Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Help Along the Way

Many people helped me along my journey and I am one that believes if God Sends you help, TAKE IT! LOL !

We could not find much help with Xavier in Memphis and eventually I found that Vanderbilt had an Autism Treatment Center called TRIAD.
We spent many countless hours traveling there for testing, evaluations and general direction for Xavier.

Through TRIAD we have appeared on the TODAY show in 2005 and Xavier became the face of their flyers.

The doctors and staff there were the first to tell us that although Xavier could not speak, he generally understood everything we said!!!
We have done genetic testing there and have made many gains with Xavier due to the information we received.
Thank God for sending me beyond my comfort zone to help Xavier and to this day where he leads me I will follow..;-)



http://kc.vanderbilt.edu/kennedy_pdfs/discovery/discovery8.pdfhttp://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/7006980/ns/today/t/autism-genes-or-environment/#.UD2TUKPARQU

Help Along the Way

Before I was an employee for STEP,  I worked full time as an Administrative Assistant to three VP's at a major bank in Memphis.

My job kept me very busy during the work day as well as after hours.
When word came to one of my bosses, that my son had been diagnosed with Autism and that I was trying to balance work with finding care, ABA services and other therapies for him, he called me into his office.

I knew I looked stressed, cause I WAS STRESSED with doctors, therapists, it was all so overwhelming. I could not find a lot of help for Xavier in Memphis, so Mark and I would travel frequently to Vanderbilt Hospital to their Autism Treatment Center.

That manager that pulled me aside was Dana Leake.  He told me to apply for FMLA, that I would use the time off to handle any issues with Xavier and although I would not be paid, it would not count against my work performance.

The burden had been lifted.  I was able to leave work on my lunch and take an extended hour each day to pick Xavier up from school  and drip him off with the ABA therapist and then return to work. I worked an extra hour each day after the office was closed to make up my pay and the extra time also gave me time to catch up on work while no one was there to interrupt me.

Because of this, I was motivated to work three times as hard. I gained the name "Kim Possible" and I loved my job and tried to make anyone and everyone that crossed my path, feel like I cared and that I would do all I could to help them. Mainly because I knew my own boss would do the same for me...;-)

Help Along the way

Did I tell you I know a "Goddess"?  Well, not really but I do know a lady that was a "Godsend"..;-)

After Xavier aged out of Harwood, he had to go to our neighborhood school in Germantown , TN.

I was told to prepare for his first IEP meeting that I should check out some classes at a place called STEP. Inc.
I went on line to their website and the following Saturday I was at my local library to attend a free class on IDEA.

For those of you who don't know IDEA (Individuals with Disabilities Education Act) is, it is the BIBLE for parents with special needs children. It is basically the RULE book that any school that receives public funding has to follow when providing an education to our children.

The presenter that day was Jenness Roth. She went though all the basics of the law and was very accommodating and willing to answer questions, During the break, I approached her and told her why I was there. Afterwards, I helped her take her materials back to her car and we chatted there as well. She had two sons like me and they were close in age as well and one of her sons had autism.

I thanked her and she told me to call her if I needed any help.
As the weeks went by, I did not feel as confident as I should going into the first IEP meeting for Xavier,
I called Jenness up and asked if she would attend it with me and she agreed.

The meeting WENT South REAL FAST ..
First, I didn't realize that unlike Harwood, public school do not have the budget, staff, nor time to give Xavier the individualized care he had received and I had come to enjoy and could see progress with at Harwood.

Needless to say, I went " MAD BLACK MOMMA" FAST . They were willing to DO ANYTHING for him it seemed...

When I finally got into a yelling match with the Curriculum Coordinator when she said Xavier,who had NO language at the time,would have to attend a GROUP speech session once a week. Before I knew it I was like "Are you crazy, lady". Jenness, in her calm voice asked if we could take a break and we stepped outside.

Ok, let me be clear, I was seriously about to catch a case here yall.. LOL ! My blood was boiling!
But Jenness reminded me that the IEP meeting was not the end. She reminded me of the laws. That I didn't have to sign anything today that I did not agree with, but most of all I HAD TO CALM DOWN.
 
Once I was able to regain my composure, we went back into the meeting. I didn't get what I wanted that day, but with her help, Xavier got all the services he needed.

Her kind, comforting words that day started me on a path, where I would eventually have the privilege to work under her and with the entire STEP team.
There were many days in my work at STEP that I would attend an IEP meeting with a parent and like Jenness I would have to ask for a break and I reminded myself that I was in their shoes once. By the time she finished with me I had gained the nickname " The Mary Poppins of IEP meetings".. thanks to Staff member Steven Glowicki ......LOL!
 
STEP, Inc is what is commonly called a PTI (Parent Training Institute) there is one like it in every state,
The one for Georgia is called Parent to Parent and I have had the privilege of working there as well.
 PTI offer free training and guidance to parents who have special needs children. They are all funded through IDEA

Through working for STEP, my knowledge grew tenfold. I meet other mothers like Karen Harrison, Laurel Ryan, and Juwanda Mast who were not only getting the information that would help their own children, but passing it along to help others. The staff at STEP were more like family as many of the employees were parents of special needs children. It was during the time I worked here that I decided that I wanted to be a counselor with a specialty in counseling parents of children with special needs.
My love for sharing in the joys, heartaches and pains of parents on this special journey will never die.

Thank God I for the person whom has been nicknamed the "Goddess" and all of those mothers and staff members of PTI's.






Saturday, August 25, 2012

Just felt it was so appropriate for my Blog

Saturday, August 25th
Good morning Kimberly,
Here's Today's Devotional from The Vine...
The Joy Set Before Him
It came to pass, when the days were near that he should be taken up, he intently set his face to go to Jerusalem. - Luke 9:51
There were many great and painful steps that Jesus needed to take before He could reach this blessed hour and be received into glory. The immediate future was full of struggle, loss, and pain. Jesus was able to see the splendor of heaven with its opening gates and its welcome home, but before His feet could enter Heaven He needed to pass through a large battlefield full of enemies. There were days of toil and nights of loneliness. Finally He would pass through Gethsemane's gloom, and all that led to Calvary. He must die and go into the grave. All this before He could be received up.
However, He did not think of any of these painful steps. He did not let His eye rest on the shadows that lay in the valley, but lifted it up to the mountain-top beyond, where the splendors of heaven blazed. Keeping His thoughts on His heavenly home that waited when He had ended the journey, He forgot the toils and the tears and didn't lose hope.
This is a wonderful secret which all of us ought to learn. We should not to think so much about the toil and hardness of our journey, but to look beyond to the "light at the end of the tunnel". Many of us go through life worrying and keep our eyes looking gloomily down on the path we are treading. We see all the troubles, difficulties and discouragement, but we never raise our eyes to see the joy, hope and blessings that wait for us. We ought to learn this life-secret which made Christ forget the shame and sorrow of His cross and see only the glory beyond. Learn to look up toward heaven.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Inspirations

Like I said before other people have been placed in my life to help me along my autism journey.

