tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39057848753040260202024-03-20T05:18:47.395-05:00Goldilocks and the Three BearsStranger than fictionDaniel "Captain" Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417084546817010038noreply@blogger.comBlogger591125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-47481616308017473742013-09-26T18:55:00.000-05:002013-09-26T18:55:03.876-05:00High School<!--StartFragment-->
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sorry it’s been soooooooo long
since I posted. You might even be wondering “Who in the world is this?” Well to
re-introduce myself I’m Brother Bear. And because I’ve changed a bit since I’ve
last posted. Here’s in a nutshell who I am. I have black hair dark brown eyes
and have glasses. I like Star Trek (not the original series or any thing with
Kirk in it. My favorite is Voyager because it’s a continuing story and you kind
of have to see the whole thing. Like a lot of guys I like fire, fire works,
blowing stuff up that kind of. So it’s no surprise when a teacher put
mythbusters on one day I thought it was pretty cool.<o:p></o:p></h3>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Freshman year is looking a lot
better than 8<sup>th</sup> grade. As you probably know if you’ve been reading
Papa Bears posts I was put in public school at the beginning of 8<sup>th</sup>
grade. The teachers and education was fine but the kids were just mean: making
fun of me, rude nicknames that sort of thing. But this year even the people
that were jerks last year are nice this year. The two real friends I made at
school last year that moved up to the high school with me I’m not sure are my
friends this year. One went never serious and mean. Wouldn’t talk about it then
when I told him I wanted to back off on our relationship two days ago he put
his act together. So, I have no idea where we’re going to end up. The other one
I think she’s avoiding me. So, I don’t know where that going either.<o:p></o:p></h3>
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the one that put on mythbusters. And he can relate anything to science. He the
best teacher in the school I’m told. One day we did a lab on measuring and
mixing colored water. He called it the rainbow lab. The point was to follow
directions and practice measuring. My group was the first one to get it done
correctly. So, Mr. M.B. took my picture with the experiment and put it on the
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Brother Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05130160278093720084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-39220141305253418172013-06-13T14:25:00.001-05:002013-06-13T14:25:29.621-05:00Parents just don't understandGoldilocks to Mom when asked to take a bath "You just don't understand...I want to be dirty"Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02668661268799056393noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-71126879236810137192013-04-29T20:35:00.000-05:002013-04-29T20:35:23.583-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRsN1JUg7PU0NhMoyRmoV-LJHe0dRdADrczIGFOXHEzokqsRfrCDaf3RJdpLKj1eKkn_6ncxlA7s-FnIn-AC017rb5FBk0lMYo49Hk3VcohurG5FhJ0wI2nwKXQPDgaHmC-EVM-zb1Fvo/s1600/12C.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRsN1JUg7PU0NhMoyRmoV-LJHe0dRdADrczIGFOXHEzokqsRfrCDaf3RJdpLKj1eKkn_6ncxlA7s-FnIn-AC017rb5FBk0lMYo49Hk3VcohurG5FhJ0wI2nwKXQPDgaHmC-EVM-zb1Fvo/s320/12C.jpg" /></a>
Brother Bear received Civil Air Patrol Honor Cadet of the 2013 Illinois Spring Encampment. As I understand it this means he is embodying the values and code of Civil Air Patrol to the best of his ability. I couldn't be more proud.Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02668661268799056393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-70688792260069777032013-03-18T12:49:00.001-05:002013-03-18T12:49:50.652-05:00Brother Bear—Outstanding Student of the Month!Brother Bear's school named him outstanding student of the month. From the school newsletter:<br />
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Daniel "Captain" Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417084546817010038noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-82707919539432081012013-03-10T13:16:00.001-05:002013-03-10T13:16:26.650-05:00I do.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Seventeen years ago today, we stood up at the end of the Sunday morning service and said, "I do."<br />
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Happy Anniversary, Mama Bear!Daniel "Captain" Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417084546817010038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-4862355339441039762013-02-13T13:05:00.003-06:002013-02-13T13:05:23.420-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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He was 81. His heart had been failing for the last five years, and his<br />
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I remember that he worked a lot, not only at his business (he was in the concrete business) but also on various projects around the house, shed, or garage. He was always making things. I remember that he<br />
