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An Easter Party and An Excuse to Wear a Pretty Dress

Posted on April 9, 2012 by | 2 comments

Emma and I did some work yesterday morning, on her reading, writing and typing.  This is the “story” she wrote:

“I can’t wait for our Easter party!

I am going to wear a pretty dress.

I love to wear pretty dresses.

I am excited to see Max. I am excited to see cousin Alexandra and Jackie too.”

Sadly, I do not have a photograph of Emma wearing her pretty party dress because I got a late start on cooking, what with decorating Easter eggs to resemble farm animals…

and birds…

bird's nest

of all types…

There were chocolate eggs that needed to be hidden for the Easter “Egg” hunt, thankfully Richard did a superb job with that and came up with some very creative places to hide them, including inside one of our speakers, where they will remain lodged forever.  We invited 13 people over due to arrive at 5:00PM  and I was way behind schedule, hadn’t prepared the roasted vegetables, fixed the leg of lamb, prepared the biscuits, the appetizers or the berries and whipped cream and it was already 3:00PM. (Gulp!)

Emma donned her pretty party dress and whirled about while listening to a medley of her current favorites, MIchael Jackson, Dionne Warwick, The BeeGees and Led Zeppelin.  You have to hand it to her, the kid has a wide and varied taste in music!

Emma had been looking forward to our “Easter Party” for weeks.  We had gone over the list of people countless times.  She fixated on a few of those people, talking about them over and over again.  We did a countdown of how many hours until they would arrive.  And then when the first person arrived Emma squealed in delight and raced to the door.  When cousin Alexandra arrived, Emma could barely look at her, she was so overwhelmed.  The same happened when Jackie appeared.  It was as though it were all too much.  The very sight of these much anticipated arrivals was more than she could take.  “Max is coming!” she said over and over again.  Max had called ahead to inform us that he would be late.
“Yes.  Max will be here in another 20 minutes or so,” we answered.

“Max is late,”  Emma stated, nodding her head and looking sad.

“But he’ll be here soon,” we reassured her.

When Max finally arrived, Emma put her hand in front of her eyes, as though he were as bright as the sun and the glare was too much for her.  Meanwhile I was busy getting the leg of lamb out of the oven and serving everyone a cheddar-chive biscuit.  “Where’s Em?” I asked Richard at one point.

“She’s hiding,” he said.

I found Emma crouched behind the couch, her head down, almost touching the floor.  “Emmy, what are you doing?”  I asked.  When she didn’t respond I said, “Come sit with us at the table.”  Reluctantly she sat down, next to Jackie and across from Max.  She kept her head and eyes lowered and wouldn’t look at either of them.

After an hour or so, Emma was able to raise her head and began playing various games with Max.  By the end of the evening she was beside herself with excitement, fully engaged and talkative.  She said good bye to each guest as they departed, and when Max left she walked him to the door and said, “Bye Max!”  and then she blew him kisses.

For more on Emma’s journey, go to:   Emma’s Hope Book

 

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Sleepovers, Siblings and Autism

Posted on April 6, 2012 by | 11 comments

I have to begin by pointing out our redesigned, upgraded and improved site!  (If you could see me I look like Carol Merrill in front of door #1 on Let’s Make a Deal.  I’m waving my arm up and down, pausing at all the new, awesome features, while smiling invitingly.  Okay, totally dating myself on that one.)

A few months ago my cousin, Peter and his wife invited Emma’s older brother, Nic to come to their home for a “sleepover.”  On the designated and much anticipated afternoon, Nic and I took the subway uptown to their home.  I got Nic settled and discussed when we should come to retrieve him.   It was decided that we would all come the following morning for a breakfast of pancakes and then be on our way.  (My cousin is actually close to my mother’s age, yet I feel particularly close to him and his wife.)

When I returned home Emma had just returned from a full day of activities.  We had told Emma that Nic would be spending the night with “cousin Peter and Susan” several days before and she seemed to take it all in stride.  The next morning as planned we went to pick up Nic, ate a lovely breakfast that Susan had prepared for us, and left, thanking them profusely.

Yesterday, now at least a month later if not more, Emma announced, “Go sleep over at Susan and Peter’s house.”

Thinking she meant that she wanted Nic to go there again and that she had so enjoyed our night with Richard and me all to herself, I said, “Oh!  You want Nicky to go back to Peter and Susan’s house?”

“Yeah!”  she said, nodding her head vigorously.  Then she came closer to me and said, “Go with Nicky?”

“You want to go with Nicky to Peter and Susan’s house?”

“No.  Just Emma.”

Confused, I said, “You want to go to Peter and Susan’s by yourself?”

“Yes.”  She looked at me expectantly.  “Spend the night at Susan and Peter’s!  Nicky stay home.”

It was one of those moments when you feel overjoyed, but also filled with sadness.  How could I tell her this was unlikely to happen?  How could I explain that Peter and Susan might not invite her?  How could I explain that this was not something I could ask them to do?  As my mind whirled around trying to figure out how to respond, Emma began to cry.

“Go to Peter and Susan’s house.  Sleep at Susan and Peter’s house.  Tonight.”

The longer I remained silent the more she upped the ante.  I glanced over at Richard with a look of desperation.  A look that said – how are we going to deal with this?

Richard explained that tonight we were going to have dinner and then go up on the roof.  We brought out a calendar and ticked off the upcoming activities we had planned.  We tried to explain to her that we couldn’t invite ourselves over to people’s homes.  (This was way to complicated and too much information.)  And the whole time I kept thinking how do we explain?  How do we say this simply?  As she became more fixated on the idea, she began repeating it over and over again in between tears.  Everything we said, “Not tonight, Em.”  or “Maybe over the summer,”  did little to satisfy her.

Eventually I brushed her and did joint compressions.  She seemed calmed by this and we talked about pressure and how she prefers firm long strokes, not light strokes.  We both did some breathing exercises together and the fixation on going to her cousin’s house seemed to dissipate.  Later Richard put on music for her and we danced.

After I had put Emma to bed and read stories to her, I said to Richard, “You know there’s a really positive side to this.  She’s showing her desire for independence.  It’s pretty amazing.”  We discussed how this represented so many terrific leaps forward for Emma.  She is eager for more independence, is cognizant of Nic having sleepovers, and wants to have that experience too.

It’s all good.  (Where did that expression originate, by the way?!)  But it is.  It’s all good.

