Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Autism Dad Blogs

I'd been thinking about posting about autism dad blogs and asking people to list the ones they know of. Sunday Stillwell, who blogs at Adventures in Extreme Parenthood, beat me to it. Thanks for getting the ball rolling, Sunday. And since you have way more followers than I do, I'm hoping the word will spread far and wide. Everyone else, go read her blog (it's one of my favorites) and post links to any autism dad blogs you know of. And while you're at it, could you post the link to her blog, and ask your readers to post any autism dad blogs they may know of in the comments?

Some autism dad blogs I follow:
http://www.stuartduncan.name/
http://www.adventuresinaspergers.com/
http://blogginglily.blogspot.com/
http://anotherautismdad.blogspot.com/
http://www.bothhandsandaflashlight.com/
http://happytrbl.blogspot.com/
http://lebelinoz.blogspot.com/
http://lous-land.blogspot.com/
http://otscomic.blogspot.com/
http://bigdaddyautism.com/


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Saturday, January 14, 2012

What goes around, comes around


Kelly from Unplanned Trip To Holland has just given me the Liebster Blog award. So of course, I had to go look up the rules so I could break them. Except she didn't post them. She did, however post her answers to a list of questions that I assume were part of the award process. They were the exact same questions that were part of the Sunshine Award. Which I just got last week. In fact, she tagged me for this award in the comments on that post. Strange things are afoot at the Circle K.

Tracing it further back, I did find one rule about limiting the award to bloggers with fewer than a certain number of followers, but there was some disagreement about whether that number was 20 or 200. Wait a minute! I can't even keep up with reading all my blogs, and now I have to keep track of how many followers they have?

Hmm, I do kinda like the idea of an award for the little guy. Especially since some  new bloggers come along, follow my blog, post comments, and within a year have WAY MORE FOLLOWERS than I do! But I really do like her blog. It's like, one of my favorite favorites. And she probably didn't know that I had just answered these questions because I was a smartass and just posted my answers without the questions.

Italia what Ima do. I'll post my answers again, this time, first the answers, then the questions. I usually just say, "Read the blogs in my sidebar." I started a long post saying something nice about each of the blogs in my sidebar, but it was getting so long no one would read it all, assuming I ever finished writing it. Instead, I'm starting a new feature where I choose a "Featured Blog" from time to time, (basically, whenever I feel like it) and post nice things about the blogger, along with this random logo I stole off the internet.

(I typed "random logo i stole off the internet" in Google Images, and this is the first thing that came up.) They can come claim the award, copy and paste the logo, and do whatever they want with it. Or if they don't want to post it on their blogs, they can just leave a comment here, so I know they read my post. K? If they don't see it, serves them right for not reading my blog!

The answer is:
Cyan.
The question is:
What is your favorite color?

Mama Bear.
What is your favorite animal?

I agree with Dee's answer.
What is your favorite number?

Coffee.
What is your favorite drink?

I've never Twittered. I was about to quit FB when Social Fixer came along and made FB tolerable. Now I can keep up with all my friends if I want to, but I hardly ever check FB. I have 491 FB friends, and it's just the same people posting the same kind of stuff over and over.
FB or Twitter?

Reading.
What is your passion?

Giving presents. To myself.
(Do you prefer) Giving or receiving presents?

July 4, 1776.
What is your Favorite day?

Freshly ground whole wheat.
What is your Favorite Flower?

Coming Soon: Featured Blogs

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Thursday, January 12, 2012

The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated

After vomiting Monday night, GL missed the first day back to school on Tuesday as a precaution, but he did not throw up again. The rest of us had sore throats, runny noses, and generally felt crummy for a few days, but are pretty much back to normal now. And I am still way behind on reading my blogs. 

GL is doing much better on his new med, not hitting or threatening people. His reports about school are completely unreliable, and the school is not as communicative as we would wish, but the reports we have been getting are all good. He is asking repetitive questions, mainly about his birthday. We have shown him the calendar, and attempted to explain numerous times how many weeks and days until his birthday, but he just doesn't get it. On more than one occasion, he woke his brother up in the middle of the night to ask him when is birthday was.

