<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521</id><updated>2024-10-08T21:35:03.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twingle mami in Autismland</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is about calls, google, therapies, plenty of emotions, lots of spinning in circles, squeals, a house full of toys &amp;amp; 1 messy van. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521.post-2892565059898579805</id><published>2016-11-02T14:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2016-11-02T14:34:37.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of Friends</title><content type='html'>Yesterday in my day job I met a 9 year old boy and his mom. &amp;nbsp;I had a fun conversation with him and learned he loved Math and Science but his favorite was Science. He hated writing, obviously. When he said &quot;obviously&quot; I laughed because my kiddo often tells me the same thing with the same tone of &quot;duh, mom, you&#39;re an idiot.&quot; I shook my head in amusement as he told me his name, same as my kiddo, and went to tell me what services he has, what he likes, what he doesn&#39;t like, how he wants friends. . .Great kid. &amp;nbsp;Involved mom. He&#39;s doing well. &amp;nbsp;But he wants friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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My kiddo wants friends. &amp;nbsp;Lots of my friend&#39;s kids need friends too. &amp;nbsp;I hear it over and over again. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know the solution. I wish I could make it better, I wish I had the solution. I wish I could shake kindness and acceptance from other parents so those parents can teach the same warmth in their kids hearts. Social skills in school are often in a structured environment. And yet our kids, those who struggle with the social nuances, need the help in the unstructured environments the most- at lunch, at recess, in the playgrounds, in after school clubs, in sports, in any of those moments where rules aren&#39;t set in stone and vary. Teaching that skill is hard!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I&#39;ll just keep growing our local autism parenting club and increase our social events, i.e. Lego club, we&#39;re starting up a Family Game night club and a pre-school playdate club because I can control that. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ll keep doing speaking engagements where I speak to other families who are starting in this journey or where I speak to education majors who need to learn the family&#39;s perspective. We&#39;ll increase social skills therapy and a friendship table program at school. Meanwhile I&#39;ll pray and hope that my son meets a kindred spirit, a true friend. Because we all want friends. True friends who get us and accept us just as we are. &amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/2892565059898579805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2016/11/in-search-of-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/2892565059898579805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/2892565059898579805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2016/11/in-search-of-friends.html' title='In Search of Friends'/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521.post-3156410589404936551</id><published>2016-09-18T11:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2016-09-18T11:08:53.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah-Ha moment in Target</title><content type='html'>I screwed up last week and my kiddo struggled with a new activity. I forgot to preview and honestly thought he&#39;d be okay! It didn&#39;t go well and we left after 45 minutes of avoidance and anxiety behaviors.&amp;nbsp; I pushed him too much. &lt;br /&gt;
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This week we unwittingly arrived an hour ahead of time with the only expectation that he do his best and that he willingly enter the building and do his best.&lt;br /&gt;
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We walked around, helped staff set up, previewed expected routine, and then left for the day. Reinforcer was a trip to Target for some silly putty and slime. We went to Target early on a Sunday morning and the store was mostly empty. Those of you in the autism world (parent, caregiver, therapist, teacher, etc) understand that today was progress and a success. The goal is to attend a full class by week 4. Today was week 2. &lt;br /&gt;
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In Target, we had an amazing&amp;nbsp; 5 minute conversation where he gave me a glimpse of what it&#39;s like to live his world. Those conversations and those glimpses are so precious and at times, like today, so heartbreaking as his mom.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kiddo: Mom, it&#39;s really hard for me. Everything is really hard all the time and some times I just don&#39;t like being me. I hate autism sometimes. I don&#39;t understand all the stupid rules and some times I can&#39;t be good!&lt;br /&gt;
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Me: That&#39;s okay to feel. There&#39;s nothing wrong with feeling like that. I don&#39;t like struggling with eating all the time and sometimes I hate my achalasia too. (I&#39;ve got an esophageal autoimmune disease and the kids know.) Remember we do our best. If you make a mistake, you&#39;re not bad. You make a mistake, you say you&#39;re sorry, and&amp;nbsp;do your best next time. I make mistakes too. What happens when I make a mistake with you guys? (He thinks about it but stays calm).&amp;nbsp; I always say I&#39;m sorry after I calm down. I promise to do better next time. I ask for help when I need it. Remember how I ask you guys to remind me that I need a time out? (we&#39;re working on identifying emotions and self regulation needs for everyone). Then we hug it out, right?&amp;nbsp; He grins and says it&#39;s his favorite part. &lt;br /&gt;
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He gave me a hug and we went on to the video game aisle where I watched him play Mario. &lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know if I answered his question or problem right. I hate I can&#39;t fix it. I&#39;m so proud that he was able to articulate what he was feeling and his frustrations. He hasn&#39;t always been able to verbalize emotions and needs. There&#39;s been times when I haven&#39;t understood and he hasn&#39;t been able to communicate. Countless times we have had to leave somewhere with him in a meltdown or shut down mode. I love that he allowed me the opportunity to glimpse into this moment in his world. &lt;br /&gt;
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I know it&#39;s hard for him. I don&#39;t want him to hate his autism. But I recognize that anyone with a disability has days where they&#39;re just tired of that disability and that they do feel like they hate it.&amp;nbsp; I have those days when I hate work! I have days when I hate my own disability. I understand. I also don&#39;t want it to affect his self esteem. So I promised myself to do my best as I navigate parenting. &lt;br /&gt;
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Next week I told him we&#39;re going to stay for class.&amp;nbsp;His reply? &quot;Ok but can we go to the arts and crafts store next week?&quot; I wonder what conversation we&#39;ll have next week between the bargain bins and clearance?&lt;br /&gt;
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The PA Ballet held its 1st Special Needs Clinic recently. In April the Walnut Street Theater is hosting a sensory friendly show free for kids with disabilities. In Philly, the special needs community is very hopeful that it is a sign of things to come in Philly. &amp;nbsp;Making the arts as inclusive as possible, especially to kids, is a wonderful thing! I hope the PA Ballet makes this an annual event, I know they hope to!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;C looked anxious and scared throughout but said she had fun. &amp;nbsp;A had so much fun that I had to carry her to the car afterward. They came home asking to go to the next ballet class! I really appreciate everyone&#39;s hard work into making this day possible. &amp;nbsp;The girls are going to make thank you cards and mail them out to each other their dance teachers. &amp;nbsp;Staff and dancers from the PA Ballet volunteered their time for the clinic and I think a thank you note is something the girls would enjoy making and should learn to send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was hard to tell if they or I were more excited. &amp;nbsp;Of course I took tons of pictures. &amp;nbsp;I may have even been teary eyed. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s nice when something you always hoped they&#39;d be able to do actually happens. &amp;nbsp;Lesson in all this is that sometimes things happen when they&#39;re meant to happen, maybe a bit different than how you&#39;d envisioned. Just keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear JD:&lt;br /&gt;
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Today is your 7th birthday!! I love your birthday, because this day is &lt;i&gt;all about YOU! Wonderful you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I decorated the house and judging by the looks your dad keeps giving me, I may have gone a tad bit overboard for a non party birthday. I hope you love it in the morning. I tried to build you a minecraft super mario world.&lt;br /&gt;
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We always know exactly where we stand with you, its one of your best features. Your dad might say its one of your most exasperating features. As much as I love the brutal honesty that sometimes comes out of you, daddy is right. Some people in the world are not nice or accepting of everyone. Some people are taught to hate and be mean. Some times we can keep some of that truth inside us, thoughts only in our heads or with just family. I hope you find a way to perfectly balance living in an imperfect world and always being yourself. I know that can be hard but you should be proud of yourself, I know I am very proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you grow up and continue discovering that next great discovery or doing another great experiment. Maybe its not a Lego master builder or maybe it is. &amp;nbsp;Maybe its an engineer or architect, a graphic designer, a coder or programmer or maybe a chef. I see such strengths and possibilities in you and they are limitless. If life happens and we have to make adjustments along the way, I know I&#39;ll be okay because you&#39;ll be at times be my encouragement, my inspiration, and as always my baby boy. &amp;nbsp;I know you&#39;ll be okay because you have such strength and determination and with some awesome little sisters as cheer leaders, we HAVE to believe in you! Although I will say I&#39;d prefer that you learned to compromise a little more and hope your sister grows out of that screeching scream. &amp;nbsp;Never ever feel you have to make yourself less for someone in this world. &amp;nbsp;Shine as bright as you can- which means that I want you to be your best but mostly I want you to be happy and kind baby boy.&lt;i&gt; (Yes, I know people can&#39;t actually shine unless they put some shiny lotion on them. Yes, I know you don&#39;t like lotion. No, I didn&#39;t mean you had to put lotion on. I was being silly again. Sorry.)&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;Mommy loves you JD. Just remember that. I love you no matter what. And so does daddy. And so do your twin sissies.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/7235150107319418696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2015/10/happy-7th-birthday-baby-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/7235150107319418696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/7235150107319418696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2015/10/happy-7th-birthday-baby-boy.html' title='Happy 7th Birthday baby boy'/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521.post-8883734288054589944</id><published>2015-07-04T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-07-04T16:00:05.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The kiddo in Wonderland. . .</title><content type='html'>We took the kids to Dutch Wonderland in Lancaster, PA. It wasn&#39;t too crowded.&amp;nbsp;They have an Autism program! Just ask at the ticket booth and they&#39;ll give you a special bracelet. You don&#39;t have to show proof or anything. It&#39;s a &quot;special needs&quot; program so not just autism. No&amp;nbsp;wait in line, go up the exit side and show them the bracelet. &amp;nbsp;Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;
Bring your own food and they have a picnic area where you can eat. Use youtube to show your kid videos of the park to &quot;preview&quot; the day and manage anxiety of the &quot;unknown&quot; and &quot;new&quot;. Wear your swimwear or clothes that dry fast if you plan to get on the water rides.&amp;nbsp;If you plan ahead you can buy discounted tickets at their website or at some grocery stores. If you buy the kids coupon book, there&#39;s a coupon in there. Or pick up a coupon at your local dunkin donuts.&lt;br /&gt;
