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A Mucus Worth a Second Look!

January 11, 2021 AMe

“He’s been sick!” came a scream from the hallway, “OMG! Come help it is everywhere!”

I jump up and run out of the lounge where I am greeted with my husband and a headless Rhys.
“It’s all over his hoody, help me get it off!”

The top has got wedged on Rhys’ head, the hood part gathered up around his neck, closing any gap which will allow us to get it off!

Rhys stands waving his arms around in his temporary blinded state, “Stuck, stuck” he shouts in a voice which is slowly moving to a tone of fear and potentially will end in only one outcome – one of meltdown.

“Watch his ears!” I shout – unsure why shouting is necessary, but seems to feel apt in these sort of situations. I push my fingers between Rhys’ neck and the orange material of the top, easing it over the one side of his head, but it pulls the other side tighter where my husband is attempting to do the same thing.

“We need to communicate!” he shouts, agreeing that panic shouting is necessary. Rhys adds his continuous screams for freedom, claustrophobia setting in.

We look at each other, a plan formed without the need for words. After a bit of agreed coordinated communication and team work, we somehow contort Rhys into some sort of gymnastic position and relieve him from his temporary restraint.

Rhys stands in the hallway, his bare arms poking out of the t-shirt, his little face one of confusion after the ordeal he has just had to be part of.

“Where was he sick?” I ask, still in a volume a bit to high for the situation, but my heart rate is still slightly elevated from the rouge hoody incident.

“There” says my husband pointing to the kitchen floor, while gagging, his mouth open and a paleness overtaking his face. (And he calls himself a man!)

The floor has that mucus type sick which is normally produced when the stomach has nothing left to throw at you.

I take a deep breathe and grab some kitchen roll and spray while Rhys gets a wet wipe and check over by his father.

As our panicked voices subside and we get on with our assigned roles, a little voice, which has been quiet for the last ten minutes, breaks through the silence.
“Make cakes?” it says. Rhys’ face has a questioning look, and still in a slightly confused state.

I look up bewildered, and slightly thankful that my son is feeling ok enough to engage with us.

Then my husband laughs, a little to loudly, and stops consoling his recently vomiting son.

“What’s so funny?” I say, while on my knees, spray in hand trying to return the floor to its recently polished, clean state.

“He wanted to make cakes!” confirms my husband, and then shows me the frying pan from the morning’s breakfast, containing a broken egg amongst some egg shells.

I look at the manky, used kitchen towel in my hand, small pieces of egg shell are visible amongst the mucus.

“I guess we are making cakes!” I say.

“Chocolate cake!” says Rhys.

“OK, chocolate cake!”

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Autism Life

Can We Let It Go?

January 10, 2021 AMe

In 2013, the epic film telling us all to just ‘Let It Go’ hit our screens, with crazy round bellied snow men and reindeer with strange impressions crunching carrots. Little girls ran down hallways in snowflake encrusted gowns, trains of material temping the naughty foot to entice an unfortunate trip up.

For those without kids, you may think the magic of Elsa faded as those young children grew up. But I can reassure you that the magic still goes on and she has still not let it go!

My youngest (now three) is the next generation of frozen enthusiasts, even getting hooked on the sequel (dvd release), and my eldest from the first generation of frozen excitement, still has the magic in his bones.

Santa was thoughtful this year and sent an amazing Easy Keyboard Tunes book of Disney songs, including all the classics, from bouncing Tiggers to the tune of the monkey wanting the secret of man’s red flower. But it would not have been five star Amazon rated without the Frozen classic, and thankfully it did not disappoint.

The book’s crisp pages were turned with each song receiving a gasp of excitement, by my eldest, as he marvelled at the selection of choice.

“This one he shouted” and placing the book on its holder, he lined up his fingers on the keys.

Now my middle son, Rhys, loves music, but has become quite particular about the songs which can be sung and anyone in the house striking up a tune. Many reasons spin through my mind, from the lack of perfect pitch his audience emanates, to the song versions not correlating to what he has playing in his head. His autism means he likes things in a certain way, and lack of tune does not rank highly in his book.

But we carry on, and find new songs which he doesn’t know, therefore ensuring the tune can form a new connection and experience for him. We have got very creative over the years.