Xavier got to spend 6 glorious months at Harwood.

During that time, we had ABA therapy at out home, speech and language therapy and he made some significant gains.
I also learned EVERYTHING I could about what he would need.
Most of all,

I found that his tantrums were mainly because he realized he could no longer speak.
Since he and Jordan are only 17 months apart, he was watching Jordan communicate with me and everyone around him and was frustrated because he could not. Could you imagine how he was feeling?

Most of Xavier's behavior issues today are still due to his inability to speak. I am really considering teaching him sign language again, this time more intensely.


His speech therapist immediately taught him sign language for a few basics things.
Mainly for how to request items and to ask for food, drink and to ask for more.
He seemed to really catch on and some of his anxiety went away.


The Speech Therapist sent on daily note sheets to let me know what he worked on and what to work on with him at home.
I will never forget the day his speech therapist wrote in BIG Letters on his Daily Sheet " HE CAN TALK!"
I was motionless, I looked at him and he looked at me as he always odes with big eyes as if to say "what?"

Then I tried it, I did the sign for "drink" and he said it!  I cried. It had been sooo long since I had heard his voice. I had not realized he had lost ALL of his language before. SO that was it, I began forcing him to talk from that day forward.

He still doesn't talk much, but I can say God has made it such that Xavier is VERY expressive. I can almost always tell what he is feeling, just by looking at him and I praise God for that...

Now on to where my help came from!

Cassandra Sisk was over Xaviers' ABA therapy at Harwood. She had a student from the University of Memphis that was interning with her named Sherita and together they became Xavier's first ABA team.  Sherita reminded me of an older version of my niece Cierra so she and I hit it off great and she spent a lot of time at our home.
ABA therapy was BAD at first. Xavier would slap, kick and hit Cassandra and she would remain stoic and continued telling him to do things until he complied.
The rule was that once they took him in the playroom there was a table and chair he was to sit in and under NO circumstances could I open the door.. sounds simple, but when you hear your child screaming to the top of his lungs, IT IS VERY HARD TO DO.

I had a video baby monitor I got at Xavier's baby shower from my brother and his wife and Mark and I decided to put the camera in the room and hook it up to the TV in the den so we could See what was going on in the room and Cassandra humored us.

Many days I watched as what seemed like endless requests to do simple things like stand up, sit down, wave and when he didn't do it they would physically guide him, whether he liked it or not. He cried, screamed, and did what he could to get out of it. Even yelled one day to " Open Door" .. and I was thrilled...
But that is the way Xavier learned so many things, his colors, his body parts, to complete simple tasks.
Harwood Center and the staff gave Xavier a good start. The teachers were caring and loving and the staff was knowledgeable and supportive.. But Xavier aged out in 6 months and we had to go into the school system or " transition" as they call it.. or for me more like persecution...
But as he promised God sent me help.. once again ..but  this time he sent me a 'Goddess"..:-)




Tuesday, August 21, 2012

In the Beginning

In the beginning of my Autism journey, a day like today would have sent me into a frenzy!
My whole YEAR would be ruined! LOL !

But since I have faced many days WAAAAY worse than this one, I know this too shall pass and know that if God doesn't calm the storm , he WILL INDEED calm me., but ONLY  if I let him....;-)

Like I mentioned before God have sent so many people in my life to help me along this Autism Odyssey.  Let me tell you about a few..

After Xavier's initial diagnosis, I was frantic to find out what Autism was and how I could get rid of it! LOL !
I immediately starting looking on the Internet and for the most part most things I saw were very scary.

Rain Man, remember that movie? Dustin Hoffman and Tom Cruise were brothers and Dustin had autism and could remember all sorts of numbers and stuff and Tom used him to gamble.. I thought to myself ....WTH?  At least my dad who loved to gamble would surely LOVE Xavier.. LOL .. If he could only figure out how to get him inside of a casino...LOL!

But Autism is a "Spectrum disorder", meaning most people that have autism do not have the same symptoms. In fact, rarely do two people with autism have the exact same symptoms and that is what makes Autism so hard to treat and so hard to understand.

For the most part, doctors have broken the symptoms down to categories of Autism.
PPD/ NOS
Aspergers
Autism Moderate
Autism Severe

There are some symptoms that most people with Autism share and that is defect in social skills and repetitive behaviors.
Yet, some may lack language as Xavier does and some may talk like people with Aspergers.
Some may not interact with others at all, just sit and stare into space, others may be well aware of their surroundings and interact with it and others.
If I had to take a guess I would say Xavier falls somewhere in the middle of having Autism moderate on the spectrum, with his main symptoms being lack of language, lack of social skills and repetitive and problem behaviors.


My first stop on my Autism journey took me to a place called the Harwood Center in Memphis.  I wanted to know how Xavier would go to school, was he teachable and a host of other questions..
I spoke with a lady name Kay Guenther. She was a social worker and coordinator of the center.
I told her abut my diagnosis from the neurologist and asked her what services the center offered.
She told me what the center did and you can see that information here: http://harwoodcenter.org/.


 I asked if I could come by an take a tour and she obliged, but warned there was a waiting list to get in. so the next day Xavier and I went to your Harwood and it was nothing less than amazing.

After the tour Kay had me fill out paperwork to put Xavier on the waiting list and told me as the neurologist did to get an official diagnosis from a child psychiatrist. She took some back ground information on him and during the interview I began to cry. Just going back over the events of the previous weeks had over come me.

She reassured me that all would be ok, that I was not the first mom to cry in her office and that the fact I was there trying to get help for Xavier showed I was a good mom. We talked for a while and for the first time, I felt like maybe I could do this. Maybe I could be Xavier's mom and be good at it. Then she told me that since Xavier was 30 months at the time he would only get to attend for 6 months before he had to transition into regular public school at 3 years old. I was devastated, but figured even if I could only get him in for a short time, it would at least give me time to figure out what to do for him next.

We went home, I made an appointment with the Child Psychiatrist. He saw Xavier for 4 sessions before giving us his "official diagnosis of autism" . One thing he mentioned to us was that Xavier's personality was not one where he would ever be a big talker, He said even if he developed language later on, not to expect him to be the most talkative guy. At that point if he said ANYTHING I would be grateful. 

