Closing my eyes, I hold my breath in the hope Rhys will settle and sleep.

As I lie in silence, a small arm suddenly wraps itself around my body, and all is calm.

A moment so small, but so big for us. My little boy wanting to climb into our bed, and being able to find it so comforting that he goes back to sleep straight away. Not movement or squabble.

It’s the little things that keep us going. The little middle-of-the-night cuddles. The little changes in routine which happen without planning or even knowing.

This kid is doing things his way, even at 3am in the morning!

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Change Your Question!

Three years ago there was one question I asked every person I met, every professional and every support group. It is a question I now get asked all the time, and a question which I see asked on support groups every week.

That question is “When did your child start to talk?”

The answers are always varied. You get the one word responses detailing the age of people’s children, and then you get more specifics, like “My son could only say one word a year ago, and now he doesn’t stop” or “My daughter just started talking in sentences” or “I’m still waiting, my son is nine next week”.

Human nature means we look for the answer we want to hear. If your child is four, you will be drawn to the response from the kind lady with blonde hair who has written “My son said his first word at four and a half”

You will breathe a sigh of relief and believe that your child will be the same, and in six months time your child will say their first word too. I mean why wouldn’t they, the kind lady on Facebook wrote that her child did? Why would yours be any different?

But your child is different. They move at their own pace and have their own strengths and challenges.

So after waiting six months, and your child has still not said their first word, you will find yourself back on that support group or Google, looking for the next response, possibly coming across a response from dark haired Dan whose son went from non-verbal to talking in sentences at five years old. You relax once again and assume your child will be the same.

You need to stop asking the question “When did your child start talking?” because you are asking a question which has no relevance to your child. You are comparing your child’s circumstances to someone else’s child, one you have never met and know nothing about.

I know what it is like. I have been there. I asked the same question. I wanted my son to start talking, because in my head, that would make everything OK. If he talked, everything would be solved!

It’s not that easy. But there are ways to make it manageable. And that starts by asking the right questions!

Change your perspective and change the question.

Ask, “How did you get your child to communicate?”

Communication is so much wider than verbal speech. A child may be able to talk, but has not yet developed the perceptive language to associate words with real word objects. Similarly a child may not be able to speak verbally, but they are able to understand language and communicate with a device, pictures or sign language.

If your child drags you by the hand to the fridge and points to an apple, they are telling you they are hungry and want a snack. They can do that without saying a word.

The moment my son signed the word “more” to me with Makaton while blowing bubbles, we were communicating even before verbal language was possible.

I cried buckets over the worry about my son’s speech. I asked everyone the question “When did your child start to talk?” But trust me on this, none of the answers to that question were any help to us, they just upset me more. They set up expectations that were never met.

Forget about getting your child to talk, and focus on getting them to communicate. Ask the question “How did you get your child to communicate?” The answers you get to that question will allow you to implement changes, improve engagement, and move towards having a conversation with your child.

The answers to that question will give you strategies and tools to help you increase engagement with your child, help you ask what your child what they want and need, and also let them tell you how they are feeling or what they are thinking.

All before they even say a word.

Speech is the last bit of communication in the process. Forget about getting your child to talk, and focus on communication. This switch in mindset will move your child through the steps to communication and finally speech. And if they don’t reach speech, you will have a selection of different ways to communicate.

Because at the end of the day, we all want to just have a conversation with our child. But that communication is not always verbal.

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Click here to read how I got my son to communicate.

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