smoked a lot. Growing up, I don't remember seeing him without a cigarette, unless he had to be somewhere smoking wasn't allowed. Then he found reasons to go for long walks. After dinner, he would sit in his favorite chair in front of the TV with a book in his lap, and fall asleep. His snore sounded like Grandma's old-fashioned percolating coffee pot, but loud enough to be heard through walls and from one end of the house to the other.<br />
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I remember how much he loved passing out the presents on Christmas morning. I remember that he took me fishing, and taught me how to cast at the proper angle for maximum distance. He had a deep voice, a gruff manner, and a loud laugh. He would say amazing things, and give us funny nicknames, and you had to watch his eyes to tell if he was joking. These things made my sister afraid of him when we were little, but filled me with a feeling more akin to awe. I remember him on holidays and at family reunions and picnics, eating, smoking, drinking, laughing, and swearing. He wasn't safe, but he was good. And I loved him.<br />
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For all who have died in the communion of your Church, and those whose faith is known to you alone, that, with all the saints, they may have rest in that place where there is no pain or grief, but life eternal,<br />
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Daniel "Captain" Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417084546817010038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-5720301489881169532013-02-04T12:31:00.001-06:002013-02-04T12:44:23.806-06:00We finally have a diagnosis!<br />
The day after GL turned sixteen, we finally got a diagnosis. He has a chromosome 17 q12 x1 dn microdeletion. This doesn't change the fact that he has autism, but 100% of males with this deletion have autism, so the genetics clinic considers the chromosome disorder to be his primary diagnosis, and autism to be a feature of that disorder. He was part of the first study linking this disorder to autism, but now there is enough data in to confirm it.<br />
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This doesn't change our expectations or plans for him, but it is strangely reassuring. In his particular case, we know that autism is the result of a missing gene, not an environmental factor. It wasn't anything we did. It is also a de novo deletion: we both have the piece he is missing, but God chose to leave it out when making him (some would call it a random mutation) so he didn't inherit autism from us. That also explains why his brother does not have autism, and relieves our fears that this was a factor in any of the miscarriages.Daniel "Captain" Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417084546817010038noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-73775200297681174442013-01-29T09:17:00.000-06:002013-01-29T09:17:26.135-06:00Happy Sixteenth Birthday, GL!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For his 16th birthday, GL wanted to go to Chuck E. Cheese's with Mom.Daniel "Captain" Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417084546817010038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-89947907244221060572013-01-22T20:10:00.000-06:002013-01-22T20:10:47.268-06:00Hand-WashingOne of my favorite bloggers, Big Daddy Autism, posted today: <a href="http://bigdaddyautism.com/?p=4167#comment-10001" target="_blank">Live Long and Wash Up</a>. His post got me thinking about GL's washing (and not washing) his hands. I meant to leave a quick comment, but by the time I was done, it was almost a blog post of its own. Since I haven't posted here in a while, here it is:<br />
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Ah, yes, hand-washing. At least this was one of GL’s quirky habits that did not bother us too much. Until he started scrubbing them till they bled. His doctor put him on a medication that eliminated this compulsion. Unfortunately, he abruptly stopped washing his hands. Ever. He seems unable to see or feel peanut butter, jelly, dirt, and even more disgusting things on his hands, even in layers a quarter-inch thick. Since one of his favorite foods (and one of the few he can prepare independently) is peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and since he gets rather messy in the process, his hands are sticky most of the time. Since he steadfastly refuses to wash them, the countertops, cupboard handles, doorknobs, walls, and floors, in short, every surface he touches, are sticky, too. We try to clean up behind him, but we can’t keep up.<br />
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Since he is a compulsive rule-follower, provided the rule doesn’t conflict with his own inexplicable code of conduct, I sought a rule that would minimize, or at least partially contain, the mess. I hit on one: requiring him to use a plate for his peanut butter sandwiches. It took a while, but once it was established in his mind as a rule, he wouldn’t think of having a sandwich without one. This has contained the mess somewhat—less jelly makes it to the floors, walls, and doorknobs, but the mess on the countertops and cupboard handles remains about the same—but now, every time he makes a sandwich, he spreads peanut butter down the rims of all the clean plates stacked in the cupboard while selecting one for his sandwich.<br />