For more on Emma’s journey through a childhood of autism, go to:   Emma’s Hope Book

For my latest Huffington Post:  HuffPo

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Murder, Fear and Hope

Posted on April 5, 2012 by | 11 comments

An autistic child has been murdered.

Again.

His name was Daniel Corby.  He was 4 years old.

(The following is by no means a cohesive or complete list.)

March 2012 – mother kills George, her 22 year old autistic son.

August, 2011 – mother shot and killed her 13 year old autistic son, Ben.

July, 2011- mother strangled her two autistic children, a 2 year old daughter and 5 year old son.

May 2011 – mother kills her autistic son, Glen by strangling him with the belt from her coat.

February, 2010 – mother killed her 8 year old autistic son, Jude.

2010 – Mother kills 6-month old son, Rylan because she suspected he might have autism.

2009 – Father kills 11 year old autistic son, Jeremy.

2009 – mother withholds medication from her autistic son, Jeremy who has leukemia.  Jeremy dies as a result.

Our outrage, our pleas that these murders stop, our desire to blame, rationalize or even understand will not bring any of these children back or prevent another parent from murdering their child.  What can make a difference is a change in the way we as a society view autism and autistic people.

The word “autism” causes fear.  So little is actually understood about autism and so much of what people hear are theories, it is natural that people would find autism frightening.  We fear what we do not know or understand.  This has been true throughout history.  The ever changing “statistics,” the words used to describe autism, the vastness and mutable nature of the spectrum, how indefinable it is, all add fuel to the fear.  It doesn’t have to be this way though.  And that is where there is tremendous hope.

A year ago I regularly lay awake at night worrying about my daughter, Emma’s future.  I knew of very few adults with autism, I had read everything written by both Donna Williams and Temple Grandin, but their experiences seemed far removed from my daughter’s.  All of that changed when I began following blogs written by autistic adults.  I had an “aha” moment.  The moment of realization and understanding when what was once abstract becomes real.  A friend of mine told me of her “aha” moment during an autism conference she attended where she saw a nonverbal young man who reminded her of her son.  He had the same gestures, the same stims as her child.  She imagined this was her son in 15 years and she was filled with despair.  The following day she returned to the conference and attended a workshop on facilitated communication, led by…. none other than the young man she’d seen the day before.  Only now he was communicating his thoughts.  His words were intelligent, articulate and heartwarmingly beautiful.  She left the conference in tears realizing how she had underestimated this young man, as well as her own child.   She vowed never to do so again.

Assume competence.  Even if there is no “proof” that our neuro-typical minds can hold onto, we must assume competence.  Because to do otherwise is to fail our children.

I have written about much of this at length in other posts, so I am not going to continue now, but I strongly urge anyone who is frightened to read the blogs written by autists.  The veil of mystery may be lifted.  It was for me.  Reading the words of autists alleviated my worries.  Here were adults who were leading the way, so that those, like my daughter, Emma, might not have to. My life, so long dominated by fear is now dominated by hope.

There is a large and thriving community out there of both autists and parents of autists who are writing, blogging, commenting and reaching out to one another.  The only requirement to join this community is a desire for connection.  Because of the internet, we all have a support system if we want it.  No parent or autist need feel alone.  The autists are the ones who can and will change the current perception of what it means to be autistic.  They are writing and speaking forcefully, beautifully, with eloquence and power.  I have said this before, I will say it again:  We must listen to them.  They need to be included in any discussion, organization or conference regarding autism.  More importantly, they need to be included, period.  Some parents have said to me – but they have blogs.  They can talk.  They are articulate, while my child is non-verbal, self-injurious, cannot attend to his basic daily needs.  And my response is – Yes, that is exactly why we must listen.   Just because some of our children cannot speak or those who do may not be as articulate, doesn’t take away from the fact that these autists can and do.  If our children could speak as eloquently – how do we know what they would say?  If they could speak, wouldn’t we listen?

The following is a list of wonderful blogs that have literally changed my life:

Aspie Rhetor

Autism and Empathy

Autistic Hoya

Dude, I’m an Aspie

I’m Somewhere Else

Journeys with Autism

Juniper Hills Farms

Just Stimming

Life With Aspergers

Moonlit Lily

Quirky and Laughing

ThAutcast

The Autistic Me

The Third Glance

For parents with non-verbal autistic children:

Read any book written by the autist Tito Mukhopadhyay

Carly Fleishmann

Another youtube video of Carly

Interview with non-verbal autistic adult

In addition, for anyone who has an autistic child no matter where they fall on the spectrum, please read this interview with Henry Markram on his Intense World Theory for Autism.  It is the first time I’ve read a “theory” that validated everything I felt I saw in my daughter, Emma.

We may not be able to stop parents from murdering their children, but we can change how people view autism.

We must not succumb to fear.  Hope is all around us, we need to stop and listen.

For more on Emma’s journey through a childhood of autism, go to:  Emma’s Hope Book

For my most recent Huffington Post piece, go to:  HuffPost

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New York City Subways and Musings on Autism

Posted on April 4, 2012 by | 12 comments

Yesterday afternoon I received the following text from Emma’s therapist Joe – “Heading your way.  Em had a rough day after museum trip.  Wants to see you.”

First of all, I’d like to point out that the fact that Emma was able to communicate to Joe that she’d had a rough day is a massive leap forward.  Secondly that she was able to then make it known that what she now wanted to do was see me was nothing short of amazing.  It required her to identify her feelings.  It required her to map out what might make her feel better.  It required her to verbally put together the words in such a way that they would be understood.  It required her to then make her request.

Yesterday morning on the subway headed to my studio I was reading the memoir by the autist, Rachel Cohen-Rottenberg, Blazing My Trail on my ipad.  It’s a wonderful book, for those who don’t know of it, and had fully captured my attention when I felt a light tap on my arm.  I looked to my left and there sat a woman, about my age or maybe a bit younger dressed in a suit, clasping a briefcase.  “Excuse me,” she said.  “I get claustrophobic in subways, especially when they stop and it helps if I have someone to talk to.  Do you mind?”

“Oh,” I said, surprised by her directness, but also relieved that she seemed genuine (this is New York City after all) and was clearly frightened that our train had come to a halt in the middle of the tracks, something I hadn’t even noticed until she tapped my arm.  I closed my ipad and turned toward her.  “Sure,” I said. Not at all sure what to say next, but because I had just been reading Blazing My Trail in which Rachel Cohen-Rottenberg talks about wishing people would just ask how they might help, I asked, “What can I do?”