It is snowing, and some schools have already cancelled for tomorrow. GL is confused and worried about his schedule under the best of circumstances, and asked several times today whether he had school tomorrow. I wish I knew one way or the other.

On the way home from school today, I noticed he was sticking his tongue out. I asked, "Are you catching snowflakes with your tongue?" 

He said he was. I asked, "What do they taste like?"

He said, "They taste like dirt!"

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Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Sanka, Are You Dead? Yah, Mon!

I haven't had time to read blogs in a while, much less post. Even when I check my email, I only scan my inbox for items that require my immediate attention. Yesterday was the last day of what GL's school calls Winter Break in order to avoid offending hundreds of imaginary people. So I thought today would be the day we could begin getting back to our routine. I'm glad Christmas Vacation was only eight days; disruption to routine is bad enough, but GL always thinks everything is permanent. He asks about school many times a day, but he keeps insisting that he was expelled from school and can never go back.

Yesterday we all woke up with sore throats. Last night, GL started throwing up. I think I'll be sitting on the couch a lot today; the laundry can wait. Enough spreading the sunshine!

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Which brings me to the award I got this morning. Rules are here.

1. Thanks, Dee.
2. http://www.snippetsnstuff.com/2012/01/how-lucky-am-i.html
3. Cyan. Mama Bear. I agree with Dee's answer. Coffee. Neither. (I didn't log in to Facebook for two weeks and didn't miss it. Logged in to see what I'd missed. Nothing. And I'm not a Twit.)  Reading. Giving presents. To myself. July 4, 1776. Freshly ground whole wheat.

Read the blogs in my sidebar. They each deserve an award.

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Thursday, August 4, 2011

My Favorite Blogs

I've added to the lists of my favorite autism blogs and my favorite home school blogs. (See sidebar.) Visit, comment, share the love!

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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Mumble, Mumble

Kelly at Unplanned Trip to Holland posted about her son's mumbling. GL doesn't do that exactly, but he will often come into the room mumbling, walk up to me like he wants to tell me something, and continue mumbling just softly enough that I can't quite make out the words. If I ask him what he said or what he wants, he says, "Never mind," or "I was talking to myself!" (In a tone that suggests, "How dare you interrupt me!") If I don't ask what he's saying, he'll continue mumbling until I ask.

The few times I have been able to pick out some of the words, he was asking for something. He apparently thought if I didn't hear the question, I couldn't say no. He seems to do this a lot when he's asking for something he's not sure he can have. I'd be happy to let him have many of the things he asks for but, since his requests are all over the map, I don't dare say yes without hearing the question. He thinks that's not playing fair.

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Sunday, July 17, 2011

Peace

BB has camp this week. Not his brother's Special Needs camp that he will also be attending, but his own, nippical, ordinary Bible Camp. It seems odd that we're sending him to a Baptist camp, since we haven't been Baptists in years, but if our denomination has something similar, I haven't heard about it. MB took him to camp. They left yesterday morning, planning to visit family friend Mrs. C, who lives in the area, for the weekend, then MB will drop BB off at camp and return home Monday.

GL is much calmer and quieter without his brother around. We've said several times it would take much less than half the effort to raise one of these boys without the other, and it wouldn't matter which one. After this weekend, I'm inclined to say if we had only one, GL would be the easier. Things have stabilized; his meds are keeping him calm without making him dopey, but he's also much more pleasant without BB setting him off all the time.

I had big plans for the weekend. I knew as long as GL had DVDs, PBJ, and Mac & Cheese, he would be content and not require much attention. I'm a bit like him. Social interaction seems to take more effort than it does for other people, and we don't get as much out of it. Twice the effort for half the pleasure. And I enjoy my own company. I pity anyone who doesn't. Even in a crowd, you can never get completely away from yourself, so why not make friends? I know some people who are so dependent on their acquaintances, so shaped by them, that I suspect when they are alone, they cease to exist.