In the meantime I called Kay and the waiting list it seemed would not get to Xavier by his third birthday so it was a wash.
 I am sure she could hear the disappointment in my voice, but I thanked her for the tour and all she had done and hung up the phone.
I hung up the phone and I prayed and prayed and prayed... and about an hour later, Kay called. She asked me if I could start bringing Xavier to school the next week on Monday. She said she could not get him in everyday and three days a week was all she could offer me.  I told her he would be there EARLY... ;-)  I am not sure to this day what Kay did to help me, but years later when I brought Xavier back to visit I told her I had changed my major from Business/ Transportation to Social Work/Counseling. She tried to talk me out of it, said it can be heartbreaking sometimes and that I would never be rich doing it, but I told her if I can do half as much for someone as she has done for me, I would have more joy than money could buy.
Kay was the first of many people that God has placed in my path to help me carry my cross but Thank God she has not been the last..

Why Me, Why now?

I am a very private person so doing this blog is SOOO out of character for me.
So why do it? I don't want anyone feeling sorry for me. Please don't hold any candlelight vigils for me... LOL!!


I am doing this blog because I want mothers who are dealing with autism or have a child with a disability or any other issues and feel alone, isolated and hopeless to know that there are many others out there who are on the same journey.

 There is power in speaking up and speaking out. There is also hope.

I want to help others by being transparent as I can. So many times when one is going through a trail we HIDE. 

Many others on my journey have helped me by being honest, open and letting me know what may lie ahead on this road. They have shared their experiences, feelings, disappointments and trials all in hopes of helping me and I hope that by sharing my experiences someone who has gone through something similar or is gong through something right now will know that they are not alone and if I can make it though so can you..

But MOST OF ALL, I want to use my life and experiences in my trail, my thorn in the side, as a living testimony that GOD can bring you through anything, IF YOU LET HIM. His GRACE IS SUFFICIENT.....

Yet, if God brings you through something you could not make it through on your own he wants you to praise him PUBLICLY.
He wants you to tell somebody as to encourage them, if you wont do it, he said the rocks will do it for you.

But then if the rocks will cry out and praise him when you wont, why should he continue to bless you?










First 48

Ok, that last 48 hours have been rough for me.. REAL ROUGH!

Xavier lost his Katie Beckett Waiver officially on yesterday.  Mainly because my case worker no longer works at DFCS  and all my paperwork got lost and what I sent in wasn't good enough. Just the same ole, same ole, for a Government agency, nobody knows anything and nobody cares.

As well,  Xavier has been med free all Summer at the recommendation of his new doctor and has done great, but now that school has started he has gone down hill fast... and DOWN HILL FAST.

Just got back home with him because I was on my way to work this morning when the school called and I had to turn around and go get him.

Since Mark and I don't have supports at home, I have forgone having a career of my own to tend to situations like these.

After all, there is only so many times you can call your boss and say you were on your way to work but not coming because you have to go pick your autistic child up from school and actually KEEP your job.

So that is why I work PT and usually do something where I have a flexible schedule for times like these, but naturally I don't contribute as much to the household income as I once did before Xavier's diagnosis and that's a major bummer for me.

Although Mark seems to be ok with it, maybe because he says his mom never really worked until he was a teenager, I always feel like I had so many career goals for myself that I may not ever see..

Now I am at home, Xavier seems fine, after he has gotten upset and basically attacked everyone in his classroom.

I STILL Thank God. His teacher and staff are MARVELOUS!  She was near tears when I got there to get him as he has Never been sent home before.  She reassured me we are going to work through this as a team. that they are all in tears this morning over this and tell me no to blame myself for stopping the med. .. so we both sit teary eyed and hug.
She reminded me that if God brings me to it, he will bring me through it and that God only gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers.  She hugs Xavier, tells him she loves him  and he and I get up to leave.

I have to admit, sometimes I wish God had less faith in me...

This is a far cry from the last school Xavier attended in Memphis in our Bartlett Neighborhood. Where when he would get upset , they would put a gym mat on the floor and allow him to kick a file cabinet until he wore himself out. Not thinking that maybe it could fall over on him?
What about the other children who heard this? or better yet Jordan who was just two classrooms away.

So today even in the midst of all this, I still praise God.


So now, I have got to see what is the next move, to get my baby back on track. First he needs an appointment this afternoon with his Dr. I will have to figure out what it is gonna cost since he was a doctor he saw under his Katie Beckett  wavier.  Did I mention Autism is expensive..?
Either way this doctor is gonna find another medicine for him if he cant have his old one back or he gonna have to find one for me instead...

A typical day unpredictable day in the life of a MOA (Mom of Autism)

Dear Lord,
Every day we need your guidance for our lives. Lord, we thank you for promising us that you are there to lead us every day. Lord, we ask that you would give us special wisdom and direction each day for Xavier. And we ask not only for divine guidance for ourselves, but for each one who works with him. We ask this especially for his teachers, para-pros, Behavior Specialist  therapists, and doctors. Father, we ask they would send your special anointing on them to move Xavier forward. We also pray that your Holy Spirit would touch those who help us as a family. Lord, we pray a special blessing in each one of these lives, and that you would reward them greatly.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen

Children of Destiny.com





Sunday, August 19, 2012

Not the First Bad News

The follow up for Xavier's testing this past Thursday has not been the first time a doctor has given me bad news about one of my children, especially Xavier.

The doctor that diagnosed Xavier with autism when he was 30 months old pretty much told me he was a "wrap"

I remember that day so well.  He was a well respected child neurologist in Memphis. I had taken Xavier to him after he had lost language and seemed " disconnected" to me in the last six months and had started having violent tantrums and screaming sessions that lasted for what seemed like forever.  He was also doing things like turning the TV up very loud and then standing in front of it covering his ears? Then it was the fact that he didn't seem to catch on to my " momma" face.. You know the face, that your mom gives you when you are out of line to let you know you are on the verge of " getting it".. Jordan knew that face so well., Yet, Xavier seemed like he either totally ignored me or would just  smile back and keep doing what he was doing.. when I would spank his hand, he seemed surprised and confused at what he had done wrong. I was beginning to think he would be a very handsome, but not so bright young man..

My pediatrician had said he was having the terrible twos, but I had been through the terrible twos with Jordan and I knew better.

Xavier had also stopped sleeping during the night and at first I thought it was because  Mark was working at night at Fed Ex and that maybe he picked up on the fact that he was not there.