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We were waiting in line. I told him to show his bracelet and he asked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Me: &quot;Autism perk! You don&#39;t wait in lines when you show that.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Kiddo: &quot;What&#39;s autism &lt;i&gt;mean&lt;/i&gt;?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Me: &quot;It means you&#39;re special.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo: &quot;Because I&#39;m different?&quot; I nodded. He replied quietly: &quot;Different isn&#39;t bad.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He smiled up at me and then got on the ride.&lt;br /&gt;
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You had to lay down on your stomach and hold on to the bars and then you&#39;re caged in as it spins you around in the air. I was mildly terrified. He had the biggest smile and looked utterly relaxed. It was amazing watching him experience the rides all day long. He loved the spinning, the roller coasters, the big super slide. I love this boy so much. I learn so much from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Kiddo: &quot;Were you scared mami?&quot; I nodded and smiled. He grinned, squeezed my hand and said: &quot;It&#39;s okay mami. I still love you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Today is an &lt;i&gt;I Hate day&lt;/i&gt;. I try not to have too many of them. Somedays it gets overwhelming and you either vent or cry. I hate to cry. &amp;nbsp;Let&#39;s add that to my pity party.&lt;br /&gt;
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You know what gets me? &lt;br /&gt;
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Hearing my little girl fall down the steps because her legs got so weak she simply couldn&#39;t keep up and then the bang as her head thudded on the floor, watching the whole side of her face swell and redden from it-- let me tell you that is fear. That is anxiety, stress, and want to cry right along with her flippin fear. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;She&#39;s fine by the way. Thank God for hard heads and carpeted steps.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Watching her temper tantrum because she can&#39;t pronounce a word even though she could pronounce it yesterday, this morning, &amp;nbsp;or even a minute ago. Watching her struggle to find a replacement word.&lt;br /&gt;
Or watching her refuse to speak or to try because she knows its a bad speech day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Watching her run to the nearest trash can or toilet bowl to regurgitate or choke on food because of the low muscle tone. All her quirky anxiety and sensory needs which make it hard for her to fit in with her classmates. That is flipping Apraxia and Hypotonia.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You wouldn&#39;t know her struggles unless you lived with her. Most days she&#39;s this silly, quirky, social, happy, and determined little girl. But I know her struggles, I watch them all. It hurts my heart so much to see that struggle. And so somedays when she&#39;s mastered a pronunciation or running through the playground, I may cry even as she giggles. Because I have been there during all those struggles.&lt;br /&gt;
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I worry about my son. Will he be able to live independently, will he find his &quot;place&quot;, will he be able to &quot;cope&quot; . . .currently he can&#39;t dress himself. I&#39;ll find him humming in his bedroom, building legos, buck naked because he&#39;s become so distracted that he&#39;s forgot to finish dressing. He needs constant prompting and reminders. If the routine changes, as it has this week, he&#39;ll struggle behaviorally. He&#39;ll hit, throw, yell at the tss, at me, the teacher over some minor thing because the schedule change has him so overwhelmed. Somedays its sensory, other days its anxiety, some days its not wanting to do a non preferred activity. And other days I have no idea why. &amp;nbsp;Today I picked him up and he was already triggered, upset over something silly. I had to remind him to take deep breaths, to use his words, to calm down. A promise of an afternoon with the ipad while my poor girls trailed after us close enough that I could grab them if I needed too but far enough away for safety should he begin to hit or throw. We walked to school even though it was pouring rain because the change from being a walker to riding the car loop sometimes sends him into meltdown. So we walked, even though curb side pickup would&#39;ve made more sense today. On Sunday he had a meltdown at Target with my husband. Over playdoh. He was so fixated on getting playdoh that he went into meltdown mode. &amp;nbsp;I can just picture him kicking, screaming, throwing, as my husband carried him to the car. &amp;nbsp;Been there dear Hubby, lots and lots. Yes, that is our reality. And my worry is will he ever be prompt free? Will he be okay without his aide? &amp;nbsp;Who knows. Will it ever be painfree for him to transition from a preferred to non preferred? &amp;nbsp;Who knows. F you Autism. F you anxiety. This is &quot;high functioning autism&quot; and yes I want to make it better fo rmy kid. Who the hell wouldn&#39;t? &lt;br /&gt;
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I know things could be worse, I know it&#39;ll be okay. I don&#39;t need comforting or a band aid to sooth it away. Today I just need to vent. Today I&#39;m feeling sorry for my kids. I&#39;ll be fine. And so will the kids. And now I must run because dinner is late and I&#39;ve got an hour before hubby is home to put this house back into shape. . .</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/7802284457758925562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2015/06/mean-reds-just-like-blues-only-worse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/7802284457758925562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/7802284457758925562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2015/06/mean-reds-just-like-blues-only-worse.html' title='Mean Reds. . .just like the blues only worse'/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521.post-2796817457913610930</id><published>2015-05-28T19:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2015-05-28T19:01:50.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in the Middle</title><content type='html'>This post has been in my head for a while now. &amp;nbsp;I just haven&#39;t had time to write it. The chorus from U2&#39;s &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://youtu.be/Xqrn2q3WCS8&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Stuck In A Moment&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;plays out in my head every time I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Two months ago JD and I rushed to a bi-annual psychological evaluation to continue his 1-1 support. It was with a familiar psychologist but a new place inside one of the oldest mental health hospitals in the country, established in 1813. &amp;nbsp;As we walked through fabulous architecture of the past, I couldn&#39;t help but shudder about the likely ghosts still lingering in that place.&lt;br /&gt;
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The psychologist commented on something and it exactly describes the &quot;problem&quot;. He said: &quot;[&lt;i&gt;H]e&#39;s stuck in the middle. This gap between (autism) kids needing more support and mainstream kids. He&#39;s absolutely in the best (educational) setting, the worry of course is how do you get out of that gap?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Have I lost you?&lt;br /&gt;
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Earlier this month, JD was denied admission for an autistic support therapeutic summer camp. He&#39;s too high functioning for an autism only setting and not high functioning &lt;i&gt;enough&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to be in a typical camp. In a typical camp, the teachers are not equipped or knowledgeable enough to work on social skills, sensory needs, etc. I could raise my ire up and passionately defend my child&#39;s right to a summer camp. But honestly it is not that important.&lt;br /&gt;
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So what do you do when you feel like you don&#39;t fit in? &amp;nbsp;He&#39;s frustrated when in an autistic support setting because he&#39;s not patient or as accepting with his classmates challenges whether it be stimming, communication issues, or just no interest in a mutual subject matter. In a typical setting, he&#39;s often subject to teasing or bullying (that&#39;s a separate issue we&#39;re managing with the school) or the kids just have no patience with JD.&lt;br /&gt;
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Its frustrating to be so close to &quot;fitting in&quot; and closing that gap. I also want to teach him to be patient and tolerant. I am grateful for the progress and maturity JD has demonstrated this year. I&#39;m stuck in this journey as his guide and I worry about his future. But I recognize that for now, the gap, isn&#39;t a bad place to be in. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/2796817457913610930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2015/05/stuck-in-middle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/2796817457913610930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/2796817457913610930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2015/05/stuck-in-middle.html' title='Stuck in the Middle'/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521.post-5424313507769318672</id><published>2015-02-26T17:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2015-02-26T17:57:16.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I am a mommy who is losing her mind. &amp;nbsp;My girls started preschool and I am home alone
most of the day. The silence of these walls resonates in my heart. &amp;nbsp;As I fold Princess blankets and pick up hot
wheels and Lego bits and pieces, I long for a tiny hug or silly giggle from my
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&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;It
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not looking back. I feel like a failure when I drop my son off. Most mornings
it is an honest to goodness wrestling fight to get my boy dressed and out the
door. He hates school. He marches through those school doors with drooping
shoulders, self affirming why he hates school so much under his breath. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Oh but babies if you could see me crying in the car. If
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solemnly walks in. It’s silly I know and yet this is a phase we all go through.
&amp;nbsp;But I wonder, is it worth it? Am I
selfish for pursuing a career? Will they hate me when they’re older. And the
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;It may not seem like it but Summer will be here before we know it.&amp;nbsp; On a day where the high was 1* and a wind
chill of -15 to -20 today seems like a perfect day to think about your Summer
plans. Have you thought about what your kiddo will do in the Summer? (This is
mostly geared towards a child on the spectrum, but can be helpful for any “special
needs” children in Philadelphia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Summer for a kiddo on the spectrum or special needs? &lt;br /&gt;
ESY, Approved MA Summer Camps, Summer Camps eligible for the Madeline Moore
Summer Camp Grant, or Private Pay Camps (Day or Overnight). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;If you have a child with an IEP who you feel may regress and who would benefit
from a review of literacy and math skills, then you should send a written
request to your school Liaison or the special education teacher and request
that your child have ESY (extended school year). Applications are going in now.
This may have been mentioned during last week&#39;s report card/progress monitoring
conferences if you’re in Philadelphia. ESY runs from 7/7/15 thru 8/13/15 at
specific locations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Transportation is available and that should also be
provided. The ESY location may be different than your child&#39;s regular school
year school. If your school has not contacted you about ESY or its not listed
in the IEP, email the school and ask for the form. It requires a
Parent/Guardian signature.&lt;span style=&quot;display: none; mso-hide: all;&quot;&gt; child have
ESY (extended school year). Applications are going in now. This may have been
mentioned during last week&#39;s report card/progress monitoring conferences. ESY
runs from 7/7/15 thru 8/13/15 at specific locations. Transportation is
available and that should also be provided. The ESY location may be different
than your child&#39;s regular school year school. If your school has not contacted
you about ESY or its not listed in the IEP, email the school and ask for the
form. It requires a Parent/Guardian signature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;What if you don&#39;t want to do ESY? &amp;nbsp;What if its in the IEP and you change your mind? &amp;nbsp;Send a written request for an IEP meeting. Remember you have the right to request a meeting at any time. &amp;nbsp;Send it in writing. I like email because with a return receipt I get notification of who read it and when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;Some parents opt to send their children to Summer camp in lieu of ESY.
