Our latest experiment!

It occurred to me today that it might be worth mentioning our latest (somewhat unusual) project.

For a long time now my oldest son, Domink (PDA, ASD, SPD, APD, dyspriaxia, ADHD, misophonia, urgh, and the list goes on but basically simply adds up to 'hypersensitive in all areas of perception' and 'n'th degree human being! Perhaps an evolutionary step?! Who knows, but these young people are coming through loud and clear and telling us that society is breaking down...they can't live in it any more!!! But ask yourself this, is the world they would prefer worse than the status quo?

Woah, massive sidetrack, sorry.

So, yes, Dominik has been asking for a room of his own. Specifically, the front room in our house. Traditionally, the living room I guess.

I have resisted and resisted and have kept telling myself that it would make life far, far worse as he would then have to self regulate his computer usage, his space and his time alone. Massive changes. Big gulp.

So, back in May, I finally agreed, on the proviso that he gave me his months allowance toward the furniture, bed and mattress and that he helped me moving his things into his new room. He agreed and we bought what we needed.

We then came to a hurdle. I did not have anyone who would be able to help me move the big sofa upstairs to what has now become our sitting room/living room/Hannon (and oftentimes, Lily's) bedroom.

I soon bit the bullet (amidst all the nagging from Dominik) at the beginning of June and paid someone. He did a few other jobs that had been depressing me too so overall, I guess it made us all feel much better!

Dominik moved downstairs just over two weeks ago.

The first few days were very rocky!!! I was stupid enough to push my luck and unfortunately, Dominik had a massive meltdown in public, which he hasn't done in an extremely long time.

I'd forgotten what they were like to be honest and I don't miss them one bit!

So, yes, I encouraged him to come out with us on 'moving day', even though he had already struggled to hold it together all morning and had been particularly dictatorial. Sigh, When will I learn?

He really wanted to please me (as a thank you for getting his room done) so he made himself come.

Well, yup, we learnt a valuable lesson at the same moment that day and it has changed our relationship in a big way and for the better. We both now know to be more mindful and to not try to be 'normal' even when it appears to be the right thing to do. We knew we had tried too hard and we failed.

Right moving on. Since that first day, life has changed.

Dominik is spending more time out of his 'room' than ever before! He even sat in our new living room and watched a WHOLE MOVIE with us! Without freaking out and spoiling it for everyone (do your kids who are on the spectrum do that, or is it peculiar to just mine)? He did meltdown as soon as I left to get everyone a drink but, nevertheless, it was a massive improvement.

He is choosing how he spends his time really well. Yes, he is still playing a lot, but it is different now. With the constant threat of it being taken away gone, he is clinging to it far less ferociously.

He will eat with me.
He will come and chat with me in the kitchen.
He came out for TWO picnics over the last week.
He played a game with me!!
He is a godsend when it comes to helping me with Harriet. He is by far the most amazing with her....she always laughs for him! She adores her biggest brother and he her.

Hmmm, he did have a meltdown yesterday though.
He desperately wanted to see 'Minions' and I said yes without hesitating and booked us tickets Thursday and we went Friday.

Well, he lost the plot before we left because we wore minion glasses and Lily went one step further and face painted herself yellow!!!

I thought it was brilliant and encouraged her. Well, Dominik went crazy saying he would be embarrassed and that it was "****ing stupid". He ranted and raved and demanded to be able to punch Lily or else he couldn't go. He was being completely outrageous. He ran off with the car keys at one point!!! How did he get those I hear you ask? Well, I had given them to him so he could go and get in the car first to try to avoid a fight! Yes, that was stupid!!! Hannon even told me so! Hahaahahahah! He insisted he wasn't going and I said fine, my mum was with us, so he could stay with her.

So, I get the keys back from him and he swipes at Lily, I escort her out to the car and belt her into the front seat. Dominik decides he wants to be in the third row (exactly why I need one, DLA, do you hear me) and I put down the seats and get him in sharpish.

Harriet and Hannon get in the middle. We're all set! Deep breath.