Daniel "Captain" Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417084546817010038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-66006118453116911182012-12-04T19:11:00.000-06:002012-12-04T19:11:42.541-06:00The Bear Family Enters the 21st CenturyAfter years of dialup, we finally got cable Internet! The basic, slowest kind, but it's way faster than dialup, and it doesn't tie up the phone line. YouTube videos work, though not especially well, (they tend to pause for buffering unless on the lowest resolution) but videos on dialup were impossible. I don't plan on watching many videos, but streaming audio works fine, downloads are faster, and pages that downloaded slowly because they were graphically intensive are right there. Pages that load slowly because they are on a slow server are still slow, but now I can tell the difference.Daniel "Captain" Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417084546817010038noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-28965007730331924402012-12-01T19:09:00.001-06:002012-12-01T19:09:04.385-06:00Happy New Year!Daniel "Captain" Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417084546817010038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-36658012261615459822012-11-27T17:57:00.000-06:002012-11-27T18:03:17.780-06:00Autism Spectrum QuoteThe eyes are the windows of the soul…<br />
SO STOP STARING INTO MY WINDOWS!Daniel "Captain" Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417084546817010038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-35431017369751056532012-10-31T17:48:00.003-05:002012-10-31T17:48:38.320-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Daniel "Captain" Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417084546817010038noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-59936974400007564612012-10-28T16:38:00.002-05:002012-10-28T16:38:44.693-05:00Happy Halloween!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Daniel "Captain" Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417084546817010038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-45877981821196881672012-10-25T08:13:00.001-05:002012-10-25T08:13:15.749-05:00Help!This is the first place I've seen anyone explain why the more I need help, the harder it is to ask: <a href="http://blogginglily.blogspot.com/2012/10/help.html" target="_blank">Help!</a>Daniel "Captain" Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417084546817010038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-44496491646524714712012-10-16T10:54:00.000-05:002012-10-16T11:03:36.275-05:00Go ahead...As you know, GL loves movies. He loves quoting movies. He'll frequently tell us about this or that movie that's "Coming too soon on video and DDD!" He especially loves Disney/Pixar movies. His all-time favorite movie is Monsters, Inc. And his favorite part of any DVD is the bonus features. When I drop him off at school, after we successfully navigate a busy parking lot filled with teen drivers and are nearly to the door, if there's nothing coming, I let him cross the last lane by himself. The last few mornings, as he walks away, I say, "Go ahead… Go throw up!" It makes him smile every time.<br />
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<br />Daniel "Captain" Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417084546817010038noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-76986280438774979152012-10-12T21:54:00.001-05:002012-10-12T21:54:29.126-05:00You little pooper!I was lying in bed with Goldilocks having a tickle/hug time. He was telling jokes and teasing me, I finally said "Quit it you pooper". Goldilocks pulled far away from me very dignified and said "I have NEVER pooped in my life" I replied "yes you have, I cleaned your poop all the time, when you were a baby." His face turned even more shocked and he turned his nose very far up and said "eeewwwwww yuck!"Mama Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02668661268799056393noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-63238709252447833942012-10-05T14:15:00.000-05:002012-10-05T14:15:30.440-05:00TardyGL's school personnel may not be good at communicating with each other, much less with parents, but they try. For one thing, whenever a student is absent or tardy, the attendance office sends his or her parents an email. Otherwise, I would never have known anything happened yesterday. I'm still not sure what happened.<br />
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Usually I can ignore these emails. Occasionally they reveal some quirk of school policy. (Did you know that if the entire class takes an all-day educational field trip on the school bus with the teacher and all the classroom aides, it counts as an excused absence?) If he was sick or had to come late or leave early for a doctor's appointment or something, I already know about it because I called him in. I suppose if a kid decided to cut class or ditch school entirely after leaving for school or being dropped off at school, or just didn't bother going after his or her parents left for work, this would alert the parents. But GL is in the same classroom all day, and has staff walk him to and from lunch, so it would be hard for him to cut class or be tardy even if he wanted to. He can't cross the street by himself, so even if he left the building, there isn't much of any place he could go. And he loves school. He is disappointed or even angry when he has a day off. So imagine my surprise when I got an email last night that he had unexcused tardies for first and second period yesterday.<br />