Others do ESY and summer camp during the weeks that are not covered in ESY.
Some, like we will be, opt not to do ESY at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It all depends on the needs of
your kiddo and what works for your family’s schedule. If you have wrap around,
ask your BSC or TSS what they feel. If you have a good rapor with your school
then ask them. But remember you’re the parent and you get to decide.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;Listing of Summer Camps from the A-List Elwyn Autism Resource Guide. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;Camps &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;Philadelphia Autism Centers of Excellence (PACE) 1-855-ASD-PACE PACE provides
an array of services for children and their families including after school
program. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;Three locations: SPIN – 215-612-7625. Located at 10541 Drummond Rd., 19154 NET
(Northeast Treatment Center) – 855-273-7223. Located at 499 Spring Garden St.,
19123 Child Guidance Resource Center - 267-713-4100. Located at 2901 Island
Ave, 19153 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;(I called SPIN today and here’s what I understood, please
call to confirm details). &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;SPIN STAP (Summer Therapeutic) Program. Accepts MA. If
your child does not currently have a wrap around agency (CBH) then he/she would
need to go through SPIN&#39;s intake and eval process. If your child has a wrap
around agency then you&#39;d just ask that a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854534407950667:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3&quot;&gt;gency
to do an addendum and submit it to CBH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854534407950667:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$1:0&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854534407950667:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$2:0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854534407950667:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$2:0&quot;&gt;Interest/Intake
form needed to start process. An outside TSS isn&#39;t allowed. Ratio is 1-3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;Recreational based. Seems to be geared towards
higher functioning or no behavioral challenges. &lt;br /&gt;
Monday thru Friday 9-3 at SPIN locations depending on your zipcode or as space
allows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;Recreation Department: 215-683-3600 Fairmount Park: 215-683-0200 Free
Library of Philadelphia: 215-686-5372 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;Norcom Community Center &lt;br /&gt;
10980 Norcom Rd 19154 215- 613-1070 &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nccfun.org/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;www.nccfun.org&lt;/a&gt; Inclusive camp for special needs and typical
children ages 5-18. Children&#39;s activities: Laura Fekete 215-698-3060. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;Variety Club Developmental Overnight Camp 2950 Potshop Road, Worcester, PA
19490 610- 584-4366. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Day Camp: For children and youth with disabilities ages 5-21. Program runs
Monday thru Friday throughout the summer. Transportation is available, but
limited to a pick-up point in Northeast Philadelphia and Bucks County. Siblings
are also welcome to attend. Before and aftercare available. FEE* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Overnight Camp: (610) 584-4366. For children and youth with disabilities ages
7-21. Participants stay overnight from Sunday to the next Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vocational Program Jean Merkl 610-584-4366 x1101. For youth with disabilities
ages 14 and up. Program takes place throughout the summer. Participants learn
job skills as they participate in various work-related activities including
landscaping, cooking, office duties, camp store, etc. Space is limited. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;I called Variety and here’s what I wrote down. Please
call to verify information. Variety Club Summer Camp. Located in Worchester,
PA. (By Blue Bell,Skippack etc). They have limited pick up locations in Philly.
She said they do have one in NE Philly. They allow outside tss 1-1 to attend.
They provide 1-1 at an additional cost. Rati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3&quot;&gt;o
is 2:1 staff. Can send the kids for all the weeks or just certain weeks. So if
you want to send them when they&#39;re on break from ESY you can do that too. Or
they have &quot;specialized theme weeks&quot; (one week they may cover fine
motor, sports weeks, community trips, social, etc.) They have after and before
care for extra charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$text0:0:$1:0&quot; /&gt;
&lt;br data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$text0:0:$3:0&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$text0:0:$4:0&quot;&gt;Most
of the children who attend have developmental and physical delays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$text0:0:$5:0&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$text0:0:$6:0&quot;&gt;Day
camp 9-3 M thru F. Ages 5-21 Play/Recreational based&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$text0:0:$7:0&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$text0:0:$8:0&quot;&gt;Overnight
Sun pm drop off- Sat mid morning pick up. Ages 7-21 Play/Recreational based&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$text0:0:$9:0&quot; /&gt;
&lt;br data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$text0:0:$11:0&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$text0:0:$12:0&quot;&gt;Educational
based camps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$text0:0:$13:0&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$text0:0:$14:0&quot;&gt;ESY
oriented for ages 5-21 (math, writing, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$text0:0:$15:0&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$text0:0:$16:0&quot;&gt;Vocational
for ages 14-21 (geared to teach vocational skills and coping)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$text0:0:$17:0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$text0:0:$20:0&quot;&gt;Payment:
MA, Madelyn Moore grant, need based scholarships, payment plans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$text0:0:$23:0&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$text0:0:$24:0&quot;&gt;&lt;a data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$range0:0&quot; href=&quot;http://www.varietyphila.org/club-camp&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$range0:0&quot; href=&quot;http://www.varietyphila.org/club-camp&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://www.varietyphila.org/club-camp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$1:0&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$2:0&quot;&gt;Phone:
(215) 735-0803 Toll Free: (800) 553-7806&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$3:0&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$4:0&quot;&gt;Sam
Haslit Etc. 230&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509117953196:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$4:0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;Carousel House Special Needs Day Camp &lt;a href=&quot;http://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.carouselhousepa.com%2F&amp;amp;h=KAQGNoHJ7&amp;amp;enc=AZMv8x8rl97SMhEov8-Ks9tpXkdVl5r1T5bJZCZ7n9uDAhhN5Zi6gVq2LlcyhBMe4wtX6CBEVlo6IBlQjQ4EYJkcbWmSX1vv6rKw4p-FOloR2ap_bKxXDQ1eMabLawkfvzjQvcx6xVJiCTd5eZ_BPIai&amp;amp;s=1&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;www.carouselhousepa.com&lt;/a&gt; 215-685-0160/61/62 A 2-week camp
for kids with disabilities ages 6-25.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Belmont Avenue and North Concourse in Fairmount Park.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;Madeline Moore Summer Camp Grant &lt;a href=&quot;http://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fdbhids.org%2Fsummercamp&amp;amp;h=JAQF0JGfT&amp;amp;enc=AZOxEHRHNbDiU7AOynAxbZOLyBIp6LzLooRFk5Szsmr1fvOIorFk-w4aq8QCrxytAUaooG8JqPJUVSrsGecdXrDRJX25uZfH7zj8CtRedSTq71E0hI2xgYp733_t3pIcR66zPOuXGxwOCxXadp2912So&amp;amp;s=1&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://dbhids.org/summercamp&lt;/a&gt; 215-685-4737 ONLY for children
who are receiving CBH services. Provides up to $400/ year for camp available
through CBH. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;Dragonfly Forest &lt;a href=&quot;http://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.dragonflyforest.org%2F&amp;amp;h=0AQFBjn4L&amp;amp;enc=AZNFNHJdSt1rrzFkaXleFdVs7Qwp3zzjYcgGMpoKvG_fw9vF4PFDKEBPIbZjD51Z0tRreN4p9KOX1DeRBCeWFAMKZjN9AjVOJuuVBNleOIbUtCg2uMNVBXYxrmFvF06yidgdw_8REuKyGg7nlxhbLhgj&amp;amp;s=1&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;www.dragonflyforest.org&lt;/a&gt; 610-298-1820 FREE-Limited
space-register early! Residential overnight camp for ages 7-14, in Westown, PA
(Chester County). MA accepted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;YMCA &lt;a href=&quot;http://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.philaymca.org%2F&amp;amp;h=NAQFX-V0W&amp;amp;enc=AZMJJCCO-Xms11jiKlCiEaBDEDHe7X0-c4uExgiNx7r7lC8tRHl9t8FCejxDxdKk7vFuarZVXmbJ6zW714--cVeayWKobBTaslsMea8EEBfAxIopjPurV1rfoA5DU9HThDog4sFqYoLIUIvNujlUrjrL&amp;amp;s=1&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://www.philaymca.org/&lt;/a&gt; Columbia North:1400 N. Broad St.
19121, 215-235-6440 Roxborough:7201 Ridge Ave 19128215-482-3900 Christian
St:1724 Christian St. 19146, 215-735-5800 West Philly:5120 Chestnut St. 19139, 215-476-2700
Northeast Family: 11088 Knights Rd., 19154, 215-632-1484 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;I called a couple of Y’s today. Here’s the info, please
call to verify. YMCA Summer Camp Abington and Ambler have &quot;special
needs&quot; camps. The NE Knights Rd location does not. I did not call the
other Philly locations so I don&#39;t personally know if those do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;TSS is always
welcome but the Y can not provide a 1-1 aide. Full me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854502227953885:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854502227953885:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$0:0&quot;&gt;mbership
and program membership prices vary. Financial aid is offered on a need base
only and is limited. See Y for more information on how to apply. The Y also
accepts CCIS funding. Specific locations may or may not be Madelyn moore grant
eligible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854502227953885:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854502227953885:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$0:0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854502227953885:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854502227953885:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$0:0&quot;&gt;It is a weekly basis camp, meaning you can send your child to ESY and
then send them to Y camp for the weeks they are off ESY. Registration has
started. For the special needs camp 1:4 staff ratio. Ages 5-16. Play based. It
is not educational or life skills based. All other camps staffing ration varies
by age. 1:8 ration for 6-7 and it increases by age etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;St. Joseph’s University Kinney Center for Autism 5600 City Avenue 19131
610-660-2170 A low cost summer camp for kids with Autism that fills up by
January! You can get on their email list so you don’t miss this opportunity.