With no one to interfere, GL and I can enjoy sharing a space without needing to share an activity. Being alone with him is almost as good as being alone, and that's high praise in my book. I had a long accumulation of to-do lists full of items I haven't yet got to-do. What did I accomplish? I took a shower. Actually, two, one Saturday, one Sunday. I loaded and ran the dishwasher. Twice. Oh, and I caught up on my blogs. It took all weekend, but Google Reader now shows No Unread Items! They had been piling up for a while, partly because things have been a little busy around here, and partly because I have a habit of subscribing to more blogs than I can possibly read. While I was at it, I thinned my subscriptions. I started with the blogs with the most unread posts. If one to two months' backlog didn't contain anything I'd miss, out it went. I am now down to 92 subscriptions. I can't remember the last time I was below a hundred, and at times, it's been considerably more than that. Of course, in catching up on my blogs, I inevitably found posts in which they linked other blogs, and I had to resist the temptation to subscribe to those. I didn't add any new blogs! OK, maybe one or two. Now maybe I'll have time to post more to my blog, and fill in some of the many happenings over the last couple of months.

About 5 p.m. today, when it became clear that I really was going to make it to the end of my backlog, I noticed GL wandering around, looking like he wanted something. I had spent most the weekend ignoring him. He didn't mind, but maybe he would like a little father-son time. I tried to think of something we could do together, something that he would enjoy and I wouldn't mind doing. I know how much he likes Chutes and Ladders, so I asked, "Would you like to play a game?"

"Yes." he answered, "Clue Finders." So for the next hour and a half, he played a computer game, and I wandered around looking for something to do while I waited to get back on the computer and finish my blogs.

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Thursday, April 21, 2011

Happy Good Friday

Happy Good Friday? Well, yes. Every Good Friday, one of my favorite bloggers reposts this post from her archives, and for the third year in a row, I'm linking it. She says it so well, there's really nothing to add.

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Sunday, April 17, 2011

A Must-Read Blog!

I just found a great new blog. Actually, it found me. Brian left a comment on my last post, and, wondering who Brian was, I immediately clicked his profile and took a look at his blog, Both Sides of the Coin. (If you want me to read your blog, nothing gets my attention like leaving a comment on my blog.)

As you know, two of the things I blog about most are homeschooling and autism. These are the topics of many of the blogs I read, as well. As you might imagine, most of them are written by moms. Nothing wrong with that, I really enjoy their humor and insight, but when I find an autism or homeschooling blog by a dad, it really gets my attention. (If you run across any, send me a link. I've only seen a handful.)

It's not just a blog by an autism dad, it's a team blog by the parents of a boy with autism, with a he says, she says format. It's well written, humorous, and insightful. Drop everything and read it. And the post A how-to guide for dealing with autism dads, from Brian's old blog, before he and Christy combined their blogs to write Both Sides of the Coin.

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Thursday, February 24, 2011

Woo-Hoo! I've caught up on my blogs!

I have an addiction. And addiction to reading blogs. An addiction to subscribing to blogs. And when I read a blog, if it links to another blog, I have to follow the link. And if I enjoy it, I'll most likely subscribe to that blog, too. And if I really, really like it, I'll start reading through the archives. And I'll almost certainly check out the blogs that blogger reads, and end up subscribing to some of those. Google Reader makes it so easy to subscribe. When I log in, I don't have to visit all my blogs, looking for new posts. All the new posts are sitting there waiting for me. I enjoy reading my favorite bloggers; they add humor, happiness, and encouragement to my day. It only takes a few seconds to read the average post. Very few take longer than a minute to read. And did I mention it's free?

But my blogs have a dark, insidious side. As much as I like to subscribe, I find it very hard to unsubscribe. After all, I like this blog. I signed up for it, didn't I? And so they accumulate. Then I have a busy day or two, or a week, and I can't read them all. Like The Newspaper That Shall Not Be Named, if I don't read the posts or throw them out, they pile up. And when I return, I have not only the day's new posts, but the backlog, which I may not have time to deal with. But I hate to delete any post unread. What if I miss some vital piece of information, insightful comment, thrilling narrative, or a joke that may put me in danger of inundating my unmentionables?