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One thing we are doing differently is breakfast. He never likes to eat breakfast, and tends to put off eating as long as he can in the morning, and sometimes into the afternoon. This makes him grumpy, and his behavior deteriorates. We tried last year to get him to eat something every morning before school, knowing it would make his day go more smoothly. Sometimes he would eat, and sometimes he wouldn't. About halfway through the school year, he decided he wasn't going to eat breakfast any more. If you know autism, you know how stubborn he can be once he makes his mind up like this. But he loved lunches in the school cafeteria. Since he has a limited number of foods he will eat, we checked to be sure there was always something available that was on his list. They have pizza available every day. He was thrilled. At first he ate pizza every day, but he gradually started trying other foods on the menu, even foods he won't eat at home. Since the cafeteria also serves breakfast, we decided to try it this year. We prepaid his meal plan with enough money for breakfast and lunch for the first six weeks.<br />
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As a sophomore, he already knew his way around the school, but I wasn't sure if he would walk from the cafeteria to the classroom after breakfast without someone prompting him, so the first day, I dropped him off at the cafeteria and let his teacher and aides know where he was in case he didn't show up for class. For the first month, I dropped him off each morning, he got his breakfast, ate it, and went to class. When I got the email last night, I asked him if he went to class after breakfast. He said that an aide came and told him to go to class, but he wasn't finished drinking his milk, so he said no. He didn't have an explanation for the second period.<br />
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Since I'd dropped him off on time or early, couldn't imagine why he took longer eating than usual. So this morning, I followed him to see his routine. He walked to the cafeteria, got a scrambled egg and cheese bagel (he never eats eggs at home) and a carton of milk. He sat down, ate quickly, and threw his trash away. Then he walked to his classroom. No one was there, so he got a schedule sheet and started filling it out for the day. When his teacher arrived, I asked her about his tardies, relating his story about the aides coming to get him, and his refusal. She said that he had been getting himself to class on time every day, and they did not have enough staff to send anyone too look for him if he didn't show up in the classroom. He had just walked in with no explanation after she had already taken attendance and marked him absent, so she assumed we had dropped him off after class started. She said she had not marked him tardy for second period, so that must have been an error in the attendance office.<br />
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I don't know where he was during the ten minutes or so he should have been in class. The story about his refusal may well be a fabrication, but questioning him further is pointless. When we question him about events, he assumes he is in trouble, and his stories keep changing, getting further and further from reality. Maybe he needed to make an extra-long trip to the restroom. He is extremely private about that, to the extreme of denying that he had a bowel movement, recently or ever. Maybe it was something else. Since he has been so reliable until yesterday, I hope this was a one-time event. Tracking down what actually happened would be difficult to impossible.Daniel "Captain" Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417084546817010038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-32153621833806845732012-09-23T20:44:00.001-05:002012-09-23T20:44:11.555-05:00A Report from the Front Lines<a href="http://www.autism-island.com/2012/09/a-report-from-front-lines.html" target="_blank">http://www.autism-island.com/2012/09/a-report-from-front-lines.html</a>Daniel "Captain" Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417084546817010038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-6987679259041727062012-09-22T20:21:00.000-05:002012-09-22T20:21:42.358-05:00I've been busy with my annual cleaning. It's hard to keep up from day to day with all the messes GL makes. Today GL said, "Hey! Dad stole the jelly off the doorknobs!"Daniel "Captain" Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417084546817010038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-91524604816929164302012-09-19T21:19:00.004-05:002012-09-19T21:19:44.722-05:00Stop Reading About Autism in the News<a href="http://www.bothhandsandaflashlight.com/2012/09/14/stop-reading-about-autism-in-the-news/" target="_blank">http://www.bothhandsandaflashlight.com/2012/09/14/stop-reading-about-autism-in-the-news/</a>Daniel "Captain" Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417084546817010038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905784875304026020.post-35767785542488420142012-09-19T21:18:00.002-05:002012-09-19T21:18:30.499-05:00<br />
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