Get information and apply online at &lt;a href=&quot;http://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.kinney.sju.edu%2F&amp;amp;h=kAQHMLgUl&amp;amp;enc=AZP8HYKVJcnzmoZyFxnxvb10ypwaap-p3IibCFlF6HjZ3p5Lsie7h26iGt122sP0tRRbOwSE2XcpWV14p-XiwC2c2J96WZPJXvmIFrJzjPYXNqSoGinQa9BIb4EFyLT8qpH7tIv0F7L6qIF1Da7oyRQ9&amp;amp;s=1&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;www.kinney.sju.edu&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;West Phila. Parents of Autistic Children Located at 6050 Market St. Contact
Roberta Bellamy 267-231-4120 or 215-472-2764 orwestphilapacs@gmail.com &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;Quest Theraputic Summer Camps &lt;a href=&quot;http://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.questcamps.com%2F&amp;amp;h=aAQFuBUmN&amp;amp;enc=AZM1tMOD5cFagciEkEDsje07WOwIHHv7dWl15iTq3eBPH047qvJrlTxpUoQ1XhDK6pSapScYIFpewrhsvotKAV6hYBpguKd3EK0WOL85lM5ix9Mls1m5tHQai-DwJ6yM7sTCcMrsoJZTLKiS6XGxyS3L&amp;amp;s=1&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;www.questcamps.com&lt;/a&gt; Ages 5-18. 1-800-313-9733. Fee*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;Pegasus Therapeutic Programs- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509931286448:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$range0:0&quot; href=&quot;http://www.pegasusridingacademy.com/our-programs/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://www.pegasusridingacademy.com/our-programs/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509931286448:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$1:0&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-reactid=&quot;.3.1:3:1:$comment854490497955058_854509931286448:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$2:0&quot;&gt;Summer
Camp $240 for 6 weeks. 4 times a week, 30 min classes. 4 students per class.
Need based scholarships available on website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;What is the Madeline Moore Summer Camp Grant?
And how do you apply for it? It is on a first come, first serve basis.&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;Please
note the amount decreased this year. Up to $400 awarded this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;A Philadelphia
child between the ages 6-17 who either has a mental health diagnosis Axis 1 or
who has a school based beha&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;vior plan. See the link below for more critieria. Usually a child on the
spectrum who receives CBH services qualifies.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;If you currently have a mental health agency for
your child- (CBH, Foundations, Clarity, etc) contact your main contact (a
coordinator, your BSC, etc) and tell them you want to apply for this grant.
They should be familiar with its name. You can not personally apply for this
grant. Your mental health (tss/bsc agency) has to apply for it. Usually through
an addendum to your current CBH authorization hours/program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;Not all summer camps accept funding from this
grant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;textexposedshow&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dbhids.us/summercamp&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3b5998;&quot;&gt;http://www.dbhids.us/summercamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;uficommentbody&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;&quot;&gt;I
was just reading an article on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thinkinclusive.us/the-best-inclusive-education-links-100-links-to-the-best-inclusion-related-articles-videos-and-media-on-the-web/?utm_content=buffer41a95&amp;amp;utm_medium=social&amp;amp;utm_source=facebook.com&amp;amp;utm_campaign=buffer#sthash.RlB4VdGR.dpbs&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;inclusion&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and thought of my friend Simon.&amp;nbsp; Behind every kid or adult who is included and
a part of the community there is a family supporting and advocating. In this case a super mom who
advocated passionately for her beloved son.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;&quot;&gt;In
high school I met Simon who was amazingly intelligent, funny, smiling eyes, and
above all great kindness.&amp;nbsp; He was also nonverbal,
wheelchair bound, and vision impaired. I would usually bump into him by the
elevator. He went on to study at Temple University,
where we again bumped into each other from time to time as we hustled to our
classes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;&quot;&gt;I would love to say I was a great friend to Simon. I wish in hindsight that I would have been a great friend to
him. I wish I was still in contact with him. I
think of him often and rather miss bumping into him. I admire his strength and
his perseverance greatly. I am sure he had his bad days when he cursed his disability
and the many challenges he faced. I am equally sure that he is still embracing
life and living it. He is a great guy and his mom and those who helped him
along the way did an amazing job of ensuring he lived “inclusively” and I was
blessed to spend some time as his “community.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;&quot;&gt;My
Christmas wish for all of you is that you too be a part of an inclusive
community whether you be a parent, family, friend, or advocate.&amp;nbsp; Never stop advocating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I leave you all with one of my favorite&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JU1k8s2yMqY&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Christmas songs&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and hope you all have a great holiday with your loved ones.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/176259369006185801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/12/christmas-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/176259369006185801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/176259369006185801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/12/christmas-wish.html' title='Christmas Wish'/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGltYZ5TW4npcEEzDwnlkcnk5ptIIX15Od2rCtkfkSXSqFG8DbsBT4-GzqekUIB8S86XEpL9owJSr2ommszfdSwOOr73XgE6vldVzurc1G0gNLaPQr3RYYb1vADQoxjzAD0wHHuKe2ekzC/s72-c/christmas+2014+blog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521.post-8519030766302618225</id><published>2014-12-19T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2014-12-19T12:33:08.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brush it off. . .</title><content type='html'>Today is the holiday show at my son&#39;s school. His class has been practicing their 2 songs and its been tough for my son. Maybe its the diagnosis, maybe he&#39;s just stubborn, Whatevs. I discussed it with school and they agreed not to force him. He&#39;s been joining the autistic support classroom whenever it gets too much for him. Ironically they don&#39;t want to exclude him and I&#39;m wishing they would. LOL. Life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I purposely did not tell the grandparents because I know my son. I debated on whether or not to go.&lt;br /&gt;One of my girls loved the show. The other one drove me nuts and got her thrills that way. Kindergarten kids comes out, nope not my kiddo. Where was my kiddo? &amp;nbsp;Watching Rudolph in his class. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m not angry. I was a little &quot;woes is me&quot; watching the autistic support classrooms and then the kindergarteners perform. It was bittersweet. It hurt. My eyes teared up. And then I came home and whined to my hubby. Poor guy. Stuck at work listening to my poor us moment. My kiddo would&#39;ve looked adorable in his Christmas Lego shirt. But ya know he was probably more thrilled with watching tv in school.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Autism changed the path I expected to take. Sometimes it sucks to be hit with the reality that our path is different. It is what it is, and that&#39;s okay. C&#39;mon repeat it. Doesn&#39;t that approach make it easier?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So what if he didnt want to do the show. Would&#39;ve been nice, sure. But is it necessary? Will it define him later on? No. There will be plenty of things that JD or the girls will chose not to be a part of. And as they get older maybe they&#39;ll one day do the holiday show or actually participate in ballet class. Who knows! But it&#39;s going to be their choice and I&#39;m not going to cry because I always dreamed or expected things to be different. I can waste time, tears, and energy over &quot;what could&#39;ve been&quot; or I can live in the moment and not miss 1 single second of their childhood. Once you let go of &quot;expectations&quot; and of the &quot;shoulds&quot; amazing things happen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Personally, I&#39;m glad and amazed that he went to school out of uniform. I really think he didn&#39;t even notice what I dressed him in this morning.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I am struggling lately to find hope. Last Tuesday my son had a rotten
day. He just lost it in a rage and fear miasma of a meltdown. The emotional
explosive child lasted until about Sunday. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Nothing seemingly physical other than a cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I am scared of the unknown, of what’s around the corner, of what&#39;s next. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I’m scared it’s perhaps a mental health issue
or an unnoticed seizure like we had last Christmas? Is it just simply that the
honeymoon period is over for kindergarten? I have no certainties with autism. That
is perhaps the scariest thing as a mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Yes I have consulted with our BSC, TSS, special education
teacher, his regular teacher, the school psychologist, our own child
psychologist, maybe even the magic 8 ball, the list is exhausting. Yes perhaps we
need a new functional behavior assessment now that he’s used to the routine of
school etc. Yes perhaps he needs an observation to see if the TSS is effective.
Yes, I’m sure we could consider medication. But pardon me for wanting to
exhaust all other options before I dope up my kid when he’s 6. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes maybe it&#39;s a gut issue. &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I’ll keep praying and hoping. Yes, Yes, Yes alright already!! When we reach a point where we can either cry or laugh, sometimes we laugh at the insanity, at what is our life, of the platitudes we are told. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I know everyone means well and in some way it’s appreciated.
Offering trite expressions meant to convey sympathy or comfort—you have to take
a step back and consider our reality. The reality of daily life as the mother
of a child with autism is that there is no certainty and we are so beat down by
fighting for all of their legal rights and privileges, struggling to reach our
child, and pushing them to progress and succeed despite their many challenges--
we are exhausted and almost stripped of hope and good will. Most days I think I
suck so badly as a mother that I find myself crying in the shower. I cringe
everyday at school pick up. I hold my breath each time I check my inbox praying
I don’t have an email from school. I consider psychiatric medication for myself
just to get him to school in a good mood and to get homework completed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Haven’t you heard if you have a child with special needs be
it autism or apraxia or pick your disability, it’s always somehow the mom’s
fault. Guess what, I already blame myself. I am helpless to adequately help my
child. It doesn’t get much worse than that.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;I see my child hurting, hugging or praying isn’t making it any easier
or better for him. Instead just ask us what we need, tell us you’ll pray for
us, that you believe and have hope. Don’t you know most of us parents are
struggling with our own miasma of emotions? Not a day goes by that I don’t cry.