As we pull away, Dominik is in floods of tears.
He could not apologise enough.
He was devastated and hyperventilating.
I told him how much I loved him.
Hannon told him that it was ok and that he understood that it was just a part of his Apsergers.
Lily said she forgave him.
I told him it was in the past. That we got it, that we were really proud of him for coming with us, that we knew he could do it and that it was time to go and enjoy the film together.

It was plain sailing from there, with the three big kids behaving impeccably from there until we got back to the car. Harriet was excellent the whole time.
Lily proceeded to fall apart once back at the car.
Hey ho, we talked her down and laughed about how Dominik is more like to freak before we go out, Hannon is most likely to do it while we are out, and Lily, without fail, will do it as soon as we are leaving and she lets her guard down! So strange! I tend to do on the way out and on the way in! Not my best moment and definitely the times when I am most likely to lose my temper and need to take a time out!

So yeah, I think giving him what he wanted is paying off. My house is a happier place.

Lily loves being able to stay with Hannon (and even though he says he hates it, he keeps letting her come back even though I back him 100% if he doesn't want her stay with him).

Hannon loves that I can go and sit with him lots more during the day :-)
He can read for me now too in a quiet, comfortable space, and that is excellent. Massive hurdle jumped. He even read the promise at his Cubs going up ceremony better than the other three boys going up with him. So proud because when he started Beavers he was one of the only ones who did not read at all. Look at what he's done! He read a page to me a few days ago from "Soul Eater" and the only words on the page that he could not read were 'Pharaoh' and 'tornado'.

(NB an article I came across today adds to the idea of self-teaching in general.)

Dominik is so happy now he controls his own space.
He is even putting washing away, emptying his bin and bringing out plates and cups. Having ownership has helped in a big way.
His self-awareness with regard to his meltdown Friday was inspirational. I love him so much. I cannot believe how far he has come.
He was complimented by his hairdresser this week too for being able to sit so still and being so polite.
He has been going to the shop confidently by himself.
He has sworn less.
He has been quieter.
He has been sleeping more.
He has been nicer to live with.

But still, and most importantly, he really is so much happier.

The gamble is paying off ... for the time being at least.

Sending out progressive vibes for you all.

Thanks for reading.

N x

Some cool moments from the past two weeks.

On our way to see 'Minions'.

Lily and Hannon out with their Dad.

Dominik photo bombing me and Harriet!

Screen time & gaming! The eternal conflict!

Here are some of my rambling thoughts from a conversation I was having recently with a friend of mine.

They are about gaming and screen time and the internal (and external) conflict these issues create.

Afternoon!

I do understand your concerns about the amount of time spent in front of a screen.

I guess what I would say, is how much time does an adult spend looking at screens (work, tv, phone, tablet etc) and is it really that different? 

I know for me for example, that it is very little but, you could easily equate a love of screens with a love of books and the amount of time I spend (would spend) with my nose in a book (my passion) would easily match up. I guess books seem benign (although they aren't in terms of impact on your eyes I'm sure)!

I think the optician who said the blue light from screens damages your eyes could well be right, but again, long term studies are thin on the ground (non-existent?) and there could also be many benefits for the eyes. We know that neurologists are discovering gaming benefits for the brain all the time.

Upon being asked for some links:

The only other links I have come across recently have been related to the brain scans of addicts (drug addicts and computer addicts specifically) and they show enlarged 'pleasure centres' in the brains of these individuals (not surprising). 

They do not however seem to know which came first (the enhanced pleasure centre or the addiction) so it is hard to determine causality.

(I have put some links below that cover some of the recent scientific studies)

I guess I'd also like to add that, yes, it does worry me some days how much time my PDA son spends in front of a screen BUT, I try to remember: it is his passion, he is incredibly talented, he wants to make it his career and he continues to learn and improve all the time. Not sure what more I could ask for really? I know that I would love, love, love to have something that I felt that passionate about. 

As to the addictive nature of gaming - who knows!

