Happy New Year! One of our resolutions it to blog more in 2014 (and really, to write more in general). However, we also believe in the power of connecting you with other people’s words. Enter the newest installment in our series, “How Literacy Changed My Life,” from Alesha, a homeschooling mom and former public school teacher, living in Pennsylvania. In this post, she courageously tells the story of her son’s autism and how literacy has supported her and her family through this journey. The Literacy Chicks want to thank Alesha for her bravery in sharing this story, and we would like to extend the invitation to all of you to share your stories too.
Many people think they know all about Asperger Syndrome because they watch The Big Bang Theory or Parenthood. There’s more to Asperger’s, and it isn’t always pretty. Each individual with ASD has his own challenges and nuances. They aren’t all like Sheldon and request “Soft Kitty” every time they are sick. For many kids, Aspergers makes it hard for them to relate to others, communicate, and understand social cues. Here is a good example:
I was getting ready for date night with my husband. Dane asks, “Are you and Dad going on a date?”
I say, “Yes.”
He says, “Are you and Dad getting a divorce?”
I look to see if he is joking. I say, “What!? What gave you that idea?”
He matter-of-factly explains, “Boyfriends and girlfriends go on dates; not husbands and wives. So, you have to get a divorce and then you go on a date.”
We had a chat that his father and I were NOT getting a divorce and that married couples can still go on dates.
Life with ASD can be hilarious at times, but there is a lot of heartache. It can seem daunting until you learn to manage it.
My adventure with Asperger began a few years ago when my son was diagnosed with it. The diagnosis felt like the end of the world, and we didn’t know where to start. One thing was evident: my son needed me to learn about ASD so that I could help him.
New terms were thrown at me such as sensory diets, social stories, and gluten-free diets. I didn’t know where to start. At the beginning, I thought this would be easy, because I only had to change what he was eating and needed to pick one of the diets. When I first heard of gluten free diets, I thought everyone was saying “glutton free.” My first thought was, “Duh, everyone needs to be on a glutton free diet.” I later found out it was gluten, so that left sensory diet. Guess what, it has nothing to with what you eat!
I had so much to learn and it had to happen gradually. My son would show certain behaviors and I would search the internet. My saving grace came when I discovered a blog by a woman raising two teenage boys on the spectrum, “Confessions of an Aspergers Mom.” Her blog posts helped me so much and her stories led to other blogs such as, “Grape Jelly on Pizza,” “Autism Storms and Rainbows,” and “Mama’s Turn Now-how my son with Aspergers is teaching me to be happy.” Then, I found out that there was a Facebook group where parents with ASD kids and adult aspies post questions and share stories. It was wonderful to read about others who were going through the same things that I was going through. It’s also neat to have the adult aspies weigh in on a situation and explain their view.
This group of parents showed me that I am not failing as a parent. They have referred me to various forms of therapies and programs for my son. I now know why my son sometimes only communicates through movie lines. An adult aspie once explained why it is hard for ASD kids to apologize, especially if they are technically in the right.
Over the years, things improved at home. We changed the way that we parent our son and provide a steady calm environment for him. However, school was a big challenge. Below is how a typical day ended for my son.
One day I got a call from school to get Dane. I arrived at the school. I no longer needed to sign in anymore. It was understood why I was there. I entered Dane’s emotional support teacher’s room. My son was under a table in the back corner of the room. His body language was tense, his fists were balled, and he had a far away look in his eyes. I knew that he was no longer with us.
I pulled up a chair to discuss the situation with his teacher.
She explained, “Dane did okay today until he had gym class. Today’s activity was doing flips or tricks on the large mat. As a safety precaution, students are required to wear socks on the gym mat. Dane refused to remove his shoes and refused to get off the mat.”
I sighed and said, “Okay. I understand the issue, but Dane doesn’t have socks on. He is wearing sandals. Did you offer him socks?”
Again she explains, “Well, after the P.E. teacher physically removed him from everyone else, she called me and I tried to calm him down. I did offer him socks after I realized he was wearing sandals, but he refused. I don’t understand. I offered him a solution. So, I had him come to my room to calm down. We are in a stand off right now. He refuses to talk to me and hides from me.”
At this point, I was frustrated and embarrassed. My son wasn’t behaving at school. I didn’t know what to do for him. I was thankful that we have an appointment with his therapist that day. I knelt down to talk to Dane. He was defiant even to me. I was embarrassed even more. I stood up and told his teacher that I would check him out early and take him to the therapist.
I told him in a stern voice to come out and follow me. We got in the car. I felt like crying, because he had been sent home every day that week. I knew that pretty soon the school would give up on him and probably officially suspend him. I angrily asked him why he did this. I lectured him on showing adults respect and told him there would be consequences to his actions.
As we pulled into the therapist’s parking lot, he mumbled, “Socks don’t go with sandals.”
I asked, “What did you say?”
He sighed and explained, “At first I was mad that I didn’t have socks. It wasn’t fair that everyone else had socks on and I didn’t. When they gave me socks, I still couldn’t wear them.”
Frustrated, I said, “Dane, your problem was solved. You were offered socks.”
He said, “But Mom, socks don’t go with sandals! I would look like a dork! Dad says that dorks wear socks with sandals.”
A light bulb went off. I asked, “So, you didn’t wear the socks, because you thought you would have to wear the socks with your sandals after gym class and you would look like a dork?”
He hung his head down and muttered, “Yes.”
What am I supposed to do with that? In his mind, it made perfect sense. The teachers assumed that he would make the connection that the socks were for the gym class only and that he could take them off afterwards. All of this could have been avoided if it was properly explained. However, I can’t be mad at the teachers. They don’t know how his mind works, and sometimes even I forget that he can’t make those connections.
Since the public education system wasn’t properly educating my son, we decided to homeschool him. Again, I was out of my element. I researched curriculums, joined blogs like, “Math Coach’s Corner” and “Teacher Tipster,” and searched Pinterest and Facebook. There isn’t much information out there about homeschooling Asperger kids, so I pieced information from homeschooling blogs and educators’ blogs. I subscribe to homeschool blogs and educational coaches that blog strategies for teaching material in a variety of ways. In fact, my son once said, “Mom, I really wished you would stop looking up new ways to teach me things.” I am always searching for ways to make learning fun and easy for him and it’s working. His reading and math have improved in a few short months.
I don’t have all of the answers for my son, but I am willing to learn. That is the key. A willingness to constantly educate yourself no matter what life throws at you. There are days that I wish I was ignorant about Asperger’s. It hurts to see friends post pictures of their sons playing sports, because that was a dream I had for my son. We tried putting him in basketball, but it ended with him standing at half court at a game refusing to budge. Time out was called so I could get him off the court. With all eyes on us, he tearfully explained that he was not moving because when he ran to one end of the court the players ran to the opposite end. He decided to stay in the middle so they wouldn’t always leave him behind.
I always worry about Dane’s future. Yet, when you talk to Dane, he is going to “leave his mark on the world.” He plans on playing for the New Orleans Saints, winning the Super Bowl 12 times, going to MIT (because that’s where Tony Stark went to school), making the Iron Man suit real, and writing comic books. I don’t know how this will all get accomplished, but I do know that he is a success story in the making.