 Mark had thought that I had spoiled him and that he acted out only when he was not at home. After all, after Jordan had became sick and came home , I admittedly spoiled him rotten and I didn't care WHO knew it. 
Xavier was no different, he and Jordan were like "living dolls" to me, everything they did was funny and sweet. I loved dressing them up and taking them out. They had me wrapped around their fingers and they knew it..;-)

But one night when Mark was at work, Xavier would not go to sleep and for seemingly no reason had started one of his violent tantrums, instead of trying to stop him, I took him to his bed so he wouldn't hurt himself as he kicked and swung his arms and screamed and I got the video camera and taped him. When Mark got home, I gave him the video camera and showed him what I had taped. It was obvious THIS WAS NO NORMAL tantrum. This was not normal at all.  After watching the video, Mark almost in tears, agreed we needed to take him to another doctor.

This time I decided to take Xavier to this doctor, because of his credintials and  in hopes he could give me some answers.

Within 10 minutes in his office, with Xavier sitting in the floor staring at a toy as he often did, the Dr asked me a few questions.

Then he said these words " I am 99 percent sure he has Autism". I will send you to a Child Psychiatrist to get a formal diagnosis"
" How old are you"  and I said 29.  he said " do you have other children" I said yes, another son he is four years old, they are 17 months apart. " Is he developing normally?  I said yes, ..
                   Then he said something and had me do something that forever changed the way I view doctors to this very day.

He said  "You are still young, you can have another child". " I will have my staff give you a list of facilities that will take him".
" Don't worry he wont miss you, he doesn't even know who you are".  

When I gave him a look of disbelief, he had me step out of the office and close the door behind me. 
Then he asked "Do you hear him crying for you?" " He has not moved or even noticed you have even left the room".  "He will never know you". "These children are in their own world". "It is nothing you have done, it is something that just happens".

When I came back in the office, he gave me a list of facilities that took disabled children and a list of Child Psychiatrists. I scooped Xavier and his diaper bag up from the floor and proceeded to the front desk to pay my co-pay.

I sat on the parking lot of Lebonheur with Xavier in the back seat in his car seat staring into space and I cried.
I had been at Lebonhuer before, the hospital , the ICU with Jordan and I just knew I would NEVER come back, but now I am here.

I am not sure how long I sat, but eventually a security guard came over and asked if I needed help. I told him I would be ok and I drove home.
When I got home, Xavier as he always did during that time, began to cry.
When Jordan got upset, I could always figure out what was wrong, he had fallen, he was wet, he was hungry, but with Xavier it seemed he just cried for no reason.

This day I just sat and held him and I made him a promise that I will NOT and have not broken to this day..

" I know you are upset, because you cant talk and it seems like I am your mom and I cant help you, but as long as I am breathing and you are willing to allow me, I will lean on the Lord and I will help you in ANY way I can." I will not leave you, I will be with you every step of this because I brought you here and I owe you that much" and for the first time in a long time, Xavier was quiet and looked me in my eye and it gave me the strength to fight....

Sunday, August 19th
Good morning Kimberly,
Here's Today's Devotional from The Vine...
The Unfailing Helper
Jesus answered, "Faithless and perverse generation! How long will I be with you? How long will I bear with you? Bring him here to me." - Matthew 17:17
The disciples had failed in their effort to cast out the demon, but there was still hope. Jesus Himself was now at hand, and He could not fail. There should be a great deal of encouragement in this for all who are trying to change people's lives into spiritual beauty. When parents have done all they can to make their children true and upright in their character, and have failed, they can take them to Jesus. He can cast out the evil that is in them. He can give them new hearts. He can put His own Holy Spirit within them, and transform them into Christlikeness.
When teachers have unteachable students, on whom they can make no impression, their discouragement and failure should lead them to bring them to Jesus, for He is able to take them and transform their character. When troubled souls have sought in vain for comfort and help from the Church and from Christian ministers, they should go to Christ Himself, for He can comfort. No matter in what we have been defeated, Christ stands ready to take our humiliation and turn it into victory. The disciples had worked all night in vain, but when they dropped their net at Jesus' request, they finally met with success. So always in the shadows of our human failure He stands to give blessing.
There is another thought here. It is to Christ, and not merely to the school or the church or the minister, that we should try to lead our children and our friends. The teacher cannot regenerate the child. The church cannot renew its nature. The minister cannot cast our the evil in the child's heart. Unless we bring our children truly to Christ they will remain unchanged. Baptism does not wash the heart. The Lord's Supper does not put grace into the life. We must bring our friends and ourselves directly to Christ.



Friday, August 17, 2012

Motherhood aint for Punks

I learned early on that motherhood isn't for the weak at heart. I have heard it said that being a mother is like watching your heart walk  around outside your body. This is the closest I have heard to what it feels like to me.

Now imagine seeing your heart walking around outside of your body and not being able to protect it, give it what it needs and having to leave it to fend for itself., scary huh? and I haven't even gotten to the poop, vomit, pee and 3 am feedings.. LOL !

Because I did not grow up with my own mother, I dreamed of being a mother someday. Not because my mother didn't want to raise me, but because she couldn't (will explain that one in another Blog or book someday soon ;-).

But when I finally found my mom when I was a teenager.. my first boyfriend took me to see her against my dad's wishes and I learned the real truth about why she didn't raise me, so with that information, I decided to either marry a man who already had children or just focus on caring for her and having that "big career" I had planned for myself.

That was before I met my future hubby and had Jordan, my oldest. My pregnancy with Jordan was not easy. I was not married when I got pregnant with him, was teaching a teenage girls bible class, had to step down from that for obvious reasons, lost my best friend, who stopped speaking to me and basically dealt with the whispers and sneers from church members until I was so stressed I had to find a new church to worship.
Mark and I had been dating for over a year at work, but had to keep it hush, because employees were not allowed to date or they could risk loosing their jobs, so many people at work assumed I was pregnant by one of my bosses ( a white guy who was already married with two children) which was added stress as well... Aint folks a mess! LOL !

After being giving meds to stop my labor at 36 weeks that didn't work, being in pain for an entire day and night because my cervix wouldn't dilate and a c-section, and being schooled quickly by nurses on how to care for a "preemie", there is was all 7pound 15 ounces of pure joy! He was all big eyed with dimples and curly hair and was a vision of beautiful chocolate goodness! I was thrilled and TIRED all at the same time..

But 6 days after, my world came crashing down. Jordan got sick. VERY SICK. he contracted bacterial meningitis. We were told once he was admitted into the hospital and in quarantine screaming in pain because he was too young to give pain meds to expect him to pass away by the next day. Another little boy had been admitted at the same time who was a year old with his young mother and grandmother standing close by. I approached her and asked her what was his prognosis and she had been told the same. One hour later her son had passed and I was on my knees.