Just look at anyone who plays any games (including benign games like Candy Crush or Angry Birds) to see that everyone has the potential for excessive use. 

I think the difference for my son, maybe not for everybody, is that he needs the instant gratification, the trophies, the kudos from team mates, the speed of play, the depth of the graphics (better than real life according to him) and he enjoys the incredible attention to detail required to excel in all the different gaming arenas. 

For him, they are *better* than real life. Much of what I have listed he cannot achieve in real life! 

He has never been able to be on a team. 
He has never won a trophy. 
He has never been the best at something. 

It is no wonder the pleasure centre of his brain fires up when he games! 
He is experiencing a lot of pleasure! 

I can only wish that he found that much pleasure in other areas of life, and maybe one day he will (he does sometimes I guess...swimming, the beach, eating out, cinema, visiting good friends, the trampoline, water balloons, water pistols) but until then, I'm going to let him figure it out. 

He has all the relevant information (with regard to his health and the implications for it long-term) and a good idea of what can happen as a result of so much gaming so ultimately, it is his choice. 

As for everyone else, go with what feels right for your family. 
That's all any of us can do in the end. 

Meh, what does it matter...in the long run we all blame our parents for what goes wrong, right!? 

N x

LINKS - 

7 fascinating TED talks on the benefits of gaming

Gamer Brain Reward System

Video Gaming Can Increase Brain Size and Connectivity

Games not addictive says game addiction clinic founder

How video games can affect adolescent brains

Study Finds Action Gamers Are Better Learners

Is your Aspie a born gamer?

Observation without assumption

Sunday we had a visitor.

Ordinarily this would not be blog worthy material but, I mention it (mostly) because she has been such an important part of our journey (and instrumental in furthering my understanding of my children), and also because she is such an inspirational lady.

Her name is Felicity Evans. Yes, I have mentioned her before here in my blog-life, but she certainly deserves another mention today. Her visits are fleeting and far between due to the fact that she still works full-time at Nature Kids whilst also watching over some of those children who have long since left her care and can no longer even be called children!

I open the door to find her laden with bags (as always)! She has a plethora of outdoor toys (shuttle cocks, hula hoops, bats, balls, boomerangs and more), clothes for Harriet and healthy snacks for all (serving to remind me that I must do better in this regard). She never fails to delight us all upon her arrival. She seems to have an  instinct for what we all want/need and I marvel at her intuition.

A visit from Felicity is valuable for me on so many levels. She 'sees' my children for one! Such a revelation. She also never fails to notice just how intricately I manage my household (reminding me that true professionals make whatever it is they are doing look easy). She delights in mine and my children's idiosyncrasies and allows us all to be completely ourselves.

Let's flash to when she drew up for a moment in order to illustrate this better.

I want to paint a picture of what Dominik was doing, literally, as he watched her pull up in her car.

Background -

His little brother broke his television a couple of months ago so, I put a claim to our insurance company and was given the money to replace it. I did this and I 'upgraded' it while I was at it. It is much bigger and has much better picture quality than his old one did.

The picture quality is where the problem has arisen and Dominik is convinced he should have the new television because 'he cares more about the graphics' and his 'PS4 has the ability to make use of those better graphics and the PS3 doesn't'.

Both of these things are indeed true.

However, Dominik was offered a new television at Christmas which he turned down in favour of the PS4. Fair enough. End of discussion as far as I am concerned.

Fast forward to Sunday.

Dominik begins chasing Hannon around the house screaming and swearing at the top of his voice, that he is going to swap the television for his and that is that. We have already been over this dozens of times at this point and Dominik knows that I am NOT going to change my mind. For once, Hannon is going to have something brand new and excellent all for himself.

So, I open my front door as I run past it (baby in arms) trying to intercept Dominik and free Hannon before it turns violent. I scream "Come in!" as I pass. Dominik now has Hannon cornered in the kitchen where he is cowering under the table. Bugger.

I manage to put myself between them for long enough that Hannon can escape back upstairs to sanctuary.