I wish I could make my son feel good about himself. I wish I could make his day
easier for him. I wish I could take this challenge away from him. I wish I had answers. I wish I was a better mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;If anyone knows WTF
is causing the protests, refusals, the yelling and screaming and escalated
meltdown and tantrums while in class and at home when doing a writing lesson
can you please let me know? If anyone knows WTF is going on and how to reach my kid, can ya raise your hand and let me know? But if you just want to tell me it’s my fault, and
then don’t bother. Got that covered. If you tell me&amp;nbsp;to continue to pray and that it&#39;ll get better, I might cry or laugh. Depends on the day. My response might be like &lt;a href=&quot;http://youtu.be/pbI6qTih2TI&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Jack&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Don&#39;t take it personal. Sometimes when we&#39;re tired of crying we laugh, because that&#39;s all we have left, so we just &lt;a href=&quot;http://youtu.be/OduySn9iSLM&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;smile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/439806009669492279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/12/finding-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/439806009669492279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/439806009669492279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/12/finding-hope.html' title='Finding Hope'/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521.post-7198177662480474893</id><published>2014-11-17T17:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2014-11-17T17:34:36.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to share. . .</title><content type='html'>As my son&amp;nbsp;gets older I struggle with how much to share on this medium.&amp;nbsp;It&#39;s not about protecting folks from reading about the nitty gritty of Autism. It&#39;s about protecting my son&#39;s self image and autonomy. One day he&#39;s going to be reading a lot of stuff about his disability and I don&#39;t want him to ever feel shame or embarrassment as he reads my posts, should he care to do so.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;It is normal to want to shield your child from being viewed in a less than perfect light. As his mother, it is a struggle between advocating for his needs, portraying an accurate view of his challenges so others can be helped or help, and protecting him. So for a bit now I haven&#39;t written. Mostly because I&#39;ve had this unfinished post sitting there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am incredibly proud of him and how he continues to rise to his daily challenges and changing needs. He amazes me daily. Yes he&amp;nbsp;constantly makes me want to pull his or my hair out while laughing at the absurdity that at times has become of my life. But the reality is that our household is a bit different. For example, he has night terrors pretty regularly.&amp;nbsp;When he&#39;s throwing up at midnight, I&#39;m battling with a screeching 50 lbs of terrified kid who&#39;s still stuck in a night terror. I must sound like the words meanest mom when I&#39;m screaming at him to &quot;wake the hell up&quot; only to be heard over his screaming that&#39;s waking the dead.&amp;nbsp;Or any other moment that seemingly should not sound like someone is being abused or killed but that for whatever reason in our house becomes a production. &lt;strong&gt;Seriously, I would not want to be my neighbor. Some days I don&#39;t want to be ME! And most days I want life to be easier. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want others reading new or old to autismland, to know (1) you are not alone, (2) keep going, don&#39;t give up (3) ask for help when you need it because this life isn&#39;t easy. (4) i&#39;m learning too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not always post the raw truth of some of the challenges that we&#39;ve overcome or live with. Sometimes its because it&#39;s too deeply emotional and personal and I just can&#39;t write it down. Other times I just want to be positive or ignore the rough spots. And most times, I just don&#39;t want to burn the sausage I&#39;m cooking. Hubby if you&#39;re reading this, I may have burnt the sausage a bit because I was umm busy writing. Sorry. Just eat around the charred parts. I have lots of blog posts and things I want to write about, finding the time to write them is the challenge. Those twin threenagers keep me busy. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/7198177662480474893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/11/what-to-share.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/7198177662480474893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/7198177662480474893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/11/what-to-share.html' title='What to share. . .'/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521.post-3153709180365018998</id><published>2014-11-17T16:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2014-11-17T16:55:57.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s not always Autism. </title><content type='html'>My kindergartner is doing well in math, science, and music. He&#39;s struggling with writing (fine motor/vestibular issue) and reading. Unfortunately my kid is incredibly stubborn and once presented with a challenge or struggle most of the time he deems it worthless and simply refuses to do it. Overcoming that mindset is &lt;em&gt;pull out your hair I need a drink worthy.&lt;/em&gt; We need to find some way to make him understand that&amp;nbsp;he has to finish assignments&amp;nbsp;even when its something he doesn&#39;t like or that he struggles with. &lt;br /&gt;
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He&#39;s been acting out and struggling with completing his tasks in school. Classic avoidance behaviors. Age appropriate behaviors. I&#39;m being told that this is AUTISM and something to be handled by his IEP or functional behavior plan.&amp;nbsp;The special education teacher sent me an email to let me know what&#39;s been going on. I appreciate it. I of course replied with some&amp;nbsp;suggestions. But I also walked away from the email until I thought about it. I wanted to say: &lt;br /&gt;
(1)&amp;nbsp;have you discussed anger management techniques with the kid who name calls the classroom teacher? &lt;br /&gt;
(2) Have you discussed a behavior plan with the kid who clings to the door frame in an effort to stay with his mom every morning? (separation anxiety, extreme). &lt;br /&gt;
(3) Have you discussed positive behavior visuals and time outs with the kids who seem to thrive on being rude or punkish while standing in line every morning?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Oh that&#39;s right, they don&#39;t have a diagnosis and so you can&#39;t blame it on Autism with them huh? So I guess all those behaviors are perfectly normal. It&#39;s just my kid, the only 1 with the diagnosis in his class which is the abnormal one right? &lt;br /&gt;
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So of course let&#39;s consult his behaviorist, let&#39;s send me emails which I debate over an hour to reply to, let&#39;s implement a sticker chart and appropriate &quot;reward incentive program&quot; for him. But I&#39;m still saying it&#39;s not Autism. This is just a stubborn 6 year old behavior. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: blue;&quot;&gt;For the record, I have no beef with how they&#39;re handling it. I appreciate being asked and included. I appreciate their willingness to truly make it an individual education plan. I&#39;m just annoyed at the system and process in place. In other words, it&#39;s not you dear teacher, its me looking at the big picture. Don&#39;t take it personal. It&#39;s just an autism mom annoyed that her kid is getting singled out and its all a big production of let&#39;s follow the iep review process while the other kids who likewise don&#39;t want to do the work don&#39;t get singled out and its looked at just normal behavior. It annoys me. Its personal for me dear teacher. You have my heart for 6.5 hours each day and most of it is a challenge for him. And I feel he has to somehow prove he&#39;s well behaved all the time to earn his &quot;sticker&quot; while other kids can misbehave and that&#39;s okay. And society wonders why kids with ieps grow up with self esteem issues later on in life. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/3153709180365018998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/11/its-not-always-autism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/3153709180365018998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/3153709180365018998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/11/its-not-always-autism.html' title='It&#39;s not always Autism. '/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521.post-2012451982930005182</id><published>2014-10-15T12:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2014-10-15T12:43:10.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs you&#39;re maybe a Mommy</title><content type='html'>10. Right now there&#39;s a diaper, kids underwear, wipes, a hot wheel, a girls hair tie, a crayon, and a candy in your purse somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;
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9. You will step on a noisy painful toy at 2 am in the morning no matter how careful you think you are being.&lt;br /&gt;
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8. You will never leave the house on time ever again. &lt;br /&gt;
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7. After 2 kids, they all become a generic &quot;you&quot; or &quot;kid&quot;. They&#39;re all misbehaving somehow right?&lt;br /&gt;
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6. You can&#39;t remember what you were saying. What?&lt;br /&gt;
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5. You dry yourself off with a &quot;shark&quot; hooded towel after a quick shower. &lt;br /&gt;
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4. Your voicemail has a closer relationship to those few that still call you regularly than they do you. Most people have forgotten the sound of your voice over a phone.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. You can NEVER EVER hide. The tiny dictators will find you. You will never have the bathroom to yourself- again. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. You bathe, eat, and exercise at weird times throughout the day whenever the opportunity arises.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. You&#39;re serving a life sentence and it&#39;s both awesome and awful depending on the week, day, hour, or second. &lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/2012451982930005182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/10/signs-youre-maybe-mommy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/2012451982930005182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/2012451982930005182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/10/signs-youre-maybe-mommy.html' title='Signs you&#39;re maybe a Mommy'/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521.post-2830143979982976743</id><published>2014-10-14T21:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2014-10-14T21:41:52.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The 6th Birthday Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I&#39;ve written my son a letter every year on his birthday. This year I&#39;m posting it on my blog. One day he will get to read them. Perhaps when he&#39;s older,&amp;nbsp;when he becomes a father, or maybe when I&#39;ve died. I hope he knows these 3 things remain constant throughout the years that have passed and&amp;nbsp;those to come: I love him, I&#39;m proud of him, and he will always be my baby. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dear Buddy Boy:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today you turned 6. The morning did not start off too well. You were 20 minutes late to school. We had 2 time outs before we left the house. Boy were you cranky.&amp;nbsp;We rushed down the block in sweatpants and a polo shirt because your dress pants weren&#39;t clean. Mommy&#39;s fault. I crossed my&amp;nbsp;fingers and hoped&amp;nbsp;the rest of the day went better for you. &lt;br /&gt;
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It did!&amp;nbsp;At the end of the day you rushed out of those doors right to me, grinning, giggling, wearing this ridiculous birthday crown and birthday stickers. The utter joy that is you all bundled into that smile and exploded out of the glint in your eyes. Oh the love I feel for you! There aren&#39;t words to express or fully explain. It is just love, simply put. Huge and encompassing all that I am and&amp;nbsp;all I ever want to be. &lt;br /&gt;