I asked the Lord if it was his will to take him to not let him suffer, but to go ahead and take him like he did the other child. It was not Jordan's fault that he had been born to me or to take me instead.  It was the first time I realized I loved Jordan WAAY more than I loved myself. The days went on and Jordan suffered a stroke and many seizures. I became a TYRANT at the hospital. I wanted him watched at all times and if it didnt happen, staff had to face me. I became known to the nurses as the "Bitch in 206" Jordan's hospital room number. But really I could care less, I was determined that I was going to do all i had to do to ensure Jordan got the best of care.
Since Mark and I had been dating for over a year at work, but had to keep it hush, I watched him come to the hospital at night awaken every time we could see Jordan during the night in ICU and then head to work each day as if nothing was wrong. He had to hear about the stroke and seizures Jordan was having over the phone and still continue his work day. But each day and night he was always there.

One month later, a few days before Christmas, God gave me Jordan to take home. To the amazement of the nurses on staff, he had not lost his hearing or vision as we had been told from the antibiotics and his last bone scan for bacteria had come back negative. Other than taking seizure meds, he was deemed healthy. The nurse that took us down for the last bit of testing told me her daughter had the same thing and was 3 years old and still could not walk or talk. I FELT BLESSED.
On Christmas day, Mark proposed while pretending to exchange Christmas gifts with me and Jordan at my town home.

We got married, bought a house, and had Xavier all in one years time!
We got pregnant with Xavier when Jordan was just 10 months old!
 I often joke that when my Gynecologist came into the examine room and asked me if I had failed Sex Education I knew I was in trouble!!! LOL!
I kept thinking Lord, when I asked for my children to be close I meant "love each other" not close in age!

By then, I had left the workplace where Mark and I met, we had learned that marriage was work and not always fun, REAL life grown up stuff had settled in.
With Xavier I thought I was having twins. I was HUGE. I gained 70 pounds and I could not eat anything.
He came into the world at 38 weeks, planned C-Section that never happened because I went into labor before I made it to the hospital and had to be put to sleep to get him out.
He lived up to his name, Xavier ( STRONG, MIGHTY) , he weighed 11pounds 15 ounces and the nurse in the operating room said that was only because he peed when he came out! LOL!
The nurses on the floor nicknamed him Hercules and he looked the part. I had to have Mark go get him something to wear cause they didnt have onsies that would it him and he left the hospital wearing 3-6 month clothes.
He was given antibiotics at birth to prevent him from getting the same bacterial infection as Jordan did.

By all accounts he was the perfect baby and Jordan was the best big brother, not at all jealous like I thought he would be, but trying to help with him as much as a 17 month old baby himself could.

But one year later after a  fever after his MMR and DTP shots, Xavier began to change.. and so would our lives forever.

Yesterday was one of those days that make me really hate being the mom of a child with Autism.

Today, I admit I am feeling real down.

During the Summer I decided to take Xavier to a well known Neuropsychologist to see if they could get an definite IQ on him.
There have been many times where he has been tested at school. But since most times he is unable to sit still and since most IQ tests require verbal skills he does not have, no one has been able to tell me what his IQ really is.

Plus any residential  Therapeutic Boarding school requires not only a "Butt load" of money, but also that the child has at least a 65 IQ.

This office, I was told could do a "non-verbal" test on him that would at least I had hoped give me some information on which direction I should go with him as far as additional schooling, training for a job, etc.

THE NEWS WASN'T GOOD.

Basically Xavier could not follow along well enough to complete the non verbal IQ test. he became agitated because he could not get the computer and hit the examiner. Once I gave her some reinforcers for him ( the last hour of testing)  he did better. But from the information I gave them on a questionnaire and the testing the examiner was able to complete, their testing shows his developmental age is around 3.5 and his IQ is 40.

Basically I was told that most children with developmental delays have a gap, lets say your child is 6, but they have a cognitive age of 2.
What most parents try to do is to keep that gap steady if nothing else. If they are lucky they can close it some. So if you are able to keep the 4 year gap from widening as your child gets older the gap becomes less significant.

Which means although a 4 year gap is huge when a child is 6 and they have cognitive function of a 2 yr old. When they are 24 and have a cognitive age if a 20 yr old, there is less to notice.

With Xavier his cognitive age is not moving yet as we know each year his chronological age is, so what does that mean?
It means that not only have we not been able to keep his gap steady, we have allowed it to double... NOT GOOD, NOT GOOD AT ALL.

They recommended extra therapies and supplements, biomedical stuff. Most stuff we have already tried and is WAY expensive.
Imagine going to a Dr and dropping 3 grand in one sitting. We have done that MORE than once.
Many times Mark and I laugh that if we had all the money we have spent on care for Xavier we could have bought 3 Escalades!


Needless to say I left the office feeling like the weight of the world had just fell on me.

Usually when I get news like this Mark is not there.  But he was able to attend the later part of this appointment. We had testing done on Jordan as well.

Most times I am able to go home and digest things. I usually cry it out, and start back over again. But last night we had a Falcons game to attend and there was no time to process these emotions.

So there I sat at the game, with people cheering all around me, while I sat thinking what will Xavier's life be like when I am gone.?
I looked around at the children attending the game and I felt like I was alone in a stadium full of people.
Autism can do that to you, OFTEN...

I am thinking, when I die, if Jordan is unable to care for Xavier, will someone else care for him?
 How will they treat a grown man who has the mental capacity of a 2 year old?

None of my family know how to care for Xavier and I find with most African American moms I talk to no one in their family even tries to be around their child let alone find out what it takes to care for their child. I am no different.

Most times mothers of other races have similar concerns for their disabled children, yet that have set up wills and executors of family members who will look after their child when they are gone or God forbid something should happen to them before the child has become an adult... That does not happen in our communities.

So today, I am having to "regroup". What are my plans for Xavier now that I have this news. I admit I DON'T KNOW.

I keep going back to the Initial diagnoses of Xavier and what the doctor told me then , yet today it feels different.

Maybe because back then I had YET to put in any work with Xavier. I was bright eyed with hope that he would get better. That I WOULD find out what it would take to help him.
But today after trying many things, this hits hard.

I read my daily prayer from THE VINE today and as usual, The Lord is always talking to me, I pray that today I can gather the strength to listen, to know that the cloud that hangs over me today, will not destroy me, but be for my good. It will reveal to me Gods Divine Grace..