So when my eldest decided to strike a note it was going to be interesting to see Rhys’ reaction.

The first few notes started to be played representing the first words of the classic tune we had all grown to love (or is it hate?) As the notes moved through the song, in a clunky, unusual flow, I could hear the familiarity in it.

My eldest didn’t sing the words, the concentration of the first run through of the notes was enough at this moment. But as we listened, a tiny voice who had never sung the song in his life suddenly came to life in the next room.

🎵 Let it go, let it go … 🎵

“Did you hear that?” I shouted to my eldest.
“Rhys is singing the song” he responded.

We both beamed with pride at what we had heard, these moments are magical in our house, the sudden demonstration of development or proof that we are moving forward with engagement, speech and interaction. The sign that we are doing things right!

We immediately both broke into tune, ecstatic that Rhys had picked up on all the years of frozen excitement and was ready to experience in a joint love.

🎵Can’t hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
I don’t care what they’re going to say …🎵

We were both belting it out, the keyboard notes all over the place, our inability to multi task so early on in our musical immaturity. We were bopping around thinking we were West end stars, both understanding the leap forward Rhys had made in recognising a piece of music and then assigning the words.

But our impromptu party was abruptly halted, as Rhys entered the room and screamed full pelt at us. We felt like misbehaved school kids who had taken a bit of classroom jubilee a step too far, the noise trailing down the corridors to the heads office.

The singing stopped, the dancing halted, and my eldest clawed back the excitement placing his fingers calmly back on the black and ivory to play the notes properly.

But the words didn’t stop,

🎵 Let it go, let it go 🎵

Sang Rhys, all on his own without the fuss of us crazy nut cases!

Autism Strategy, Speech

The Communication Pyramid

January 8, 2021 AMe

The one question that parents, with non-verbal children, always ask other parents is, “When did your child start to talk?”

I asked this question hundreds of times, to parents in my social circle, to professionals and in user community forums. Each time, I got a range of answers:
“Lots of children have speach delays”
“His older brother is probably speaking for him”
“My son didn’t talk and then just started speaking in sentences”

And the list went on. I kept reassuring myself that there was nothing wrong and that Rhys would speak in his own time.

After months of speach therapy and very slow progress, I was still extremely confused. I wanted to know the timelines for getting Rhys to talk, but it was all unknown and no one told me what to expect.

After loads of reading, I finally came across what I call “The Communication Pyramid”. As soon as I saw this, it all started to make sense.

Every person who learns to talk goes through different stages. We all start at the bottom of the pyramid being non-verbal and unaware of our surroundings. This was where Rhys was at 2 years old. Totally in his own world, zero sound and totally unengaged.

A child needs to move through all the levels of the pyramid to start communicating verbally. Some are quicker than others, and some (like Rhys) need the extra support to progress.

After seeing this image it made me realise that there were progress markers that would allow me to track against. Rhys was not going to wake up one morning and start speaking. He needed to move through the different stages.

In the case of Rhys, he was non-verbal at 2 years old. I distinctly remember that it took a lot of work on the first stage of the pyramid to even get him making a verbal sound. It was only when he was 3 years old that I heard a sound from him. Not a word but just a vocalisation. It took another year before his first word and then one more before we started to get a few two word phrases. We are still on the journey, but at least now I have something to track this against. It is a long road and not something that is going to happen over night.

The understanding and following of instruction is progressive. He started to understand certain instructions from 3 years old, and this is improving all the time.

I still cannot imagine asking Rhys “How was your day?” and getting a response. Every day after school I just need to assume it went well by the smile on his face.

I have no idea of any aspects of his day, or the names of any children in his class. I have to count on teachers letting me know of any issues, or his non verbal cues as to whether he is upset or unhappy.

I know it will come and it will be something I have waited years for. I am lucky in that Rhys is moving up the pyramid and through the continued hard work we all put in, he will reach the top in his own time. But we need to remember, you dont need to reach the top of the pyramid to communicate. It is a communication pyramid, where communication starts from the lowest layer even when words are not involved.

Autism Life

Discipline equals Freedom!