They not only accumulate, they sit there accusingly, like an unopened bill or report card, like undone homework or tax returns. The longer they sit, the less I want to think about them, so they pile up faster and deeper. By now the guilt of the messages I should have just deleted is added to that of the messages I  could have enjoyed, if I had only taken the time to read them. Some old posts drop off the list if they aren't read. I haven't figured out the rules—they seem to be different for every blog—but I worry about the posts that have disappeared. Somewhere around 500 unread posts, I feel an urgent need to catch up. I clear some time, and start reading as fast as I can. About then, several of my favorite bloggers go on a posting frenzy. Even swimming upstream as fast as I can, the current rushes me down the river. Something has to give. I don't want to abandon my favorite bloggers, but I can't read the entire Internet, or even keep up with the parts I find interesting. I even forget which blogs I love to read, and which I have lost interest in.

I spent nearly all my free time for the past two weeks reading and thinning my blogs. I was far enough behind that a representative sample of posts had accumulated on nearly all of them. If that sample didn't enrich my life, I unsubscribed. If there were fewer posts I liked than didn't, poof! If one post really irked me, bye-bye! As much as I may have enjoyed each and every blog, I had to cut somewhere. When I was finished, I had cut my subscription list nearly in half, to 108. Some of that number were abandoned by their writers months ago. Some writers post rather infrequently. Some have not posted in so long, I'm waiting to see whether they have abandoned their blogs. So I have a relatively manageable number of regular posters whose posts I really enjoy. That means I won't put off reading blogs because I dread the backlog. Over time, I may trim the list further. In the process of all this reading, I found several new blogs that look quite promising. Oh, the temptation!

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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Pinky, We're Going to Take Over the World!

Today's post is reprinted with permission from Boarding in Bedlam. I tried to find the original comment Arby quoted, but decided I had better things to do. I assume it's buried somewhere in the 777 (and counting) comments.

Arby is a stay-at-home, homeschooling, father of General Mayhem, Major Havoc, and Captain Chaos. He is happily married to The Boss. They live in Apathy, Kansas, with The Big Fuzzy Dog, several chickens, a few fish, and Reggie the Rent-a-Dog.


Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Pinky, We're Going to Take Over the World!
Well, it’s almost time to begin the new day. In a few minutes I will gather my hand-picked students, chosen for their unique gifts and abilities, and start them on their daily lessons. That is the position of Tracy, a teacher writing on a Wall Street Journal community forum. In her post, Tracy wrote:

Homeschooling - I have no problem with homeschooling, but please don't compare that with my job. There are VERY FEW similarities. If I had only 3-4 self-selected students to educate in the comfort of my own home with any bathroom/food/physical activity/food break and could set my own hours and discipline appropriately, etc. etc. etc ------ I could get even better results than those parents. If you don't believe me, then please fund that study and I will be happy to participate. I will even take 10 students.

She discovered our secret. Homeschoolers self-select only the best students. This self-selection process skews the results of home education unnaturally higher than those of our public school counter-parts. Tracy is such an incredibly talented teacher that if she would do the same, her homeschooling performance would be better than the rest of us teacher-wannabes. I’m stepping up today to raise my hand and admit, “Guilty as charged!”

I self-selected only the best students for my homeschool. I did not simply accept the children that God gave me. I self-selected a girl with a congenital heart defect. She’s a stroke victim with learning delays that caused us to hold her back one year in school to better prepare her to complete the first grade. It gave us time to help her gain the ability to hold and manipulate a pencil. Nothing screams “academic success” like repeating kindergarten! I self-selected OCD Boy. He’s the child that must ask the same question three times in a row before hesitantly accepting the same answer given three times in a row and gingerly moving forward through his exercises. If he had his way, I would be holding his hand through every question on every task that he completes. His ability is high. His self-confidence is low. I even self-selected Walter Mitty, my teenager whose hold on reality is tenuous on his best days. I wanted him to possess a genuine talent for mathematics coupled with a genuine loathing for the subject that allows him to stretch even the simplest math assignment into a five hour marathon.