“Just talk,” she said, then to help me along she motioned to my ipad, “What were you reading?”

So I told her about the book I was reading and how wonderful it was.  We then talked briefly about autism, something she knew almost nothing about. I asked her where she was headed.  She told me about a business meeting she was on her way to at Rockefeller Center and how she was nervous about it.  And then the train began to move again.  She took a deep inward breath and exhaled, shutting her eyes momentarily before opening them again and smiling at me.  “Thank you for being so kind and talking to me.  You have no idea how much it helped.”  At the next stop she got up.  I wished her luck and she disappeared.  As I sat watching her leave I thought about how great it was that she had figured out what she needed to do to help herself through what was clearly a stressful situation.  And then I thought about Emma.  I thought about how I hoped Emma would one day be able to express herself in a similar way.  I thought about Rachel Cohen-Rottenberg’s memoir and how she has learned through a great deal of trial and error to get her needs met and I thought about how hard it is for so many of us to know what we want let alone muster up the courage to ask for help.

Not eight hours later I received Joe’s text – “Em had a rough day after museum trip.  Wants to see you.”

Wow!

For more on Emma’s journey through a childhood of autism, go to:   Emma’s Hope Book

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Pain, Air Pressure and Autism

Posted on April 3, 2012 by | 10 comments

Emma woke up in the middle of the night crying.  Her screams of pain, the result of intense pressure in her ears, were like the sounds of an animal under attack.  Last night, having read about the intense sensory issues many people on the spectrum must continually cope with, an intensity we neuro-typicals have difficulty understanding, I felt that I finally understood.  I “got it” in a way that I hadn’t until now.

For years Emma has, periodically, complained about her ears.  When she does we rush her off to various doctors and specialists, only to be told that there is “nothing wrong.”  But those words are being said by neuro-typical doctors and specialists and to a neuro-typical there is, indeed, nothing “wrong.”  But Emma is not neuro-typical, what appears fine to us, does not feel fine to Emma.  She is particularly sensitive to the changing air pressure.  She feels unbearable pain in her ears.  We cannot predict when this will happen, though I suspect the pain she experiences is exacerbated when she spends a great deal of time in the pool swimming, as she did these last few weeks while in Colorado.  Emma loves swimming.  She particularly loves jumping off the diving board and swimming under water.  I could be wrong, of course, but my guess is, the pressure is worsened with those activities.

Last night by the time I’d woken up and gone to her, Richard had already calmed her down.  When she saw me she came to me and wrapped her arms around me, her cheeks still damp from her tears.  She preempted me by saying,  “Ah, baby.  I know, I know.  Your ears are hurting.”  Her voice sounded almost exactly like my own.  She was using the words I use.  She was saying those words with the same tone I say them.

I held her for a few seconds before following her into the bedroom.  I urged Richard, bleary and exhausted to go back to bed, while I sat with Emma.  “Have to go see nurse Mommy,” Emma said, stroking my arm.  “Go aaaaahhhhhh!” Emma made a pretend cry.  “Mommy come!  Mommy come.  I need help!  AAAAAHHHHH!”  Emma continued in a soft voice, reenacting what had happened just moments before.  “Daddy says – you have to blow your nose. Oh, I know, I know it hurts.”  Emma nodded her head up and down.  “Mommy’s here!  It’s nurse Mommy!”  Then she lay her head on my lap, pulled her blanket up around her shoulders and began sucking her thumb.  As I sat with her in the dim light of her bedroom, her head in my lap, stroking her hair I wondered what must it be like to feel a sudden shock of pain caused by something you cannot see or stop.  No matter how much you cry out for help, it isn’t lessened.  I tried to imagine, what that must be like.  How frightening that must be.  How upsetting to be the only one feeling it.  How disorienting.  As I sat there I became aware of the air pressure.  I could feel the pressure in my own ears, not painful, but uncomfortable, building the more I concentrated.  And I found myself wondering what would it be like if I felt this all the time?  How distracting it must be.  What if I felt this, but much more intensely?  What if I felt this pressure, but the pain was excruciating?  How terrifying, while hoping that someone could remove what was causing the pain.

Only we can’t.

For more on Emma’s journey through a childhood of autism, go to:  Emma’s Hope Book

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Pizza and the Art of a Low Key Response

Posted on March 29, 2012 by | 12 comments

Emma ate a slice of pizza last night.

That sentence required some space.  It needed to be written by itself with nothing else.  For most of you, this may seem like an excuse-me-while-I-yawn moment.  But for us, it was a DID-YOU-SEE-THAT-STOP-THE-CONVERSATION-EMMA-IS-EATING-PIZZA-FOR-THE-FIRST-TIME-SINCE-SHE-WAS-FOUR-YEARS-OLD moment.  Please excuse me while I dance a little jig,  do a little arm twirling while yelling woo-hoo, spin around, do a few jumps up and down and shout as loud as I can, “Oh yeah!  Oh yeah!”  And, I don’t know, this might be totally overdoing it, but what the hell, a fist bump, just for good measure.

Emma ate a slice of pizza last night.

While other parents are counting the years when they will no longer be required to sit down to one more meal in a pizza parlor, or wonder how they’re going to fit four large, now empty, cardboard boxes into their trash bin, we are rejoicing.  This is HUGE.  We had dinner with friends who have two boys about the same age as Nic and Emma.  And there was pizza.  And then suddenly there was Emma happily digging in as though this was a food she eats all the time.  As though nothing extraordinary was going on at all.  As though sitting at the dinner table with a group of other kids eating what they were eating happens all the time.  I will end this now, because really there’s nothing more I can say.

I was planning to write a whole post about comments and commenting, but I’ll have to save that for tomorrow.  This was just too good to pass up.  Joe said, “Did you take a photo?”  But I was so excited, I forgot, so you’ll just have to trust me.

Emma ate a slice of pizza.

