It’s 11:30 am, and Jackson and I have ditched church. On Easter. Sara and the crew probably suspect we are roaming the back halls. We tried that. But Jackson was out of control. So now we’re watching a flock of birds fly over the east Australian current, carrying rumors of a desperate clownfish who “will stop at nothing to find his son.” (Pretty soon they’ll be inside the whale. What a great scene!) Continue reading “Easter with Nemo (Autism & OCD)”
Finding Jackson (when he wanders)
It happened twice this month.
He was there, then he wasn’t. If you’re a parent, you probably know the drop-me-off-a-cliff sinking feeling. I lost my oldest daughter in a MacDonalds Play Place once…
This was different. Continue reading “Finding Jackson (when he wanders)”
Month of breakthroughs: communication trumps autism
A pudgy index finger jabs his chest, then Jackson looks carefully down at his hands as they form a triangle and finally his eyes connect with mine as he rubs his chest signing please. “I want….chips….please.” This phrase thrills me as it falls from Jackson’s lips. It makes me want to stock my pantry with 10 bags of tortilla chips in order to reward this communication! Continue reading “Month of breakthroughs: communication trumps autism”
Success on the Potty!
So…we did the potty party two weekends ago, and after spending over 30 hours in the bathroom, we saw minimal success. We lived in the bathroom: ate lunch in the bathroom, spun a top over 100 times, ate snacks, watched movies, jumped, danced, made obstacle courses, and made up jazzy personalized potty songs, of course, all in the bathroom. Because we have only one bathroom, everyone modeled going on the potty and was rewarded with what was promised Jackson if he would actually do the same. This means everyone got ice cream and got to put on his sister’s coveted blue floral jacket (yes, I even squeezed into it myself). On Friday, I even home schooled my girls in the bathroom. I was determined not to miss that magical “must pee” moment. Continue reading “Success on the Potty!”
Where did he go?
I’ll never forget the day, shortly after Jack turned 2, when I realized Jack was not only “behind” in his development, he was regressing. Words and signs he had used for over a year started disappearing. About the only words we heard were echoed repetitions from Finding Nemo, his favorite DVD.
I lay there next to him one night, waiting for him to fall asleep. As I listened to him hum the same three notes over and over and over, I thought I would go crazy. “Please stop, Jackson!” Tears streamed down my cheeks; I knew there was something seriously wrong with our son. Continue reading “Where did he go?”