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I became a mother 6 years ago today. It was a role that I had always feared and yet desperately wanted. For close to 9 months I was poked and prodded in places better left unnamed. My a$$ was purple throughout most of the time you were summersaulting in my uterus. That week in the hospital I would unwrap you and just look at your toes, your fingers, your eyes. Just you and me, and you were utterly my son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I forgive you for calling me stupid and world&#39;s worst mami this morning. You&#39;re just like your daddy, making me laugh even when I&#39;m mad at you. Te quiero baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mami</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/2830143979982976743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/10/the-6th-birthday-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/2830143979982976743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/2830143979982976743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/10/the-6th-birthday-letter.html' title='The 6th Birthday Letter'/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521.post-3614485288576164408</id><published>2014-10-08T14:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2014-10-08T14:21:34.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing well, no Awesome. </title><content type='html'>The kiddos school has a big brother/big sister program for reading. They pair up the kindergarteners with a 5th grade class to help teach them reading etc. My kiddo hadn&#39;t been paired with someone until today because we wanted to give him a couple of weeks to get used to the routine of changing classrooms and the expected activity.&amp;nbsp; &lt;div&gt;
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His BSC and TSS were there. He didn&#39;t need them.&amp;nbsp;JD was able to stay on task and was engaged through out the whole activity.&amp;nbsp; His BSC texted me about it because this is such a big deal. I must admit I got teary eyed. I am so incredibly proud of him everyday but more so on days he overcomes his disability.&lt;/div&gt;
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Too often we focus on the challenges and the barriers that inhibit their inclusion into neuro typical peer activities. We tend to focus on the negatives because they are what we&#39;re tackling next. But I want to take time off today to celebrate the positives.&lt;/div&gt;
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What&#39;s going well in my 5 year old&#39;s &lt;a href=&quot;http://youtu.be/dlULz0QN_7E?t=1s&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;world&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;He&#39;s so bleeping present and engaged with everything.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He&#39;s using self affirmations to deal with the anxiety and rules. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He&#39;s using words to express his feelings without prompts.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He&#39;s excelling academically.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He&#39;s adjusting so well to a new everything at school- staff, environment, new TSS (1-1 aide), new rules etc.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He&#39;s playing nicely in the playground with classmates.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He&#39;s phenomenal at building legos. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Plus he remains an excellent hugger. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;And he&#39;s a bit (a lot) of a smarta$$.&amp;nbsp; (&lt;em&gt;he&#39;s our kid, of course he is&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;
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I&#39;m so incredibly blessed to have a 5 year old boy who is just the love of my life. He&#39;s simply&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://youtu.be/g55SloahAj0&quot;&gt;Awesome&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and a bit of a smart a#$$. If I could bottle up that incredible emotion and sell it, I&#39;d be a billionaire. I write this not to gush about my kid (well maybe an insy bitsy bit) but also to give you hope. This has not happened overnight. But we&#39;ve also given him time to be a little boy. We have to remember they are people 1st. They are not just their &quot;label&quot;. &lt;div&gt;
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We&#39;ve screwed up some, maybe lots. But we&#39;ve never been scared to try something no matter how crazy it sounded- we did dietary interventions, vitamin supplements,&amp;nbsp;detoxed baths (Epsom salt, salt, vinegar, oils). People were like &quot;&lt;em&gt;ya&#39;ll are cray cray&lt;/em&gt;&quot; and we&#39;d be like &quot;&lt;em&gt;nah, nah, nah,&amp;nbsp;sticks and stones.&quot; &lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;But to us, to not question and blindly accept no cure, nothing to be done as fact seems crazy. &amp;nbsp;So if you think or hear about say sock monkey therapy and it seems to help, we&#39;ll probably give it a try too. Because (mostly me), I&#39;m a bit crazy in love with my kids and desperate to try anything to get them to overcome their challenges.&amp;nbsp; If I give up then I let the negative win and I know he&#39;s capable of anything. He just needs time to shine and extra support. &lt;/div&gt;
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So in summary, my kid is doing well. And I&#39;m so freakin proud. I&#39;d probably throw a party if I wasn&#39;t so exhausted. &lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/3614485288576164408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/10/doing-well-no-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/3614485288576164408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/3614485288576164408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/10/doing-well-no-awesome.html' title='Doing well, no Awesome. '/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521.post-3346477618917867146</id><published>2014-10-05T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2014-10-05T10:02:40.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This week in review</title><content type='html'>This is kiddo&#39;s first full week of school.&amp;nbsp;He also had his 1st &quot;tantrum&quot; / &quot;mini meltdown&quot;.&amp;nbsp;We were waiting for them- on pins and needles really. We knew they would happen. And that&#39;s the tough part of inclusion. Because you know they&#39;re going to have a mini meltdown or tantrum and you know there will be kicking/screaming/crying what have you&#39;s and you know the typical peers will observe. And maybe they&#39;ll go home and tell their parents and well then you&amp;nbsp;want to protect him from the gossipy judgy parents. &lt;br /&gt;
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Personally I could give a sh*t, I&#39;m not one to give a crap what people think and I have no time for BS. Judgy gossipy people suck especially when you&#39;ve got a kiddo who can feel their criticism and who just wants to be liked. When kids call him a &quot;weirdo&quot; in the playground or wherever we&#39;re at, my medusa snake hair gets unsettled and only the thought that they&#39;re kids keeps them safe from my wrath but they definitely get the &quot;&lt;em&gt;you are not a kind person&lt;/em&gt;&quot; look and their parents get the &lt;em&gt;&quot;WTF kind of parent are you that you don&#39;t correct it? How can you be teaching or allowing intolerance? Get off your butts, put the damn cell phones down and be&amp;nbsp; f*king parent!&quot; &lt;/em&gt;look. I can&#39;t stand lazy parenting.&lt;br /&gt;
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F*ck it, he&#39;s going to have a meltdown, yes he has autism, get over it. Your kid isn&#39;t perfect either Ms. I have a texting addiction on my new 1 inch bigger phone. &lt;em&gt;Don&#39;t you know size doesn&#39;t matter?&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s how you use it sister? &lt;/em&gt;But he&#39;s got killer social skills, he knows the proper back and forth of a conversation, he knows good social behaviors vs bad. And he will one day understand that not everyone is nice and that hopefully won&#39;t change who he is or make him as sarcastic and porcupiney as his mommy. My job is to teach him how to be a good person and to teach him coping skills with this crazya$$ world that thinks common core math makes any damn sense and in this world where building a damn fenced wall around borders is helping in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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His teachers provided feedback on how he&#39;s doing, while nice to hear, it didn&#39;t surprise me. That&#39;s just who he is:&lt;br /&gt;
A&amp;nbsp;child from the autistic support classroom was pulled in for the learning activities and was having a difficult time transitioning. Anxiety. My kiddo stepped up, said: &quot;it&#39;s okay to be upset.&quot; and he then modeled the correct behavior and proceeded to show his classmate how to do the activity. See that didn&#39;t surprise me. &lt;em&gt;That&#39;s my kiddo, that&#39;s who he is.&lt;/em&gt; Underneath the hyper impulsive child, is a kid who loves to help and laugh. But it surprised his special ed teacher and his 1-1 aide. I wish other parents would take time to see him for who he is. I wish they would see beyond his disability. And my life long challenge and commitment-- is to scream inclusion until they get it, until inclusion is the &quot;norm&quot;. Until my kid is the &quot;norm&quot; and the judgy biotches shut their damn mouths. &lt;br /&gt;
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#endrant</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/3346477618917867146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/10/this-week-in-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/3346477618917867146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/3346477618917867146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/10/this-week-in-review.html' title='This week in review'/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521.post-4184729489489942599</id><published>2014-09-27T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2014-09-27T22:32:00.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting</title><content type='html'>The hardest part of parenting is not knowing if you&#39;re doing it right. Or how badly you&#39;re screwing it up.&amp;nbsp; If only I could look into the future and see how it would all turn out.&amp;nbsp;The unknown is scary as a parent. My daily prayer is &quot;Please God don&#39;t let me F- this up too much.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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It hurts to see your kiddo struggle. It hurts to see him unable to control his body and bring it back under control. Nothing has hurt me worse than when my little 5 year old boy described how much he felt his body was &quot;broken&quot; because he couldn&#39;t stop himself from making bad choices (misbehave) or his impulsive behaviors. &lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t want to&amp;nbsp;romanticize my emotions but really it floored me and it hurt so much because its partly my fault. Yes, its my fault that at times I suck at being a mom. Times when I can&#39;t control my own impulsive behavior and when I should remove myself for a time out-- those times when I&#39;m so frustrated that I&amp;nbsp;end up screaming and throwing my own temper tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;
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We ended up discussing &quot;No David!&quot;&amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp;David Shannon.&amp;nbsp;He loves that book and really it&#39;s a great way to discuss&amp;nbsp;how we&#39;re really just loving them even when it seems that all we do is yell at them. We cuddled and group hugged and he went on his day. But it has remained on my mind. A day latter and I&#39;m still shook up about how he&#39;s feeling about himself. I wonder should I take him to the psychologist to discuss or if I should work on ways to build his self esteem.&amp;nbsp;So many ways to doubt yourself as a parent and the worry can drive you nuts. &lt;br /&gt;