For more on Emma’s journey through a childhood of autism, go to:   Emma’s Hope Book

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A Call to Listen

Posted on March 28, 2012 by | 4 comments

I’m reposting Ariane’s recent Huffington post below. I think it’s one of her most eloquent, powerful and important posts. Whoever is in charge of Huff Post Posting apparently didn’t agree with that assessment since he/she buried it in the Huffington morgue and  now it’s been wheeled away for cremation. Ariane wanted the piece to generate some excitement about her intention to post the writings of autistics on Huff (and here) in an effort to make people more AWARE of what life is like on the inside of ASD. Reading the blogs of autistics has completely changed our perception of ASD, our children, our goals, our life together. Hopefully Ariane’s “call to listen” will spread (hint, hint) and more people will hear the joy, laughter, hopes, fears and frustrations of autistics who have been discriminated against, marginalized, disenfranchised, bullied, or simply ignored by ‘normals’ who can’t bear to look, listen or care. So without further ado:

A Call to Listen

The beginning of my “awareness” regarding autism came in the form of an apologetic voice over the phone.  “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you,” she began.  I don’t remember the exact wording of the rest of the sentence as I was too distracted by her apologetic tone and sadness.  I remember fighting the urge to make her feel better.  Responses like – “It’s okay”, or “it’s not your fault” or “don’t feel sad,” went through my head as she continued telling me that my daughter Emma had been diagnosed at the age of two with PDD-NOS.   Then she asked, “Do you understand what that means?” I wanted to say, “No, actually.  I have no idea what that means.”  Not wanting to appear rude, I said nothing.

I knew very little about PDD-NOS (Pervasive, Developmental Disorder – Not Otherwise Specified.)  Did it mean she’d become an independent adult?  Would she be able to live a happy life, filled with things and people she loved?  These were some of the questions ricocheting around in my mind.  When I didn’t answer, the voice said, “Do you agree with the diagnosis?”  Was this a rhetorical question?  How could I answer that?  If I disagreed, would it somehow change the diagnosis?  I remained silent.  “Are you there?” she finally asked.  And suddenly all I wanted was to be home with my husband, Richard, my son, Nic and my daughter, Emma.

Two years ago I began a blog out of pure laziness because I hated writing emails updating those members of my family and friends who were asking about Emma.  I figured I’d write a blog, relieving myself of the more cumbersome mass emails I felt obliged to send.  I have documented everything from Emma’s initial diagnosis of PDD-NOS to her diagnosis two years later of “autism” to our (successful) attempts at getting her out of diapers, to the evolution of my perceptions, regarding Emma and autism.  The blog began as a way to document Emma’s journey, but it became a document of our journey too.

I have never stopped researching and trying to find ways to help Emma with her GI issues, her articulation and language processing, her discomfort with transitions and her need for routine and rules.  But it wasn’t until recently and because of a comment left on my blog that everything changed.  I discovered a world I didn’t know about – blogs written by autistic adults who were more than capable of speaking for themselves.  My views and “awareness” have dramatically changed as a direct result of reading and listening to those voices.

What if, instead of receiving the phone call I did when Emma was first diagnosed, I received a call that went something like this:

“Your daughter has been diagnosed with autism.”

“Excuse me?”

“Let me give you a list of blogs and people you can call who have been where you are now.  I think you’ll find them invaluable.  These are parents whose children are autistic and autistic adults who are happy to speak with you.  They will help you help your child.”

“Really?”

“Yes!  Your child is not broken or damaged.  In fact, your child is simply different. There are ways to help her.  Don’t worry.   Even if she is non-verbal, there are methods that will help her communicate.  There are countless things you can do that will mitigate some of the stress neuro-typical parents sometimes have in trying to understand their autistic child.”

“Oh thank you.  That’s wonderful.  I so appreciate your help.”

“It’s my pleasure.  I’m sending you some links and contact information to get you started.”

“Thank you so much.”

“Remember, this diagnosis is not a death sentence.  It is a starting point.  Don’t be frightened by it.  Don’t ever underestimate her potential.  You are not alone and neither is your child.”

What if autism awareness began with listening to adult autists describing what their lives were like?  What if those same autists were on the boards of every autism group?  What if all of us, whether we had an autistic child or not were aware of autistic adults living happy, fulfilled lives?  How would that change our “awareness?” I am profoundly grateful to each and every one of the autists who are speaking out and expressing their opinions on their blogs and through other forms of media.  If we want autism awareness, these are the voices that need to be heard.  It is up to us to listen.

Throughout the month of April in commemoration of “Autism Awareness” I will be posting the writings of several autistic adults in a series of posts entitled:

Autism Awareness = Listening to Autists

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Autism, Huffington Post and Getting Away to The Cabin

Posted on March 27, 2012 by | 5 comments

As I wrote yesterday – please be sure to read my most recent post on Huffington Post.  It is the introduction to a series of posts written by autists throughout the month of April.  Share the link, tweet, “like” and comment!

Last Friday Emma said, “Mommy, I want to go to the cabin please.” And since going to the cabin isn’t nearly as arduous as it sounds, we decided to go for a sleepover Saturday night.

It’s “rustic” but sleeps four comfortably and the kids love going there, particularly Emma.

Emma grabbed the heaviest pack and began tromping through the snow.

Once we arrived, she wasted no time getting comfortable.

Despite the fact it was broad daylight and there were lots of weird insects flying around, many of them inside the cabin.  Nic took enormous pleasure in shooshing all the bugs and moths outside, while Emma, Richard and I sat together in the rocking chairs.  Point a camera toward Emma and she makes her “say cheese” face.

We tried to get Emma to look at the clouds. They were like nothing I’d seen before.  As though each had it’s own rainbow.

But Emma was much more interested in sitting on the porch railing with her brother.

And looking out at the mountains.

When we woke up the next morning, Emma said, “Go back to Granma’s house, eat breakfast, go swimming in the indoor pool, make cake, pack and go back to the cabin!”

“But we haven’t even left yet!”

“Go now,” Emma said.  Then as she was packing up, she said, “Come back later.”

Makes sense to me.

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Epidemic of Genius

Posted on March 25, 2012 by | 12 comments

Below is another epic length post from Richard. You have been warned!

I’m a science nut. Ariane, not so much. I constantly pester her with the latest science news I’ve gleaned from books, articles, documentaries, the Internet. I just can’t get enough of that crazy science stuff. One of my greatest frustrations is that I have some kind of math glitch in my brain which prevents me from learning much of what interests me, especially the nuts and bolts of physics and of course, higher mathematics — which I would really love to understand. Despite my brain-freeze, or math dyslexia, or whatever it is — I love numbers. I’ve even been known to do numerology readings. In short, I’m a seeker. Like many other non-scientist science lovers, I want answers to the BIG questions. Why are we here? What it’s all about?