Felicity has come in and as she enters the kitchen. I introduce her to Harriet. Meanwhile, Dominik is still swearing and shouting at me about the television.

I do my best to empathise and console him (this works most of the time) but to no avail. He drops to the floor and crawls under the table. I try to coax him out with promises of pineapple and strawberries and by encouraging him to smile at Harriet, but he is having none of it today. Oh well. I look at Felicity and she beckons me to leave him be, so I do.

We continue our 'Hello's' and within about 3 minutes Dominik has crawled out from under the table (perhps sensing that it is safe to do so?), with his hand covering his face declaring that he doesn't want to see anyone and just wants to be alone. We watch him go.

Felicity then quietly comments on how calmly I handled the situation and, more importantly, she points out how amazingly quickly and well Dominik handled the situation and was able to self-regulate and calm himself down.

She is right. In recent weeks Dominik has been far more capable of regulating himself on lots of levels (although not all as the incident in the woods evidenced). He no longer eats copious amounts of rubbish food, he steps away from the screen when he needs to, he comes out with us far more regularly (provided it is not too far in the car), he showers when he thinks he needs to (this isn't anywhere near as often as I think he needs to, but, well, it's a start) and he knows what actions to take when he feels himself losing control.

What an amazing achievement! Some people arrive at adulthood, with no special needs whatsoever and can't manage to do that.

Thank you Felicity for helping me consciously observe Dominik.

Thanks for reading and please, if you have any thoughts, please do share them in the comments or by email.

Take good care.

N x

It's been four weeks! Time flies when there's a newborn in the house!

So, Harriet Amelia Mae arrived via scheduled c-section (at 39 weeks gestation), on February 20th 2015, at 10.12am weighing in at a super dinky, 6lb 14oz.

We are now four weeks into our new life as a five-some and I have to say, so far so good!

As some of you will remember, I was terrified at the prospect of a c-section, so, I went all Aspie-on-its-arse!

I researched the subject until I was satisfied (read; exhausted/blue in the face) that I had enough tools at my disposal to facilitate a speedy and effective recovery. I simply could not bear the thought of being out of action with my lot for up to six weeks (with no driving) with a new baby in the house too! No way Jose!

So, in case it is useful to anyone, here is what I learned about surgery, c-sections and effective recovery broken down into the various categories. I will try my best not to forget anything because I think I have made an almost miraculous recovery!

Homeopathy

• Arnica
• Aconite
• Bellis Perennis
• Staphisagria

Essential Oils

• Lavender
• Geranium
• Tea Tree Oil

Herbs

• Fenugreek
• Alfalfa

Supplements

• Papaya Enzyme Extract, 
• Serrapeptase
• L-Glutamine
• ProBiotics 
• Chlorella

Vitamins

• Vitamin C
• Iron
• Multivitamin

Meditation

Positive Affirmations

Medical Equipment

• Theraline C-Section Recovery Belt
• Girdle

Food/Nutrition

• Fibre rich
• High protein
• Whole grain
• Fresh
• Organic

Extras!

• Miso instant cup-a-soup
• Nuts, seeds, dried fruit
• Granola Bars
• Green & Black's chocolate
• Peppermint Tea
• Bach Peppermint Rescue Remedy Gum
• Senekot
• Ibuprofen
• Paracetamol
• Something to relieve wind but I can't remember what it was called!
• Placenta Capsules 

I hope that is useful to someone! And as always, please don't hesitate to get in touch if you have any questions.

Here is a picture of my beautiful baby girl at four weeks old. Please excuse her blue mouth...I have been treating her oral thrush with gentian violet 1% and it turns everything bluish/purple!

Thanks for reading, as always,

N x

Thinking about Senses.

Tonight, (Monday 6th October 2014)I was lucky enough to attend an excellent presentation about the sensory issues often faced by children on the Autistic Spectrum. It was delivered by Jo Dorasamy (whose blog can be found here: Family Life with ASD ) from The Avenue (whose website can be found here:The Avenue ). A massive congratulations to Jo for doing a great job.