Friday, August 17th
Good morning Kimberly,
Here's Today's Devotional from The Vine...
Bright Clouds
While he was still speaking, behold, a bright cloud overshadowed them. Behold, a voice came out of the cloud, saying, "This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased. Listen to him." - Matthew 17:5
The cloud was a symbol of the Divine presence. One of the writers says the disciples were afraid as they saw the cloud come down over Jesus. God still comes to us often in thick clouds, and we are afraid too. But the cloud meant no harm to the disciples. No cloud means any harm to a disciple when God is in the cloud; and always, if we only listen, we may hear words of love.
There was a voice out of the cloud testifying to the Divine sonship. The disciples had been staggered at what Jesus had said about His rejection and death. Now they are assured that He is the Messiah, and that they must hear Him. Even if they could not understand, and if the things He said seemed to destroy all their hopes, they still needed to hear.
There are times when God's ways with us seem very hard, and we think disaster is going to ruin every good thing in our lives. At such times we should remember that He who rules over all is the Son of God, our Friend and Savior. Our trust in Him should never fail. We should always listen to what He says. When everything seems strange and dark we should never doubt nor fear.
The events that staggered the disciples then we now see to have been the most glorious and loving wisdom. So in our hardest trials we should discover true wisdom and God's richest love for us. It was out of the cloud that this voice came. Out of the clouds that hang over us come often the tenderest voiced of Divine love, the most precious revealing of God's divine grace.






Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Lets get this party Started!

The reason I posted the newspaper article is mainly because this the place we are now with Xavier. This is his last year of Elementary school and Mark and I are seriously considering sending him off to school.

 But the costs are high.

 Recently, I inquired on the same school the mother in the article was trying to get her preteen son enrolled.
The school is considered a very good school, but in all honestly not many people can afford it.

I met a very nice lady through my niece who is a counselor at a school for children with behavior issues.
She has sent me loads of information on how to find a good "Therapeutic Boarding School" for Xavier.
With all his tantrums and melts and other behavior issues we just cant seem to shake, after speaking with her over the phone, she convinced me that a "Behavior based" facility like the one she and my niece are employed was not the place for him.

His behaviors just aren't severe enough for him to be serviced at her school and I sure don't want to send him somewhere he will pick on behaviors that are worst than what he is doing now..! 

She sent me a few Educational Contacts that she felt may be able to help me, but warned that they may charge a fee and that I should find out their fees before I get in too deep.
Here is a copy of the email I sent to the people she recommended.

My EMAIL:
On Aug 6, 2012, at 7:10 PM, Kimberly Trent <mrstrent1@gmail.com> wrote:

Hello,
I was given your name by a friend as a possible help in finding the correct Therapeutic Boarding school for my 11 year old son with moderate autism, severe speech delay and moderate behavior issues.
I am looking for something in the Georgia area as he has a Katie Beckett waiver and I would like to use it for some of the funding for the school.
He is currently in a local public school in a self contained moderate/Level 2 Autism class. He is in 5th grade and I am looking for placement for Middle School.

If you feel you would be able to help, please reply by answering the following questions...

I wanted to know what are your fees for your services
Have you ever placed a child with significant disabilities and behaviors in a residential school setting?
If so, what type of disabilities have you worked with?

Sincerely,
Kimberly Trent


THE RESPONSES:

Response #1

Good morning, Kimberly,

Thank you for your inquiry into my educational consulting services with regard to placement for your son. At this time, however, my practice focuses on working with students 12 years of age or older and the spectrum for placement is much broader, and nationally versus state wide and only within Georgia. 
  
I do have a website that explains the range of placement I do, www.com. My specialty is in private pay, parent choice options for their children. So if a student has been on any form or disability, it is the parent's who directly worked with the residential school or program regarding payment structure. 

Hopefully this begins to answer your immediate questions and if you'd like to talk further, I'd be glad to do so. You can reach me at 678-000-0000

Sincerely,
 
 

Response #2
Hello Kimberly,

Thanks for your email.  In order to answer your questions it would be better for us to talk.  We definitely work with children with disabilities, but you will be extremely limited in the Georgia area.  In fact, I cannot think of any school in Georgia that would be right, however there is much more that we would need to know before answering that question definitively.

You are welcome to call me on my cell at 770-000-0006 or at the office at 404-000-0000 and we can discuss this further if you would like.  I will also refer you to our website which will provide you with a bit more information about our services.  We only work with private programs, which does not mean that some of the schools that we work with don't receive some funding from educational systems, but just that they do not have state appointed children or adjudicated children in their schools.  



So then I decided to email the school that she recommended to be on my own, After all I can speak for myself right?
here are the responses I got from the school staff I contacted. I have blotted out the names and websites for all of these as I don't want to be sued. But if you need their contact information contact me privately and I will be happy to pass them along.
After all, I want t save my money for Xavier's schooling.. ;-)


Response:
Thank you for considering The  School. Tuition ranges
from $5,500 to $11,000 monthly, depending upon the needs of your child
and placement for services. I cannot tell based on the information
provided whether he would be most appropriately served at the Center
for Autism or on our main campus in a self-contained classroom.  The
Main Campus tuition ranges are lower than the Center for Autism as a
result of programming needs and services available.

I would be happy to help you further if you would like to send an
application and necessary related documents for enrollment.  The
application is available on our website at
www..org<http://www..org>

Thank you,
 Director of Program Services


 I got another response from another staff member at the school but I think I have made my point. Unless you are independently wealthy caring for a child with autism can make you go broke!  Or if I want to have any financial aid, I have to make Xavier a ward of the state! YIKES!

 Therefore I choose the treatments and therapies for Xavier very carefully as I want to be more than sure they will have a good chance at working for him. I don't have time or money to waste..

So public school has been our only option for him thus far. Even so, Mark and I are very careful as to what school districts we choose to live in as well as well as what type of classroom environment we feel will benefit him the most.

Obviously this can be a very daunting task for many families and can cause much stress on the household emotionally, mentally and most of all financially. 

It has not been any different for me and mine.. and I will tell you why..and how this all got started...




Monday, August 6, 2012

You made IT!

If you made it through my first post of an article I found on line about a mother trying to find a place for her autistic son where he can thrive and learn  the basic skills of life and you still want to keep reading....

                                                                                                          WELCOME...

I posted that article because the story is so typical of moms of all races I meet with children who have autism and the frustrations are even more intense for African American moms mainly because most often we do not have the family support, financial resources, nor the information about the signs of autism to have the benefits of early diagnosis and treatments.

On top of that, in the African American community we are usually uninformed about disabilities in general and many times those in our families that are disabled are often ignored or their disabilities are made light of.  He/She is just a "little slow"...

As you can see from the statistics in the first post, Autism is more common than we think and affects more boys than girls, almost two to one. Each year 24,000 children that are born will be diagnosed with Autism.

So if we think of that number in terms of the year my son was diagnosed which was 2003, just 9 years later there have been 216,000 more children diagnosed with autism.

What will happen to these children whom majority of parents have a middle class incomes and cannot afford the services and private schools mentioned in the previous article?

Will they grow up to be able to work, to contribute to Social Security?
I think not.
Yet, funding for Autism research, healthcare and therapies for these children seem to be at the bottom of the priority list for this country.