I’m a bit of a sadist that way.

I’m fairly certain that if I asked my homeschooling friend Daniel, he’d admit that he self-selected autism for his oldest boy. Teaching a non-autistic child would be so…mundane. I’m quite certain that most of the thousands of the parents who homeschool their special needs children would agree. And those homeschooling parents who chose “normal” students? Selfish bastards. All of ‘em. They could have self-selected special needs children, but nope, they opted for normal. And we all know that normal homeschooling children never act up, disobey, sass, fail to complete their work, fail subjects, miss deadlines, lose assignments, daydream, lollygag or repeatedly make the same mistake that their parent-teachers have explained to them over and over and over again until they are banging their heads on the refrigerator in frustration. It never happens because those traits have been self-selected out of normal homeschooled children.

It’s time to let the world in on a little secret. Homeschoolers hold all the secrets to manipulating DNA in order to produce only the best possible students.

Pinky, we’re going to take over the world!

Or maybe…just possibly…Tracy has no idea what she is writing about.
Posted by Arby at 10:15 AM

http://boardinginbedlam.blogspot.com/2011/02/pinky-were-going-to-take-over-world.html


Papa Bear said...

I thought you must have a hidden camera in my house. Did I mention that, along with autism, GL has OCD? And after he asks the same question 20 times, I ask, "What did I say?" He repeats my answer verbatim, then asks the same question again.

And your "Walter Mitty" describes BB to a T!

I must have forgotten to fill out the girl with a heart condition page. Either that, or they're so popular, they're backordered. I seem to remember requesting twelve little blessings who were all candidates for Mensa, Mr. / Miss Congeniality, Most Diligent, Most Likely to Succeed, and sainthood. Ability to run a 4 minute mile while still in high school optional. Instead, I got my kids. I wouldn't trade them.

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Monday, February 21, 2011

So it's not just my kid...

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Whose Job is it, Anyway?

I love it when blogging turns into a conversation between people with similar goals, but varied experience. I've been discussing curriculum planning both here and in various online forums. I've had a number of helpful answers to various questions, usually about what I expected: I was looking for a way to teach x, and people replied that a, b, or c worked for them. Rebecca Miller surprised me with a blog post of her own in response to one of my more general questions,  What is not working in our homeschooling?

While her post was about her family's experience, it led me to consider some related questions we're dealing with. Every year as I prepare to select the materials we will use, I look over the past year and ask, "What worked? What didn't? and Where do we go from here?" The "What worked?" is obvious; let's build on our successes. The "What didn't?" can mean a variety of things. Maybe a book just didn't live up to its reviews. Maybe it just wasn't a good fit for my child's learning style. Maybe it was just too much to try to cram into our already overstuffed schedule. But there is always the possibility that, much as I'd like to, I can't blame the book. Sometimes my kid didn't put in the effort he should have, or I didn't.

That last one has been a struggle lately. Since my older son has autism, if he isn't putting in the effort, it's up to me to figure out a way to get him to do the work. But my younger son is twelve now, and needs to start learning how to take responsibility for his own work. Yes, it's a gradual process, but he usually doesn't see a need to focus because he has no idea what should be expected of a sixth grader. If it doesn't come naturally, if he has to work at it, he thinks it's too hard, and doesn't see the point of trying.

He has a vague idea that he is ahead in some subjects and behind in others (true), but no clear idea of where he should be in any given subject. We talked about it today, and I asked if he would like a chart of what needs to be done at each grade level between where he is and high school graduation. He said he would. I typed one up this afternoon. It's only a rough outline, listing the subjects he needs to study, and which books we have used / are using / are planning to use, and is subject to revision: As I see his effort and progress, I get a clearer picture of his abilities and what I can reasonably expect of him. I plan to go over it with him tomorrow. We can check off what he's already done, and I hope it will give him a more accurate picture of what he still needs to do. Then we can look at both the knowledge he needs to acquire and the skills he needs to develop, and strategize what to do when.