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This parenting shit ain&#39;t for the light hearted or those who only think they want to be parents. And I&#39;d like to think that those of us who second guess or who worry are the ones who are striving to be better parents and better people. But maybe that&#39;s just how I fool myself into thinking that I&#39;m doing okay.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/4184729489489942599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/09/parenting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/4184729489489942599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/4184729489489942599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/09/parenting.html' title='Parenting'/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521.post-6728929712061757501</id><published>2014-09-02T13:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2014-09-02T13:14:05.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundane life and normal is relative.</title><content type='html'>My facebook feed is full of back to school pictures.&amp;nbsp;I&#39;m torn between complaining about this stinking humidity, mourning the end of summer, or worrying about the school year. August is over, our stress free month: free of therapies, free of the endless paper trail left behind 2 main diagnoses. The kids had lots of sleep overs,&amp;nbsp;lots of&amp;nbsp;playgrounds, lunch with the grandmoms,&amp;nbsp;pool time in the backyard, walks, endless&amp;nbsp;free play. August was so much fun. It was almost like having a &quot;normal summer&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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And now, we&#39;re back to the anticlimactic mundane&amp;nbsp;routine. I&#39;m trying to iron out their Fall schedule. Soccer, swimming, dance, and therapies all must be fit in. Thursday nights I need to be at swim and at dance, I&#39;ll have to clone myself and that&#39;s all there is to it. &amp;nbsp;Some other activities that the 5 year asked for are a lego club, baseball, and golf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Golf? Seriously kid?&lt;/em&gt; You cheat at mini&amp;nbsp;golf but you wanna try golf? &lt;br /&gt;
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Oh and the therapies. Sigh. Will there ever come a time when we are therapy free? I am very cognizant of how trivial and mundane these worries may seem. The progress we&#39;ve had-- Wait for it, Extraordinary. (Please read that as if Neil Patrick Harris said it in his Barney from &quot;How I Met Your Mother&quot; voice. But still to some, my worries are trivial. Troubles after all are trivial. And normal is relative. I am glad of the mundane. Each day that I am their mother, I am blessed and I fall a little more in love with these kids. I am amazed by them. Yes, I am raising them, but I am learning more from them than they learn from me. &lt;br /&gt;
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But still, getting back to my mundane subject: I want to figure out this Fall schedule. I&#39;m glad for the mundane. Gladly accepting my mundane life of being a mommy of 3 with all the specials and diagnoses. These 3 are my miracles and although our wonderful summer is over, I&#39;m taking a deep breath and leaping into Fall. here we go again. Let&#39;s hope this is a good school year!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/6728929712061757501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/09/mundane-life-and-normal-is-relative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/6728929712061757501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/6728929712061757501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/09/mundane-life-and-normal-is-relative.html' title='Mundane life and normal is relative.'/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521.post-8903681526211146680</id><published>2014-07-21T23:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2014-07-21T23:18:25.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We need to do better</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago we met an eight year old boy and girl, both with autism and intellectual disabilities/delays at a playground behind a school. We greeted them and their aides. We eventually asked if they would like to play with my twins. Jill didn&#39;t care too much, she was content to sit under the tree. It really was a hot morning. Jack didn&#39;t move from his spot, &lt;i&gt;BUT &lt;/i&gt;he was interested. (Not their actual names, but let&#39;s pretend they are). &lt;br /&gt;
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I asked Jack if wanted to play with my twins, he could go down the slide with the girls and take turns, or he could climb the wall climber and take turns. It would be fun. Don&#39;t ya know he walked over and started to play with my twins? And don&#39;t you know even though Jack never verbalized, he played great with my twins, and they had no problems communicating in the language of Playing Children?&lt;br /&gt;
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The aide turned and said almost flabbergasted- &quot;He never does that, he&#39;s never social.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
Hmm, my thought? &quot;Maybe you need to do better. Maybe you just need to understand his world instead of expecting him to join yours. &lt;i&gt;Maybe we need to do better. Inclusion freaking works! How many more studies must we shove down the throats of this city&#39;s school board until they understand secluding our kids in autistic support classrooms is not the answer!&lt;/i&gt;&quot;&amp;nbsp; But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;
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A little later I asked my twins if they wanted to drink some of my iced tea. It was a hot morning and we&#39;d been there a while. Neither of my girls wanted too. Jack went all Ninja Stealth on me and before I knew it he was standing next to me touching the straw and cup holding my iced tea. Aide was freaking out, &quot;OMG, is he touching your cup, Jack you DON&#39;T DO THAT!&quot; She was screeching and coming over to grab his arm by the end of the sentence. Lady needed a chill pill. I&amp;nbsp; wanted to say: &quot;Lady, I have 3 kiddos, no biggie.&quot; Instead I laughed and quickly calmed her down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to Jack: &quot;Honey, I can&#39;t give you my iced tea because I don&#39;t know your mommy. But maybe next time I&#39;ll get to meet your mommy and I&#39;ll bring you your own iced tea and ask her if I can give it to you. Would that be okay?&quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Jack nodded and motioned for my cup again. &lt;br /&gt;&quot;Jack, are you thirsty? You want some water?&quot; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
Again he nodded or he may have said yes. Either way, verbalizing was pointless because I understood. I turned to his aide and said &quot;there&#39;s a water fountain inside if you want to fill his cup.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Turns out Jack had spilled her water bottle earlier and his aide hadn&#39;t realized he&#39;d probably been trying to tell her that he was thirsty.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I wish more folks would make a better effort to understand and enter an autism child&#39;s world. Why do we always expect and demand that they enter our world? If we hadn&#39;t been there, would that child played? Would he have remained thirsty? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left soon thereafter. The experience has remained on my mind. We need to do better. I don&#39;t know how else to say it. We, as a society, need to do better. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0YDoMRPCtP9MiZ1SHa-bCq5BKeBsLDN8ifnPkEOC8Ep5sN79Pg5l3wduvnu2s-QLZaXhaKJx7fVMiwYydtJ8VOKTSLSXvR9V7bu87KSIIYEDglnmaKJykgW19mNVSsw7iaiqbFY4pR62/s1600/boy+legos.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0YDoMRPCtP9MiZ1SHa-bCq5BKeBsLDN8ifnPkEOC8Ep5sN79Pg5l3wduvnu2s-QLZaXhaKJx7fVMiwYydtJ8VOKTSLSXvR9V7bu87KSIIYEDglnmaKJykgW19mNVSsw7iaiqbFY4pR62/s1600/boy+legos.jpg&quot; height=&quot;133&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&amp;nbsp;screamed at all of them to stop running around. Hysterical giggles and hyperactive behaviors ensued. Frustrated, I grabbed him by the shoulders to stop the chasing and got down to his level and in the heat of the moment said stuff like: &quot;Don&#39;t you understand? Why don&#39;t you listen! She is scared of you. Your sister is scared of you. Stop chasing her. She doesn&#39;t like it!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7C3ME9nqdExbvTcnj2b0Ka6k4syuNZKJ7b-HRFJStDWbjdqpQsByRL2804IA2SSK6k0MWBcKs6emf-0p4lItHGGPkbZQeZvyo7Lj7HFHy1wbdtLpK2u8maOJ8gkP1wksRUsdNIXcWVxKI/s1600/twins+playing.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7C3ME9nqdExbvTcnj2b0Ka6k4syuNZKJ7b-HRFJStDWbjdqpQsByRL2804IA2SSK6k0MWBcKs6emf-0p4lItHGGPkbZQeZvyo7Lj7HFHy1wbdtLpK2u8maOJ8gkP1wksRUsdNIXcWVxKI/s1600/twins+playing.jpg&quot; height=&quot;133&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why is it a big deal for me? I essentially was trying to make him feel shame over his behavior. However, his behavior, his misunderstanding the social cues, are a part of his disability. I should be ashamed of myself for failing to understand his&amp;nbsp;perspective, his &quot;causation&quot;.&amp;nbsp;In that moment, I became one of&amp;nbsp;&quot;those&quot; people whom I hate because they&#39;re selfish and ignorant. Except, I&#39;m not ignorant, I know better, and in my utter exhaustion and frustration, I was mean. &lt;br /&gt;
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The silver lining, he didn&#39;t understand. Later, I apologized to him for my mean voice.&amp;nbsp;At bedtime both hubby and I reinforced the expected behavior of &quot;don&#39;t terrorize&amp;nbsp;your sister, gentle hands, gentle feet.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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That night I stayed up late reading most of the night. Running circles in my head was the sick feeling of my behavior.&amp;nbsp;I am their mom and I know better, I am better, than today&#39;s moment. How do I fix the main issue? One of my girls is scared of her brother and runs away from him because of how often he&amp;nbsp;hurts her, unintentionally, when they play. &amp;nbsp;I hurt for both of them. I&#39;m mommy, why can&#39;t I fix this today? Today we&#39;re working on facilitated social play. We&#39;ve also doing Green, Yellow, Red for behaviors (Thanks Pinterest!). We live and learn. Parenting- its a journey of self discovery.&lt;br /&gt;
Song going through my head as I write this- &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swVoXHVW-jI&quot;&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swVoXHVW-jI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
especially the first lyrics- It should be the parenting motto. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/2563299371795861519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/07/live-and-learn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/2563299371795861519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/2563299371795861519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/07/live-and-learn.html' title='Live and learn'/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0YDoMRPCtP9MiZ1SHa-bCq5BKeBsLDN8ifnPkEOC8Ep5sN79Pg5l3wduvnu2s-QLZaXhaKJx7fVMiwYydtJ8VOKTSLSXvR9V7bu87KSIIYEDglnmaKJykgW19mNVSsw7iaiqbFY4pR62/s72-c/boy+legos.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521.post-4265803461862672205</id><published>2014-06-17T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2014-06-17T18:51:04.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighing, its done!</title><content type='html'>Did you all hear me Sigh yesterday around 2 p.m.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m still not sure if it was relief or anger/frustration. We have a signed IEP for my oldest. For better or worse. I was a sprectrum of emotions through this process. Mostly frustrated and infuriated. But I survived! &lt;div&gt;
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My reflections of this process-- it sucks. Well it does. It makes no sense whatsoever, staff is overwhelmed and understaffed, rushing to be compliant, and providing minimum support in the most convenient way possible.&amp;nbsp;My perception, but there you have it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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His evaluations- rushed, no warning for the parent that they were happening or when, didn&#39;t listen to the parent&#39;s input. At one point I received a call from our TSS to ask: &quot;is it okay for her to evaluate him? And can I share diagnosis, they have the wrong one.&quot; I wonder which one they had? I forgot to ask. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;His Speech evaluation was &quot;yes dear, I know its our day off from school but we&#39;ll just go in for an evaluation.&quot; Sure, all 5 year olds would be cool with that right?&amp;nbsp; HAHA. It went &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; And I do not mean that in a GOOD way. Then she didn&#39;t finish and wanted to score it anyway. She wanted to include our private speech evaluation-- umm it&#39;s well over a year old sweetie. Clearly it would make more sense and be fairer to the child to just finish right?&amp;nbsp; Then she told the school that she&#39;d finished the evaluation and scored it. I was LIVID. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: yellow;&quot;&gt;On the IEP-- Speech evaluation will be completed in Fall 2014 when school resumes after summer break.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;We&#39;ll revisit speech goals and services then. You better believe I&#39;ll follow up.&lt;br /&gt;