I think that what I enjoyed most about the evening, was the feeling of recognition I experienced when meeting other parents who live within special needs families. (Non-muggles as my very dear friend Emma D would say). Us ‘non-muggle’ parents seem to share a sense of community that goes beyond words and joins us together at a more intuitive, compassionate level.

Just the thought that there other families out there whose houses are strewn with sensory toys, tools and activities is so comforting! I often try to imagine what the insides of other people’s houses must look like when they have children whose needs are not dissimilar to those of my own children. Well, now I know! Pretty much the same if the ‘props’ supplied by Jo and Sarah for the exhibition are anything to go by!

So, just to mention as few of the things that really stood out for me.

The sitting aids – see-saw chairs, fidget pads, weighted blankets, slanted lap tables and the spectacular spinning egg chair.But think about it, if a child needs this much assistance to simply be comfortable, how on Earth can we ever be anything other than in total awe at what they achieve? The things we take for granted as people with neurotypical senses (well, almost in my case) is astounding to me. Imagine if you could not regulate your spatial awareness? Imagine if simply not being able to sit in a chair ruined your ability to concentrate? The amount we ask from these children is massive and they all deserve a pat on the back for not going stark raving loopy more often!

The hearing aids and the visual aids for hyper sensitivities – ear defenders, sunglasses, hats, hoodies, lava lamps, kaleidoscopes and flashing, hand-held lights. Just brilliant! I know from experience that when the world is too loud and too bright and too fast-moving, the little people fall apart extremely quickly. The sensory overload is so massive that their brains simply cannot filter out the ‘small stuff’ as neurotypical brains can. The stress on the child (in all ways - emotional, sensory, psychological, mental) is overwhelming and more often than not a meltdown will follow this sensory overload. Knowing how to lessen the ‘small stuff’ is the key. Paying attention to how your child reacts to these issues will 100% guarantee a happier child and subsequently, a happier family life.

The importance of having a full sensory assessment by a trained Occupational Therapist was also a key theme to the evening. Like Jo, I too paid for a private, comprehensive assessment for Dominik (who has pretty much all of the sensory difficulties you could describe) and it was worth its weight in gold. Being able to understand why he was so very clumsy and why he did not get dizzy not matter how long he span around for and being able to finally understand why he could not tolerate a noisy shopping centre or swimming pool turned our lives around. I cannot recommend an assessment highly enough. Life will improve exponentially once the sensory issues are unravelled.

For us, having the OT assessment, (and now having a firm understanding of Sensory Processing Disorder), meant that my daughter, who is now 5, experienced a kinder, more understanding and far less demanding mother with much more realistic expectations of what she would be able to tolerate than Dominik ever did. Unlike her older brother, who was literally dragged kicking and screaming sometimes around a busy town centre or into a supermarket, she has never had to experience any of that. I saw the signs in her behaviour as soon as I understood what I was looking at. I was able to guide and explain to her what steps we could take to make things easier before we even attempted an outing somewhere that would be challenging. I had a hat. I had sunglasses. I had lots of juice and snacks. I was prepared for the fact that I may need to carry her so I never planned to buy much on any given trip! Her life was better because of my new found knowledge.

It is easy with hindsight, of course it is, but, once you have the knowledge you must use it and you must not beat yourself up because you didn't know about it before. I am a firm believer in the philosophy that everything happens at the right time and that life unfurls as it is meant to (even if does not feel that way). I apply that philosophy here too. I can wish I had known earlier what made Dominik so very hard to manage, but I didn't. Meh. There is nothing I can do about it now.

Except to say, that now I can rest easy  because once I knew better, I did better. And so will you. J

I am certain that Jo, with her personal, touching and informative presentation tonight has helped many, many families to finally understand some of what is going with those they love and wish they could help so much. This month, Sensory Awareness Month, at The Avenue in Biggleswade, will change people’s lives for the better.

Kudos to you all (as Dominik would say)!

N x