But I also need to observe him carefully and evaluate when to coax, support, and lead him along and when to let him stand or fall on his own. The ultimate goal is for him to take complete responsibility for his education, labor, and vocation, but what is the best method to foster this independence, and what does it look like at any given moment? How can I best model the ethic I'm trying to teach? As he learns to work more independently, what should I be doing while he's working? Folding laundry?  Reading a worthwhile book? Building model rockets? (educational, but he'd feel I was having all the fun!) Researching curriculum? Randomly browsing the Internet?

And I, too, had found something I could do a few hours a week that brought in a little money to help stretch the family budget, and even cover the costs of some CAP activities. It was only a few hours a week, but it did cut into school time. That opportunity ended, so I'm looking for a replacement. But how to fit it in without school suffering? I'd like BB to start earning some money to pay for his activities, too, and more than I could pay him, but how best to fit it in?

Most teens like to sleep late. Conventional wisdom says they should go to bed earlier. Our boys go to bed early almost every night, and they still sleep late. I don't think many teens or preteens are getting all the sleep they need, but how much is too much? Our school day runs well into the evening. I could get them up earlier, but would they finish earlier, or just be less productive due to a lack of sleep? What is the ideal amount of sleep for these boys, and at what time? How can we find time for the physical exercise they and I need? And what subjects do I cut back on, and how much, when we need to focus in another area?

Don't be discouraged by my having more questions than answers. We are making good progress in many areas. It's balance that's difficult. And I welcome your stories of what worked well for you in a particular area, or how you keep up in one thing without falling behind somewhere else. Because with so many things that need doing, it's hard to know how much of what to do when.

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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Creeping Crud

We all have the creeping crud here. I'm tired, but I can't sleep. Read a few blog posts last night, but was too tired to get far. How far behind am I? Google Reader will only tell me 1,000+ posts. How many +? Who knows?

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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

936 Posts

That's how far behind I am in reading all my blogs. What do I do? Tell Google Reader to mark them all as read, and start over, as if I were just deleting a backlog of email unopened? But I'm sure to miss some wonderfully enjoyable, informative, or uplifting posts from some of my favorite bloggers. Just read the blogs I usually enjoy most? With 128 blogs, how do I sort through them all and choose? And my favorite bloggers seem to know and share my taste in blogs, so some of them are sure to direct me to new blogs that I'll enjoy so much, I'll just have to subscribe. I need more blogs like I need another hole in my head. Delete a few subscriptions? With 128 bloggers, some of whom I've been reading long enough that they feel like old friends, how can I turn around and suddenly give them the boot? How do I even begin to sort through all those blogs to find the ones I truly love? Who has the time? What can I do? Oh, what can I do?

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Wednesday, December 8, 2010

It Came upon a Midnight Wierd

(Cue "Decorations" from the album Chipmunks Roasting on an Open Fire by Bob Rivers.)

Decorations (Parody of Good Vibrations by The Beach Boys)

I, I love the colored lights every year,
And the way that neighbors stop their cars and stare.
I strap a Santa Claus on my roof—
Plastic candy canes and reindeer everywhere.

I’m stringing up decorations,
It’s draining the power stations,
Fake icicle light formations,
Imported from third world nations.

I’m stringing up decorations,
I’m freaking out fire stations,
I’m pumping out radiation,
My neighbors are out of patience.

“Hey, pal, come on knock it off…It’s three in the morning!”

Got to keep those yuletide decorations up all winter,
God appreciates my plugged-in tribute to The Savior,
God would love it if I could keep ‘em up till well past Easter.

A----men

Good, good, good decorations:
I’m putting up a manger station—
Three wise men’s destination,
Nutcrackers in full claymation,
Little Drummer Boy animation.

Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la

Good, good, good decorations
I’m stringing up decorations,
It’s draining the power stations,
Fake icicle light formations
Imported from third world nations...
(fade out)

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Thursday, November 18, 2010

Church with the special needs child

Amanda Broadfoot recently linked an article she posted earlier this year in which she asked,
"If you attend some house of worship, I'd really love to know how it handles kids with special needs. If you don't know, could you do me a favor and ask someone? I have a couple of reasons for asking this favor: First of all, I'm curious about the various ways this is handled and looking for ideas. Secondly, I think that the more people ask this question, the more likely the issue is to be addressed."
I hadn't yet found her blog when she posted this, but I think it's worth discussing, and I promised to fill you in on how things were going with GL and his volunteers.

This is the first church that we've been in that expressed the sentiment, "We're all in this together. We need him as much as he needs us." rather than, "Hey, you! Straighten up your kid!" We keep coming back because our son is not only tolerated, but welcomed. Despite his challenges, they work with him so he can serve as an acolyte. When Children's Church wasn't working out for him, but he wasn't able to sit through the regular service, (He still isn't, most Sundays) several men in the church volunteered to take turns sitting with him during the service and taking him for a walk if he needed it, so we could have opportunities to worship. That's worked out remarkably well.

With two of us and three volunteers, everyone got a chance to worship, and we each took responsibility for GL about once a month. I tried to make a schedule for whose turn it was to sit with him, but it was difficult. Both of us and all three volunteers were already on the schedule as readers, ushers, Children's Church teachers, etc. I tried to work it out so no one had the job two Sundays in a row or when they were scheduled to serve in some other capacity, but it wasn't always possible, and there were always last-minute changes due to illness, travel, etc. Most weeks, we ended up checking the schedule a few minutes before service to see who, if anyone, was available. Sometimes he sits with us, and we agree in advance who will take him out if he needs it. Our church writes its serving schedule quarterly, so I think I will ask the scheduler if she can work this job into the weekly schedule.

We make sure GL gets his meds before church and provide him with a bag of snacks, including large quantities of Big Red. Chewing gum is calming for GL. So are strong flavors. He used to eat cumin straight from the jar. He sits toward the back. Yes, he's likely to be less of a distraction there, but it's also the easiest place for him to keep calm. The crowd is thinner, and most sounds are quieter and farther away. But what has made this work so well are the men themselves. I'll call them St. Luke, St. Stephen and St. Paul. Each has his own style.

St. Luke has three children of his own, all younger than GL and BB. One of his daughters has special needs, too. His son is two years old, and likes to climb on, under, over, and between the pews. All three children like to look at books, color, and have snacks during church. They have a very active pew, but usually keep it reasonably quiet. GL finds the children entertaining, especially when he gets bored with the service. He's not usually very affectionate, but he hugs St. Luke, and cuddles up next to him like a favorite uncle.

St. Stephen has two preteen sons and a teen daughter who usually sit with their friends. St. Stephen usually sits toward the front with his wife, (other family and friends usually sit with them) but on the weeks he sits with GL, they sit in the back, just the two of them. Other than occasionally teasing GL by asking if he can have all the snacks, he mostly focuses on the service, but walks around with GL if needed.

St. Paul, an electrician by trade, is quiet and unassuming.  He seems to be the best at entering GL's world, not talking down to him, but putting himself in GL's shoes. I later found out he had filled a similar role years earlier in another church for a young man with autism. The father had died, and the mother needed help, so he helped out wherever he could. GL sometimes models his quiet, calm demeanor. Other times, he just stretches out on the pew as if to take a nap.

The change of pace, style, and demeanor from week to week within the structure of the same time, place, and ritual seems to be working. He sits through more of the service more often and more quietly than he ever did before. If he leaves during the sermon, he insists on coming back in time for Communion. I know he finds the predictability reassuring. I believe he also recognizes that he is refreshed, restored, and strengthened by it in ways we don't fully understand.