I decided to name my blog Autism Odyssey because an "Odyssey" is by definition a LONG and EVENTFUL  Journey.
That is EXACTLY what my travels through the Autism puzzle has been for me A LOONG and Very Event FILLED Journey....

I am hoping that by sharing some of my personal stories, my high and lows, I will help someone else along their own Autism Odyssey.

Hope you are ready for a long and bumpy ride!

Mom on a mission

This article was published on Saturday, October 7, 2006 9:59 PM CDT in News
By Bettina

Editor's Note -- Morning News reporter Bettina Lehovec spent eight months getting to know Amy Burris and her son, Steven. She met with them in their home, attended therapy sessions, watched at school and talked with people who know Steven.
The result is the story of one mother's struggle to come to terms with the future as her autistic child grows.
The story concludes Monday in The Morning News.

FAYETTEVILLE -- Amy Burris sits across the desk from the executive director of the King's Daughters' School Center for Autism in Columbia, Tenn., trying to make sense of the words.
"We don't do fund-raisers here," the woman says with distaste, as if Amy had suggested nude bowling or a wet T-shirt contest. "We accept two sources of income at most."
"Oh, I'll take care of the fund-raising," Amy protests, but the gray-haired matron cuts her off.
"Miss Burris, let me try to explain this to you." The carefully modulated tones of culture shape her voice. Her manicured hands sport an array of gemstones. She wears tailored slacks, a long-sleeved Oxford blouse and a royal purple sweater tied at her breast.
Amy wears a knee-length flowered skirt, a sleeveless blue shirt and sparkly sandals from Old Navy. Her long brown hair is twisted into a bun. She had looked at herself approvingly in the motel room mirror that morning.
"Don't I look motherly?" she had thought with pride.
Now the administrator is stripping that pride away.
"The parents here at the King's Daughters' School Center for Autism, well, they're very committed parents who prepared financially to have children, Miss Burris. They're architects, whose wives are physicians." She tightens the purple sweater with each phrase. "They're certainly not students."
Amy is a graduate student at the University of Arkansas. She's spent her rent money to get to Columbia, with the fevered hope of enrolling her autistic son for even a few months.
"A child with autism has ongoing needs," the executive director explains later. "Some of our children are here for years. A few months' work does not necessarily make a difference."
Charlotte Battles is being truthful, but the words cut Amy's heart like a knife. She tries to align them with the reality of her life -- married at 19, pregnant at 20, a stay-at-home mom thrown into the world of autism advocacy at 24.
The questions come. How do you prepare for an autistic child? How do you deal with the fear that clutches your heart like a fist when you begin to realize something is wrong? How do you accept the chilling diagnosis, the realization that your child has just become a statistic, one of 1.5 million children in the United States with the disorder? How do you plan to parent a child with a complex developmental disability that impacts every area of his life, particularly communication and social interaction?
How do you cope?
Now 34 -- her beloved Steven now 13 -- Amy is reaching out to the private school for help. She's done everything she can on her own. She's worked with Steven for 10 years, ferreting out the latest training techniques. She's pursued each new lead ferociously, confident that this time she'll set Steven free. She's sent him to a series of public schools, fighting to get his needs met in each one.
But adolescence has hit and Steven is still severely autistic. He masturbates three times a day, with none of the social restraints other boys his age understand. Amy's 11-year-old daughter has witnessed the inappropriate behavior. She resents her big brother for the havoc he wreaks in their lives. Amy worries that she's had to grow up too fast. Amy's marriage ended because of stress over Steven, and a subsequent romance ended the same way.
Amy's always sworn she'll never put Steven in an institution, but she's begun to wonder if she can care for him herself. At 5-foot-8 and 140 pounds, Steven is a big boy. He's strong as a linebacker and fast as a hare. His disposition is sweet, his energy level high. He's pacing or moving or into something every waking hour.
Doctors say he has the cognitive level of a 2 1/2-year-old. Like a toddler, he needs 24-hour supervision. Unlike a toddler, chances are he always will.
Hope For the Future
Amy's interview at the prestigious King's Daughters' School in June had started well enough. The trip from Fayetteville had been rife with signs -- portents of an auspicious beginning.
There was the rainbow that lit the sky near her parents' home in Greenwood, south of Fort Smith, where she'd left the children for a few days. There was the 18-wheeler she and friend Andrea Hanson got stuck behind in traffic -- "Stevens Transport" emblazoned on its back. There were the $2 lottery tickets she and Andrea, a speech pathologist in Bentonville, kept winning as they drove through Tennessee. They racked up $38 in winnings by the end of the day, enough for dinner and a drink at an Applebee's in Columbia. There was the name of the motel they stayed in -- the Jamison, Amy's maiden name.
The women ended their day at a roadside carnival, riding a Tilt-A-Whirl in the rain. Soaked to the skin, hair plastered against their faces, they screamed with laughter. Their exuberance touched the sky. They seemed near the end of a difficult journey -- a journey that had begun months before as Amy came to the heart-wrenching decision to seek outside help for her son.
The special education programs in public schools had seemed adequate during Steven's primary years. Once he entered middle school, that changed. Amy felt that the public education system had given up on her son, relegating him to day care rather than trying to teach him new skills.
Debra Wilson, director of special services for the Fayetteville School District, disagrees. Wilson can't comment on any particular child, but she shared general observations.
All children are expected to make academic headway under the No Child Left Behind Act of 2001, Wilson said. The educational goals for an autistic child might include increasing communication, behavior intervention and social skills-building. Functional activities such as doing laundry -- the type of activity Amy sees as rote -- teach needed living skills while increasing communication and compliance with an authority figure.
Steven attended Fayetteville schools from 2003 to 2005. A move placed the family in the Springdale School District last fall.
The specialists who had originally diagnosed Steven's autism had foretold eventual institutionalization. The boy is so severely affected, he'll never be able to function in society, they had said. Yet Amy sees the situation differently. She sees the human being in her son.
She's not ready to give up on the hopes and dreams that have sustained her for 13 long years. With the right training, Steven will blossom, she believes. He'll learn the skills he needs to navigate the world around him. He might never be completely self-sufficient, but he'll have a life -- something beyond being locked in a padded room in an institution. That's the grim scenario Amy carries in her mind about life in one of Arkansas' public institutions, although she's never visited one.
A creative writing teacher years ago had warned Amy of such institutions, in which he had worked, and begged her never to let Steven enter one.
But her alternatives are dwindling.
"Puberty's hitting hard. I don't know what to do all the time anymore," she'd confessed to a friend last spring. "I don't want Steven not to live with me. It breaks my heart to think about it. (But) public schools can't serve him. He needs (specialized) education, training. I know it will make a difference. I don't know to what degree. That's what I want to find out. I just have to know if Steven has a chance."
A private school will give him the concentrated attention he needs to improve, she believes.
'My Dream, Dream School'