January 8, 2021 AMe 1 Comment

A lot of people will frown on my version of parenting. The version where the mantra “Discipline equals freedom” can be heard being chanted through the hallways. Along with questions of “Do you believe you earned it?” and “What do you think?”

Questions I direct at my child, instead of imposing my views on them.

It all started with a children’s book called ‘Way of the Warrior Kid by Jocko William, an ex-marine telling the story of how to be the best version of yourself. The concept of getting the tough stuff done to earn the rewards you define for yourself.

We have switched from telling my eldest what he should be doing, to asking him to plan what needs to be done.

When a request comes to have more television time or play Minecraft with his friends, I never say “no”, instead I ask “Have you earned it?”
To which the response is normally an immediate turn on his heals to complete his planned football practice or knock out a song on the keyboard.

We are not at this development point with my younger son Rhys yet, the challenges of autism and interaction make this a bit more difficult. But it is still something we have started to implement, and more importantly need to, in order to ensure structure, communication and predictability within his life.

At the moment my eldest is providing the best training ground for us as parents to practice the method. We are implementing it slowly for Rhys, where a reward of an episode of the Gruffalo requires Rhys to engage with a puzzle game, or a request for an ice-lolly requires him to do a bit of writing.

Discipline equals freedom, or more realistically reward!

Now there will be those haters out there. The ones who believe kids should be kids and not be ‘bribed’ to get what they should rightfully just be handed. But I believe that our role as parents is to guide our children and show them how to live their lives to the fullest, and achieve every dream they envisage.

My son’s autism means that structure is more important than ever. Teaching how to get things done, plan your day and get the tough stuff out of the way first, are life skills we should all be teaching and supporting our children with from a young age.

By learning from a young age that (self) discipline equals freedom, and they will be able to achieve the impossible.

And if it doesn’t work, just have a glass of gin!

How do you parent your kids? What is your method?

Autism Life, Autism Strategy

Changing It Up!

January 4, 2021 AMe

I lay out the word puzzles all in a row. The same way I always lay them out. The little wooden letters are scattered underneath, each letter face up, in the way it should be.

“Rhys, word puzzles” I say, and with luck he is next to me willing to participate. It took me ages in March to get him interested in the letters, but I persevered, and after a lot of chocolate, we had a system, a process of placing each letter in its slot and saying the word.

As Rhys chooses the first word, I let him find the ‘s’ and put it in its place. But as I turn around I see his new LCD writing screen on the floor, and a thought comes to mind.

As Rhys places the letters s, o, c and k into the puzzle, I write each letter on the little black screen mirroring his word formation.

“Rhys, sock” I say, pointing to the word I have written which corresponds with his wooden letters.

He is partially interested.

“Rhys, what letter next?” I ask, as I see the word duck as the next word in the sequence.
“D” he replies.

As he searches for the letter, I draw it on the blue tablet screen. “D” I say.

We continue with the process, Rhys slotting the letters into their place, while I write them down.

For now I just carry on in the background with my writing, as if it is purely for my own enjoyment!

For my son the key to change, is familiarity. Building on what he already knows and letting him get a sneak preview of what is to come. I don’t force him to write the letters or to take part in the change. I just casually implement a small change, all by myself to the side of him.

As we come to the last word, I continue with my prompting in the same way I have done all through the puzzle.
“What’s next, Rhys”
“S” he responds.

I pause but this time I don’t write the letter on my screen. A change to what I have been doing the whole way through the game. Two eyes look across towards me.

We wait.

Rhys then pushes my hand towards the LCD screen. He wants me to write the letter so he can do his part.

“S” I say, and draw the letter on the screen.
Rhys places the wooden piece in its place.

After doing the new game for the third time today, I pause for longer between letters, and await Rhys’ response. He waits and once again looks at me waiting for my action. But I wait, until he suddenly lifts the pen and writes the letter ‘i’ on the screen all by himself, then places the ‘i’ into the puzzle to continue the word ‘fish’

I am so proud.

Don’t feel you need to recreate the wheel or pull out something completely new.

Use a game, toy or activity your child already enjoys and add to it. If you open your mind, you will be able to create new ways of teaching letters, numbers, fine and gross motor skills.

Try just slotting in small changes to the current activity or do something along side.

Be patient and see what happens.

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A&Me