So in turn, I ask you,
"If you attend some house of worship, I'd really love to know how it handles kids with special needs. If you don't know, could you do me a favor and ask someone? I have a couple of reasons for asking this favor: First of all, I'm curious about the various ways this is handled and looking for ideas. Secondly, I think that the more people ask this question, the more likely the issue is to be addressed."
Please pass this on to your friends, post it on your blog, Facebook, wherever, and report back the responses. I'd really like to hear the discussion. And read the Broadfoot family's continuing story, Can I use miles to pay for my spiritual journey?

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Thursday, October 28, 2010

Don't ask me for directions - I'm just visiting Normal-town

Great post over at Life is a Spectrum.

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Tuesday, October 26, 2010

The Good, the Bad, and the Truth

I linked this article because I think it demonstrates an important truth: optimists don't have a monopoly on inspiration. Put another way, pessimism and inspiration are not mutually exclusive. I began composing a reply, but I was interrupted interrupted by my son screaming, pounding on the walls, and tearing down pictures. Why? Because he suddenly decided he needed an "adventure" by which he means someone getting in the car with him, taking him someplace, and buying him some food. (And no, this wasn't about hunger. He'd just eaten half a pizza.) No one would drop everything immediately and do that for him just because he demanded it, so he started his screaming and wall-pounding. This was not a meltdown. A meltdown is much worse. When I said no, he began alternately threatening to keep pounding on the walls until I took him on an adventure, and briefly stopping his pounding to demand an adventure as a reward for stopping. I told him that no means no, and I will not respond to manipulative behavior. That meant we had no choice but to ride it out. So we did.

That's life around here. I tell it like it is. When something good happens, I celebrate. I don't mope around whining about my miserable life as the father of a boy with autism. When things are hard, I don't put on a counterfeit plastic smile and spew some saccharine platitudes about the glass being half full when it's darn near empty. I'm 100% real 100% of the time. Some people can't handle that, but at least I know they're rejecting the real me, not some synthetic version of me manufactured to please the public and failing to.

Have you noticed how a sanitized, Disneyfied version of a great story, whether a true story or a classic work of fiction, is never as satisfying as the original? Tame the fear and the sadness, and you tame the joy as well. I have no choice but to face anger, fear, and sadness untamed. I intend to embrace wild joy. That's what I like about Understanding My Son, Kicking Kittens, Life is a Spectrum, Big Daddy Autism, Both Hands and a Flashlight, On the Spectrum, Autism Herd, etc. The laughter is sweeter and the tears more poignant because they are real. I'd rather have real sadness than fake happiness. I will not allow other people, nor other parents, nor even other autism parents tell me how to interpret and experience my life in their funhouse mirror. It is what it is.

A few months ago, I visited an online homeschooling forum. Several moms were--let's call a manually-operated digging implement a spade--bitching. And there's no bitching I find quite so irritating as euphemism-clad Christian bitching. So what were they bitching "sharing" about? It seems that each mom had at least one kid (usually a daughter) who was a pessimist or, at the very least, whose optimism wasn't up to snuff. Here's the deal-breaker: they were not content to demand an honest assessment of events from that child; they demanded that she put a positive spin on everything. They were going to train this pessimism right out of her and make her a bleeding optimist! Their methods ranged from the absurd to the cruel. Have you ever felt the urge to do the impossible, reach through the computer screen and slap someone? If a positive attitude were so good and powerful and holy, and a negative attitude so rotten and weak and reprobate, how did they expect their negative attitudes and actions to inspire optimism? I immediately began composing a rebuttal in the form of a satire, titled "Optimism is a Serious Character Flaw." I wasn't foolish enough to send it. In fact, I never finished it, though I might one of these days.

Yes, we all have our good days and bad days. Yes, we all have moments when we tend toward excessive pessimism and others when we tend toward foolish optimism. If you choose not to talk about one or the other, you have the right to remain silent. But when you tell someone else they have no right to speak the truth because it makes you uncomfortable, and especially when, by speaking, that person inspires another to take righteous action, you can just go where liars go. I refer, of course, to Washington.

Coming Soon: Autism Parents: Two Camps, and Why I Don't Fit in Either One.

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