For people like me, “What if…?” is a favorite lead-in phrase. When I heard Henry Markram’s TED talk and then read his Intense World Theory for autism and an interview where he theorizes that all autists could be genius savants and (here comes the real mind-blower) autism may be the next phase of human brain evolution – well, my mind grabbed that football and ran for the goalposts.

What if the Intense World Theory is correct? What if Markram is also correct in his theory of autistic genius? What if Emma is a genius savant too? What if all her friends at school are? What if every single one of the autists born every year are geniuses, or savants or genius savants? What if the staggering ONE PERCENT of infants now born every year with autism are ALL genius savants? What if new learning therapies like Marion Blank’s system catch on, and a whole lot more of all those savants born every year are able to communicate all the knowledge and insights they possess.

What if…(add your own far-fetched speculations here).

Well…if Markram is correct…it’s a massive game changer…for all of us.

Here are some staggering stats: it is currently estimated that 2.2% of the human population possess IQs of 140 or more (the extremely arbitrary genius IQ cut off). Since the world population recently topped 7 billion (and since I suck at math I’ll gladly use that nice round figure), then 2.2 percent of 7 billion equals 154,000,000 million geniuses walking around. And since IQ tests for autists are notoriously inaccurate (particularly for those who are non-verbal) – then many adult autistics and those born every year will not be crowned with the genius laurel wreath, yet nonetheless they may possess staggeringly high intelligence coupled with the uncanny insights that their unique perception of the world provides them.

The annual birth rate is now between 19 and 20 million people. One percent of those babies will (eventually) be diagnosed as autistic. What if every single one of these 190,000-200,000 autistics turn out to be genius savants? What could be accomplished with that kind of creative horsepower, if acceptance and encouragement furthered their interests and yes, obsessions? Or at the very least, what fruits might be harvested if they weren’t bullied, teased, ridiculed, marginalized and segregated? If their abilities weren’t so consistently and grossly underestimated?

It’s something to think about. I’ve been thinking about it all the time now.

When Emma first received her diagnosis, I knew next to nothing about autism. I just knew it was bad. A terrible tragedy. The loss of our hopes and dreams for a ‘normal’ life and a ‘normal’ family. Something to grieve over. As the years went by, my perspective gradually shifted. Emma’s nearly continuous blissed-out happiness and her mischievous sense of humor made it a lot easier for me to deal with all the difficulties she had with sensory issues, changes in her routines, communication problems, etc., etc. — and all the difficulties I had coping with them.

Since we found a learning therapy that actually works, my fear-based perspective has altered dramatically. Emma can read, write, add, subtract and speak in complete sentences. She loves to learn. She carries her favorite books around everywhere. With the recent oxytocin boost, we now walk down the street hand-in-hand – a behavioral shift as radical and unexpected as it would be for me to teleport to Mars.

Now Ariane and I are blissed-out with happiness much of the time. Our exposure to the writings of adult autistics has been as consciousness expanding as anything we’ve ever experienced. Beautiful voices telling sad, poignant, frustrated and hysterically funny stories of what autistic life is like from the inside. WrongPlanet introduced us to Henry Markram’s Intense World Theory for Autism, which have radically altered our perspective – permanently, I hope.

The epidemic of autism has been a rallying cry for myself and most parents of autistics who were and/or are desperate for a cure. If we hadn’t discovered Dr. Marion Blank’s  program I might still be feeling the same way. If I hadn’t read Henry Markram’s theories I would never have entertained the possibility that the epidemic of autism could also be the epidemic of genius – a phrase I keep repeating over and over like a mantra.

What if? What if?

In the not very distant past, nothing short of a complete cure for autism was an acceptable goal. My goals are different now. I know Ariane’s are too. We want more effective treatments, therapies and learning programs that help autistics cope with the difficulties they face and make it easier to navigate in a world that doesn’t necessarily correspond to their perspectives. We want more research into the causes and the neurological differences, not so autism can be prevented or eliminated, but so the difficulties can be mitigated. We want ‘normals’ like ourselves to be more kind, compassionate, helpful, encouraging, inclusive and aware that the kid or adult they are looking at as a weirdo, gimp, or even a retard, might well possess intelligence far in advance of their own. They may be more sensitive, insightful, kind, creative and inventive than those whispering, pointing their fingers, snickering or simply turning away because all they can see is the ‘handicap’ – and they cannot bear to look at it.

When Ariane was pregnant with Emma and Nic, we opted out of having an amniocentesis. The doctor told us that there was a real possibility of miscarriage. “Don’t do this unless you’re prepared to terminate the pregnancy if you find out your baby has Down’s Syndrome. There’s no point in taking the risk unless that’s your intention.”

That was not our intention. We both agreed that, “We’ll take what we get.” We got Emma. And we are incredibly fortunate.

When the human genome was first sequenced it cost over a billion dollars. Now anyone can have their own genome sequenced for under $1,000 dollars. Soon it will cost less than a hundred dollars. Couples wishing to have children will be able to identify every gene marker that may indicate a susceptibility to autism.

With that knowledge will come new decisions. What choices will be made?

Ariane and I still have many decisions to make regarding how we can best advocate for Emma and help her learn and communicate and understand the world she lives in. We want many things for her, but we don’t want Emma to be cured anymore. We want her to be supported and encouraged to learn at her own pace. To express herself in her own unique and wondrous voice. When/if she is able to communicate in the manner of many of the autists whose blogs we’ve been so incredibly moved and inspired by, we want to discover what she has to say about her life, her loves, her passions and fears and hopes.

Then Emma’s Hope Book will be fully her story, instead of our story about her.

For more on Emma’s journey through a childhood of autism, go to:   Emma’s Hope Book

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A Different World

Posted on March 22, 2012 by | 5 comments

To piggy-back on to Richard’s “Shift” post; mine began with a slight tremor in the form of a book.    Autism and Representation Edited by Mark Osteen.   That book opened my eyes to so many things, but most importantly it introduced me to the words, the voices and lives of many adult autists.  After reading Autism and Representation, I started looking for other writings by autists.