Amy had visited the Heart Springs School in Wichita, Kan., last winter, encouraged by the school's expertise in autistic education. Yet the price tag -- $21,000 a month for a child with Steven's extreme needs -- had stopped her in her tracks.
A legal procedure called a due process hearing can force a public school district to pick up some of that cost. If the district isn't providing the special education mandated under the Individuals with Disabilities Education Improvement Act of 2004, it can be held responsible for providing those services at a private school.
Yet proving that a school district isn't meeting a student's needs is an arduous process. Wayne Foster, a special education supervisor for the Springdale School District, put it this way: "We are required to provide a free, appropriate public education for a student with disabilities. We are not required to provide a Cadillac version of (those services)."
An Individualized Educational Program plan -- IEP for short -- spells out the goals for each student. Every IEP is different, tailored to meet individual strengths and weaknesses.
The plan is revised annually by a team that includes the parent or guardian, special ed teacher, regular classroom teacher (if that applies), special service providers such as speech or occupational therapists, a building administrator and a special ed supervisor such as Foster.
Foster is proud of the services his school district offers. Ongoing training for teachers strives to keep them up-to-date. A public school district spends more than $15,000 on a child with severe disabilities, he said. About 10 percent of students in the school district receive special education services of some kind.
Private schools for autism don't exist in Arkansas.
Amy believes it's unethical to play the due process hearing card. She doesn't want to ask the school district to spend many thousands of extra dollars on just one child. So she's hatched the idea of raising Steven's tuition herself, cobbling together the $9,000 monthly fee at the King's Daughters' School from fund-raisers, donations and her own modest income.
She can't contribute much. A graduate student in the University of Arkansas speech language pathology program, she relies on student loans, child support and Steven's disability payments to finance her family's needs. In the evenings, she teaches piano and clarinet lessons in her home to supplement her income. The Medicaid waiver program pays for child care and some therapy equipment.
The waiver program is a state program that disburses federal funds to help disabled individuals receive special services in the community. It costs far less to support a person through the waiver program than to pay for institutionalization. Keith Vire, executive director of the Arkansas Support Network, says a low estimate for institutional care is $85,000 a year. Waiver payments vary, since each is based on an individual contract, but the maximum amount allotted is $58,400 a year.
Steven is one of 3,000 Arkansans who receive the waiver. There are more than 1,000 on a waiting list. The waiver cannot be used to finance private education such as the King's Daughters' School.
Amy arrives at the school with $30,000 in the bank. The money is a gift from a relative who has asked to remain anonymous. Amy hopes to use the money for a down payment or to cover tuition for several months.
"Silly me, I thought that was a significant amount of money," she says later. She has very little in reserve. But she has faith. Her ex-husband's wife has pledged her Avon sales profit to help with tuition. A friend at the Fort Smith Art Center, where Amy used to volunteer, is planning a fund-raising concert in the fall.
The rest will come, Amy is sure. Her belief in Steven is so strong, her hope for him so huge, that she's certain the rest of the world will respond.
"I fell in love with him the first time I felt him kick," she says. "When I held him in my arms and looked into his eyes, I knew I would do anything for him."
The director of development at the King's Daughters' School Center for Autism had greeted Amy and Andrea cordially. She had shown them around the school, fanning the flames of Amy's hope for Steven with every step.
"It was everything I wanted for him," Amy says later. "It was my dream, dream school." Her eyes are bright as she hears about the small number of students, the high teacher-to-student ratio and the streamlined learning plans. She already sees Steven using the visual schedules posted on the walls and bouncing on the bright-colored therapy balls.
"Steven would really like this," she says to Andrea, who is equally impressed.
But the fire dies in the executive director's office. Battles breaks the bad news bluntly. The school won't consider Steven without a year's tuition paid in full.
Amy cries, begging Battles to change her mind. Battles holds firm. She'd be doing Amy a disfavor by encouraging her unrealistic dreams, she says later.
"It's an expensive proposition to have a child at a boarding school, particularly a child with severe behaviors and needs," she will say. "It's almost impossible for working-class families unless they have some help from a school district or other entity."
Amy and Andrea leave the school, driving a short distance before Amy pulls over and bursts into tears. Andrea takes the wheel. Amy sobs all the way to Memphis, where the women stay overnight with a friend.
"I put on a brave face for everybody, but I have been really petrified about what's coming up for Steven," she confides. It looks to her as if her fears will come true.
Coming Monday -- Amy revisits the early years of Steven's struggle with autism and finds a sense of acceptance about his future.
What is autism?
Autism is a brain disorder that often interferes with a person's ability to communicate with and relate to others. The disorder, which is more common in boys, covers a wide range of behaviors and abilities. No two people with autism will have the same symptoms. Some need round-the-clock care, while others are able to function at a high level and can attend school in a regular classroom.
Autism is more common than childhood cancer, cerebral palsy, hearing loss and vision impairment.
The rate of autism has increased in recent years, and while there are many theories why, no one knows for sure. It could be that diagnostic methods, diagnostic categorization, and improved identification of individuals with autism account for the increase.
Common problems and behaviors:
Social skills: People with autism might not interact with others the way most people do, or they might not be interested in other people at all. People with autism might not make eye contact and might just want to be alone. They might have trouble understanding other people's feelings or talking about their own feelings. Children with autism might not like to be held or cuddled, or might cuddle only when they want to. Some people with autism might not seem to notice when other people try to talk to them. Others might be very interested in people, but not know how to talk, play, or relate to them.
Speech, language, and communication: About 40 percent of children with autism do not talk at all. Others have echolalia, which is when they repeat back something that was said to them. People with autism might not understand gestures such as waving goodbye. People with autism might stand too close to the people they are talking to, or might stick with one topic of conversation for too long. Some people with autism can speak well and know a lot of words, but have a hard time listening to what other people say.
Repeated behaviors and routines: People with autism might repeat actions over and over again. They might have trouble if family routines change.
By the numbers
5.7
Number of people in 1,000 with autism in the United States.
24,000
Approximate number of children born each year in the United States who will eventually be diagnosed with autism.
500,000
Estimated number of people 21 years old and younger who have autism.
141,022
Approximate number of children served under the autism classification for special education programs.
Source: Centers for Disease Control and Prevention
Web Watch
Autism Society of America
http://www.autism-society.org/site/PageServer
Center for the Study of Autism
http://www.autism.org/
Centers for Disease Control and Prevention
http://www.cdc.gov/

http://www.nwaonline.net