While I was doing all of this, my friend, Kelly (I consider her my friend, though we have never actually met, nor spoken) commented on one of my posts with a link.  I went to the link, (written by an autistic adult) couldn’t believe what I was reading, read everything on her blog and began reading all the blog links she listed.  From those links I was introduced to dozens more and finally mustered up the courage to respond to someone’s comment on one particularly controversial post, written by a mom of an autistic child.  For me, someone who was now showing up very, very late to the party, I was fascinated by the comments written by autists much more than the post itself.  Being the compulsive and thoroughly obsessive person that I am, I systematically went through every single comment, madly clicking on each and every person’s link and began reading their blogs.  This was the beginning of what turned out to be the education of a lifetime.  Wow!

One of the links led me to the WrongPlanet where I read the interview with Henry Markram about his Intense World Theory of Autism.  His theory confirmed everything I felt I’ve known about Emma, but that many specialist said wasn’t true.  On the contrary, the common thought about autists is that they lack empathy and therefore feelings.  Finally I was reading something that resonated.  Markram’s theory has opened up another world to me.  I have always known Emma was very intelligent, I have never doubted that, ever.  But his theory of intense feelings and pain memory and how this causes the child to withdraw… well it was like being told you really are seeing what you thought you’d been seeing all these years.

Up until this last week, my fear of what the future held for Emma was something I could not begin to describe.  Everything about her future filled me with terror.  Every birthday marking another year gone by, filled me with trepidation.  Each time we had to teach her to state her correct age, I gulped down massive amounts of fear.  The fear was so great I could do nothing other than tamp it down.  I kept a firm grip on it.  The minute I felt myself sliding into it, I pushed myself back out.  That takes a lot of energy.  It takes up a lot of space.  I didn’t even know I was doing it until I began reading these blogs written by autistic adults.  Adults with a wide variety of issues and challenges.

It’s not as though I read these blogs and thought – oh isn’t it great how cheery and easy everything is for them.  Because it isn’t, far from it.  But somehow, reading about individual lives, feelings, struggles made it less frightening.  Reading the outrage, the cries to be heard, the desire to be respected and treated as such, the ridicule many have endured, the bullying ALL have endured, made it real for me in a way that I could not have anticipated.  And in doing so, the abject, nameless, all encompassing fear I have tried so hard to shove away,  dissipated, because there is this community that is like her, a community of people who understand her, who are fighting with courage, tenacity and determination to be heard.  They are fighting and speaking out, many with the hope that one day Emma and those like Emma who are just being diagnosed now and those yet to be born, won’t have to.  I am profoundly grateful to each and every one of them.  If we want autism awareness, these are the voices that need to be heard.  It is up to us to listen.

For more on our journey through Emma’s childhood of autism, go to:   Emma’s Hope Book

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Shifts

Posted on March 19, 2012 by | 6 comments

Richard back again, with more good news. Emma continues to amaze and delight us with her nearly continuous playfulness, mischievousness and affection. Ariane and I have also been spending a lot of time visiting the blogs of autists and aspies, which have opened up a whole new world for us — and caused a dramatic shift in our perspective on autism and our goals for Emma. I’m a big believer in synchronicity and lately it feels like we are being bombarded with ‘coincidental’ occurrences that have had the accumulative effect of completely altering the way we’ve always looked at our journey together (I only say ‘we’ instead of keeping it to myself because Ariane and I have been talking about this about twenty times a day and we have been on the same page with most everything we’ve discussed).

For those who don’t know me well, I write fiction. My first novel is a supernatural thriller called The Book of Paul, which will be published soon. It is very dark and creepy, with graphic sex and violence — in other words, definitely not for kids. So quite some time ago I began writing a book I could read to Nic and Emma (or they could read to me) — a young adult fantasy called The Dream Palace. In many ways, it was and is my attempt to process my feelings about Emma’s autism and my hopes for her recovery – in other words, it began as a fantasy version of this blog. However, my perspective on what constitutes Emma’s “recovery” has altered in ways I never could have imagined only a few weeks ago.

Let me try and connect some of the synchronistic dots: we met BL in Aspen while on vacation who also has an autistic child. She introduces us to Dr. Sandy Lowe who has a very different theory on the cause of autism. He believes that a genetic vulnerability coupled with a viral infection of the mother during pregnancy, probably also combined with an environmental toxic insult causes a biochemical reaction that alters the natural neurological development of the fetus (something to do with cytokines but I don’t want to get lost down that rabbit hole). Sandy recommends stem cell treatments which we try without any dramatic results, but when discussing one of Emma’s post-treatment brain scans, he tells us about Dr. Marion Blank who is working miracles with autistic kids with her new learning program. Lo and behold, her program begins working miracles with Emma!

In my ‘spare time’ I also happen to have run a program for K-12 schoolchildren, encouraging healthy eating, exercise, literacy and other good works via positive messaging on the side of milk cartons — as in billions of milk cartons to tens of thousands of schools across the country — a very powerful influencer. So I decide to commit all these resources to an anti-bullying effort because we have had many issues with bullying at Nic’s school — and lobbied with only partial success for a more aggressive curriculum to address those problems. Needless to say, with our steadfast goal of getting Emma into a mainstream school environment, we worried about how much she might be bullied because of her differences.

In looking for established anti-bullying programs to partner with, I run across the Kind Campaign. It was founded by two exceptional young women, Lauren Persekian and Molly Stroud who were both traumatized by girl-on-girl bullying in school. They have produced an amazing documentary called Finding Kind where they toured the country, compiling a heart-breaking collection of stories from high school girls whose lives have been devastated by bullying. By the time Ariane and I finished watching this award-winning film, our previously entrenched goal of getting Emma mainstreamed has flown out the window! No way do we want Emma exposed to this vicious, cruel and traumatic behavior! While we’ve had issues in the past with her school, one fact is undeniable — she is loved to death by everyone in that school, teachers and students alike.

Our sudden abandonment of the mainstream goal had the most unexpected side benefit — our overall stress level plunged like a bowling ball from the Empire State Building! We had no idea how much of our day-to-day anxiety was rooted in our conviction that we absolutely, positively had to get Emma into a ‘real’ school right now! Voila! Our ‘happy index’ leaps from a 2 to a 9 overnight!

Next, my truly amazing wife, partner and life-saver Ariane, in her relentless pursuit of knowledge — not just to benefit Emma, but to enlighten herself about what life is like for adult autistics, begins visiting all these blogs which she then introduces me to and also blow me away. I’m hoping Ariane continues to provide links to all these wonderful sites since this post is already approaching my typical epic length, but I’ll just say that it completely alters my perspective on ‘curing’ Emma.

I’ve never felt that Emma had to be ‘normal’ for us to have succeeded as parents, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hold out hope that someday she’d ‘lose the diagnosis.’ Now, much to my relief — and Emma’s too I’m sure, I couldn’t care less about her obtaining a ‘complete recovery.’ She doesn’t need one! We want her to be able to function in our crazy world well enough to live independently and happily, but her quirkiness is a-okay. The strange thing is, I’ve always been an oddball, OCD type and so are all my favorite people –artists, visionaries, scientists, geeks and obsessive weirdos of very stripe. To be off the mainstream kick is like getting back to my own roots.

The synchro-fun continues with Ariane’s discovery of Henry Markram’s Intense World Theory for Autism — which oddly enough is almost identical to Sandy Lowe’s in regards to the cause of autism — and goes further to postulate that all autistics are savants of one type or another — and autism itself may be the next leap in human brain evolution, though apparently it’s still working out the kinks. Which brings me back to The Dream Palace.

One morning a long time ago I remember going into Emma’s bedroom and as she woke up, she said something to me in a long and completely articulated sentence. I was shocked to say the least. I remember telling Ariane about it but I’m not sure I could remember what Emma said by the time I told her. In fact, I no longer know for certain whether or not it really happened! Had I been dreaming? To this day, I can’t tell for sure. Given how strange it would have been for Emma to talk like that when she could barely speak at all, it seems obvious that it had to be a dream. But then again…

Regardless of whether it was ‘real’ or not, that incident became the inspiration for The Dream Palace, where Emma’s character named Daisy in the book, is able to talk perfectly in the dream world.

I’m a research nut. I enjoy the research process as much as the writing. Unfortunately, I could only find one research study of dream patterns and content in autists and it pretty much sucks. So of course, I wrote my own survey! I’m trying to get it out to autists who are willing to participate so if any readers have suggestions on how I could do that most efficiently please let me know. In the meantime, I’m rewriting the story because after reading Markram’s findings, I’m now convinced like he is, that not only does Emma sense, feel, and perceive much more intensely than us highfalutin ‘normals’ — she may indeed be much farther advanced than we are — which hopefully we will discover as her communications continues to advance so rapidly.

Bottom line? Life is good, very good. All it took was a complete shift in our perspective.

For more on our journey through Emma’s childhood of autism, go to:   Emma’s Hope Book

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The Third Glance, Theory for Autism and Flying

Posted on March 16, 2012 by | 6 comments

Two things – the first is that I wanted to mention a post I loved reading, written by E. of The Third Glance –  a 22 year-old autistic adult.  Her “Growing up Autistic: On Nature, Nurture and Abuse” piece is powerful, heartbreakingly honest and written with elegance.  Hers was one of the stories I was referring to when I wrote in the Evolution of a Perception post, “The abuse, the prejudice, the cruelty all of these austists have endured is staggering.”  Richard and I also loved her post – My Cat Is My Hero.  It’s beautiful, but then so is the writer, E.

The second thing I want to mention is an interview with Henry and Kamila Markam about The Intense World Theory for Autism on the blog – Wrong Planet.  It’s interesting, problematic in that I worry it will be misinterpreted by some, (leading to the type of  universal parental blame demonstrated by both Kanner and Bettelheim) but this quote was such an amazingly accurate description of what I’ve always suspected Emma experiences, I had to read it twice just to be sure I’d read it correctly the first time.

“The Intense World Theory states that autism is the consequence of a supercharged brain that makes the world painfully intense…”

They go on to say – “The theory was triggered bottom up from neuroscientific studies and the real changing point for us was when we found that fear memories were so quickly acquired, lasted longer, were difficult to erase and over generalized. This put all the results into context because the neocortex could render the world intense, highly fragmented and overly specialized while the amygdala would dial up the emotional component of the intense world making it potentially extremely painful and aversive forcing the autistic child to take refuge in a secure bubble. If they don’t succeed to take refuge through repetitive behavior, routines, rocking, and other types of behaviors, then they may display self-injurious behavior – like ants crawling all over your body. The diversity comes from the fact that we are normally diverse and if you add hyperfunctional circuits to that then naturally each autistic child will be even more different from each other. It is like taking all our normal differences to an extreme. This challenges society to accommodate autists, but diversity is the key to social evolution and so it is a good challenge.”

We are flying out to Colorado this morning.  I wasn’t able to get a single seat together.  I even called the airlines and begged them to do something. I told them we were flying with two children, one of whom is autistic, but they said there was nothing they could do.  We aren’t even in the same rows!  Wish us luck.

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“I’ve Got the Moves Like Jagger”

Posted on March 15, 2012 by | 7 comments

This morning, Emma turned on Maroon 5’s Moves Like Jagger featuring Christina Aguilera.

It began like this…  (By the way, the turquoise thing Emma is holding is her string.  It’s a work in progress.  Every few days she adds more duct tape to it.  Pretty soon she’ll be able to use it as a snowboard.)

and then she did this

Which turned into this

and then this

“I’ve got the moves like Jagger”…

and she did and she was…

It was beautiful.

In it’s purest form – joy.

For more on Emma’s journey through a childhood of autism, go to:   Emma’s Hope Book

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The Evolution of a Perception

Posted on March 14, 2012 by | 18 comments

As I wrote yesterday’s post about Emma’s progress in the past year, I realized how much my perceptions and views have changed since beginning this blog.  When Emma was first diagnosed I cycled through a series of emotions fairly quickly.  Some, like guilt, grief and anger hit me with a violence that took my breath away.  Others ebb and flow, while still others, like acceptance, came more gradually, but all of these things continue to change.  My ideas about autism, what that means to Emma and to us have changed.  I no longer believe there is a neuro-typical child named Emma hidden beneath guaze like layers of autism.  A child who, if we could just find the magic thing that would remove the autism, would emerge, intact, speaking in beautifully, articulate sentences, a child who would suddenly converse with us as though all these years had been silent practice for her grand debut.  I do not believe we can extricate Emma from her autism.

I have gone from thinking it was wrong for me to slap such a potent label on her, that it was kinder, gentler, more empathic to say – my daughter has autism – than to use, the more blunt and direct, “she is autistic,” to the question I now find myself continually asking – what would she say, if she could?   I don’t know.  Until she tells me, I cannot know.  But I won’t stop trying to find out.

In my search to understand Emma, I have found voices, and there are dozens and dozens of them out there, autists who, now in their 20’s, 30’s, 40’s and 50’s have blogs where they articulate what many cannot say with spoken language.  These are the so called “high functioning” autists who can communicate, some not verbally, but who have found ways to communicate through typing and other forms of communication.  Their opinions, their voices, often poetic, at times angry, despairing, brutally honest, always insightful, are making themselves heard through their blogs.  Finding these sites has been akin to learning there is a vast alternate universe.  There is so much I did not know, do not know, but want to learn.  Over the course of the past eight years, with the sole intention of helping my daughter, I have done almost every single thing many speak out against.  I didn’t know.  I thought I was fighting for Emma.  I thought my focus on a “cure” was a good thing, the noble thing, the thing that would release her from the bondage of autism.  It never occurred to me that my focus could be perceived as a kind of bondage in and of itself.  By the way, I am not beating myself up over this, or more accurately am trying hard not to, but am doing my best to listen and learn.

I know I’m wading into tricky territory here, with many differing opinions about “cures” and how that word is negatively perceived by those on the spectrum, and I don’t want to get into the semantics of it, only to suggest it is a dialogue that is important.  It is a dialogue I am trying to understand.  I want to understand.  One I hope I am coming to understand.

The abuse, the prejudice, the cruelty all of these austists have endured is staggering.  One of my favorite blogs, by the incredibly talented Julia Bascom, called Just Stimming is filled with such pain.  She writes so beautifully and with such honesty, I read her words and feel overwhelmingly grateful for her voice.  E. is another such voice with her blog, The Third Glance.  Then there’s Landon Bryce, who’s blog ThAutcast is peppered with youtube videos of himself talking.  Provocative,  passionate, he is always interesting and someone I would love to have a conversation with.  There is LOVE-NOS, a group blog with three authors sharing their views and thoughts, one of whom is Julia Bascom. Another group blog, Wrong Planet describes itself as – “a community designed for individuals (and parents/professionals of those) with Autism, Asperger’s Syndrome, ADHD, PDDs, and other neurological differences.”

The point is, these sites are educating me in ways I could not have imagined.

Someone named Kathryn commented on another blog:  “Here are two broad categories of parent attitudes about autism. (Others may exist, but these are common and pertinent.)

1. I want my autistic child to function the best he/she can, and will do anything I can to help him/her overcome the difficulties posed in his/her life by autism.

2. I want to have a normal child and will do anything to get rid of this autistic child’s autism, because then I’ll have a normal child again.”

I aspire to be the parent described in #1.

For more on Emma’s journey through a childhood of autism, go to:   Emma’s Hope Book

Emma during gymnastics last Sunday


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Crocuses, New York City Firemen and Emma

Posted on March 13, 2012 by | 5 comments

As Richard and I revel in Emma’s affectionate embrace, New York City is experiencing an extraordinarily, early spring.  Purple, yellow and white crocuses are peeking out from mounds of dirt in great bursts of color.

This weekend the weather hovered around 60 degrees, today it’s suppose to go up into the 70’s.  The firemen, always good indicators of the temperature outside, across the street from our loft, are wearing shorts.  People are smiling, daylight savings time is in effect and this morning Emma was still asleep when Nic and I left the house.  Short of pinching myself to make sure this isn’t all a dream, as we waited for Nic’s bus to arrive, I couldn’t help but wonder – What’s going on around here?!

In addition to Richard’s beautiful post from yesterday, Emma is making progress in countless ways.  So I’d like to take a moment here to take stock, a kind of inventory gathering of this past year, to highlight how far Emma has come.

One year ago, Emma was struggling with forming the letters of the alphabet.  (I’m not kidding, I just went back and looked at my old notes.)  Today Emma is reading at a first grade level or higher.  In addition, Emma is writing and typing full sentences in answer to questions posed.  Emma knows more than 200 words by sight, she understands punctuation and uses a period, question mark and comma appropriately.  Emma knows to use an upper case letter when beginning a sentence both when writing by hand and when typing.  Emma is learning to use the past, present and future tenses when speaking, writing and typing.  Emma has made a massive leap forward in her use of the correct pronouns.  In addition (no pun intended) she is able to write simple math sentences, adds and subtracts 1, 2 & 3 up to the number 30.  Emma loves doing mazes and connect the dot pictures.  Emma continues to enjoy favorite picture books, but is now reading them herself!  She is no longer simply flipping through the pages, but is actually pointing to the words and READING!  I know, I just said that, but I find this really, very, very exciting.

Emma’s greatest deficit is in her expressive language, but we have been working on that through Dr. Blank’s “Step into Stories” program and through a number of other exercises and work we are doing with her.  Emma is working with Joe after school for a solid two hours and is able to attend during that entire time, with just a few two to three minute breaks throughout.

For the past three weekends, we have taken both children out to brunch at a different restaurant each time and Emma has sat and eaten food from the menu.  Any idea how exciting that is?   We live in New York City, after all.  People here eat out more than they do in, but for us, it’s exhilarating.  She sits in her chair, waits for the meal to arrive, engages with us, and enjoys herself.  Eating out together as a family was not something we have, up until now, been able to do.  One year ago we were having to pack a separate suitcase with the foods Emma would eat whenever we traveled.  Going out as a family to a restaurant was not something we even considered doing.  Emma has slowly expanded what she will eat.  This past Sunday Emma ordered apple juice and made no fuss when it arrived in a tall glass with a straw.  A year ago, not only would she not have ordered apple juice that she was unfamiliar with, but had one of us ordered it, she would have refused to even take a sip without a great deal of protest.  This is the same child who would spend an entire day refusing to drink or eat anything, if it was not familiar and known to her.

In gymnastics Emma is beginning to be able to perform a cartwheel that actually resembles a cartwheel.  She is able to do a hand stand, does jumping jacks on the trampoline and has learned how to touch her toes during the stretching period.  I know, all of this sounds pretty rudimentary,  but for Emma these are monumental leaps forward.

As Richard so eloquently wrote, Emma spent Sunday walking with us, not running ahead, there were no grunting or squealing noises, no sudden bursts of arm waving while jumping about, just walking, arm in arm, sometimes reaching for one of our hands, sometimes stopping to give one of us a hug.  There was a great deal of laughter, playing and interacting while Richard and I floated along on a cloud of joy and gratitude.

For more on Emma’s journey through a childhood of autism, go to:   Emma’s Hope Book


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