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The school psychologist calls me and tells me: &quot;I think regular curriculum with supports is the best option for him, what do you think mom? It was a true joy to meet your son. He&#39;s adorable.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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I nearly fell over. Finally, a good call and a compliment! &lt;/div&gt;
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I harassed the crap out of the school special education liaison.&amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t get a draft or an invitation but hey via email works. &lt;span style=&quot;background-color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&#39;m just saying, the proper process was not followed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well it wasn&#39;t! &lt;br /&gt;
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My issues and concerns with being presented with a summarized evaluation report (or whatever they call it), a Proposed IEP, and a Proposed Functional Behavior Analysis and Behavior Plan:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;How can we be reading a complete evaluation report when the speech portion isn&#39;t complete?&amp;nbsp;Why would I sign off on speech, when again, it&#39;s not complete and these scores are invalid?&lt;/li&gt;
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If you had a proposed IEP draft, it would have been nice to get an advanced copy of it, so that I could email my required changes and additions, thereby avoiding this 1st meeting where nothing got done. Yes, I am the type of mom advocate who requires specific goals in the IEP. I am not the mom who blindly signs and agrees. I know my child, you do not. Therefore, I will advocate. DEAL with it! I don&#39;t give a crap that this annoys you. You don&#39;t have to like me. Yes, that would be ideal, but I&#39;m ok with just professional politeness. I&#39;m not looking for a BFF. I&#39;m looking for a team that can learn to appreciate who he is and how much potential he has.&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I refuse to let you set your expectations LOW for his academic future. If this was YOUR child would you want someone to have LOW expectations for him?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;How can you make a FBA and a behavior plan based on what the summary report says when you&#39;ve yet to MEET my kid? And it had another child&#39;s name on one of the goals. Seriously? Cut and Pasting-- how is that Individual? Our Behavior specialist presented our current FBA and behavior plan and said, we&#39;d like to incorporate this as part of his IEP. &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Bam!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The IEP-- stated that my child Brandon* (that is not my child&#39;s name) requires special education services because he has educational delays. Umm, okay. . .even if you argued that you just wrote the wrong name there, my child is testing somewhere between&amp;nbsp;a 1st grade-3rd grade&amp;nbsp;level depending on the subject. &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Doh!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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In summary, the IEP process SUCKS. It&#39;s ineffective. Staff are so rushed and so overwhelmed that they cut corners such as cut and pasting, and presenting a proposed IEP while evaluations are being conducted, because they have a deadline to meet and they need more staff support. They do, they are drowning. And as a parent, that is truly horrifying. I&#39;m sending my child to them and they are drowning in their work responsibilities. BTW while I stayed professional, I am honest enough to admit that I was a B* &lt;br /&gt;
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As one of my girl friends said laughing at me: &quot;You were a B weren&#39;t you? HA! C&#39;mon you know you were!&quot; Yeah I was.&amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Playlist for surviving this process&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I am Woman &lt;a href=&quot;http://youtu.be/ZBkoJLclZkk&quot;&gt;http://youtu.be/ZBkoJLclZkk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Katy Perry &amp;amp; Jodi DiPiazza &lt;a href=&quot;http://youtu.be/QX-xToQI34I&quot;&gt;http://youtu.be/QX-xToQI34I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I will Survive by Gloria Gaynor&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://youtu.be/ZBR2G-iI3-I&quot;&gt;http://youtu.be/ZBR2G-iI3-I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Everything&#39;s Gonna&amp;nbsp;be Alright by Bob Marley &lt;a href=&quot;http://youtu.be/zmwue6Jq4KA&quot;&gt;http://youtu.be/zmwue6Jq4KA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Rude by Magic! &lt;a href=&quot;http://youtu.be/PIh2xe4jnpk&quot;&gt;http://youtu.be/PIh2xe4jnpk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I Wanna Be Sedated by The Ramones &lt;a href=&quot;http://youtu.be/lQeo3OfuEDM&quot;&gt;http://youtu.be/lQeo3OfuEDM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/4265803461862672205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/06/sighing-its-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/4265803461862672205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/4265803461862672205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/06/sighing-its-done.html' title='Sighing, its done!'/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521.post-6493357544980837509</id><published>2014-06-09T16:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2014-06-09T16:47:28.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Open Letter to Philly Librarians</title><content type='html'>An Open Letter to the Library Staff of Philly&#39;s Public Libraries &amp;amp; the administration:&lt;br /&gt;
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I have 3 children, ages 3,3, and 5. My kids have apraxia, just woke up from a nap syndrome, and autism, respectively. They are children, learning, exploring, and testing boundaries and their independence. Sometimes it is&amp;nbsp;difficult to verbally express their needs. Sometimes its hard for them to self regulate. Sometimes they will respond to their environment in unexpected ways. This is toddlerhood, this is childhood. This has nothing to do with special needs, not really. In fact our experiences during our infrequent visits has much to say about YOU and less to do with my kids challenges.&lt;br /&gt;
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From adults my children expect Politeness: be it tolerance, acceptance, or a polite hello, even a smile would do. They also expect adults to teach them how they should behave by modeling acceptable behavior. Frowning, sighing in exasperation, glaring in&amp;nbsp;vexation, ignoring them, and even telling them rudely that it was &quot;a Library, not a playground&quot; are perhaps not the best way to&amp;nbsp;show my developing children how to behave. Maybe a children&#39;s librarian could try to engage the unruly children in an impromptu story time or pointing them to&amp;nbsp;a crowd favorite book, even engaging them in a silly how are you conversation would be helpful.&amp;nbsp; My expectations are high, I realize. Apparently managing a simple greeting such as eye contact and a smile were to taxing for you. Huh, maybe social skills are challenging for more than just those on the autism spectrum. &lt;br /&gt;
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Were my kids loud? Absolutely, at times they were. The squeals and tantrums of a 3 year old are LOUD in a big quiet room as are the vocal stimming of a 5 year old who is trying to drown out his sister&#39;s protests. I am sure it was&amp;nbsp;exasperating.&amp;nbsp; And yes, believe it or not, I was trying to keep her quiet.&amp;nbsp;I was trying to teach her patience, tolerance, respect for others feelings. Isn&#39;t it ironic that the staff at the library could not be a bit more tolerant and patient with toddlers? Toddlers!! I half expected to be asked to leave with my offending and evil toddlers. &lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps we can also work on timing and to pay attention to social cues, there go those high expectations again. The guard picks that moment when I&#39;m half carrying, half dragging a droopy tantruming 3 year old&amp;nbsp;to come over and shush us. Gee how helpful, thanks!&amp;nbsp;I made no snarky reply, I just ignored him and tried to redirect the other 2.&amp;nbsp;Shouldn&#39;t he have been over by the gate guarding the stale books and outdated videos? He&#39;s in a uniform and I want my children to learn respect for those in a uniform.&amp;nbsp;I am, as I&#39;ve mentioned, teaching by example even when I almost bite off my tongue. &lt;br /&gt;
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Two&amp;nbsp;of my kids were dealing with sensory self regulation issues while their sister screamed and ran away, acting her age. Running away from mom is a favorite game when you are 3. All kids do this. But mine could not stop themselves once they started, it&#39;s like a chain reaction, one starts then the other 2 follow. They could not help themselves, they could not quiet themselves, they tried and were doing their best. They were excited to be in the library and while I wish they had been more quiet about it, they could not in fact do so. Again, they are 3 and&amp;nbsp;5. It is hard to be quiet, they are still learning. &lt;br /&gt;
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Dear snarky children&#39;s librarian when I said, &quot;it&#39;s rather hard for children to stand still and be quiet. Spectrum kids and sensory kids, especially, have a hard time. They are doing their best, please don&#39;t be rude to them.&quot; I was in fact being honest. I was not&amp;nbsp;being &lt;em&gt;that mother with the unruly kids, who lets them run around and doesn&#39;t parent.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Neither was I being &lt;em&gt;that mother who doesn&#39;t recognize that her kids are out of control and need discipline. &lt;/em&gt;I was, however, that mom that was trying to teach TOLERANCE, AWARENESS, and trying to get you to be better at your JOB! I walked away with my kids. What pissed me off was that my 5 year wanted to know why that lady at the library was mean. Uggh. I think my poor bitten tongue has gone numb.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear Philly Librarians-- if there is one of you out there who is truly CHILD FRIENDLY and CHILD AWARE, truly child friendly, please let me know where you are located because we&#39;d like to visit your branch. Dear Free Library of Philadelphia, a little &quot;special needs&quot; training during your professional training day off later this month would perhaps be timely!&lt;br /&gt;
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And THANK YOU to the lady at the check out desk. She was the only one who said hello and smiled, even talked to my kiddos. Thanks, truly, from a tired aggrieved twingle mami who appreciates kind manners.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/6493357544980837509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/06/an-open-letter-to-philly-librarians.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/6493357544980837509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/6493357544980837509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/06/an-open-letter-to-philly-librarians.html' title='An Open Letter to Philly Librarians'/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549595176117383521.post-4687980888465538097</id><published>2014-06-04T15:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2014-06-04T15:02:29.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Squeaky Wheel</title><content type='html'>This week we have an IEP date for my son&#39;s transition to kindergarten. YAY! I have been a PITA. I have. I have emailed, called, and otherwise stalked to ensure we have everything settled by the end of the school year. I don&#39;t want my son to be lost in the shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now things in the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.defendpubliceducation.net/psd-doomsday-budget/&quot;&gt;School District&lt;/a&gt; are not well. There is no budget in place. The district just reached a settlement with parents to avoid &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.philly.com/philly/blogs/school_files/Judge-to-OK-autism-settlement.html&quot;&gt;autism shuffle&lt;/a&gt; &quot;whereby parents will be given prior notice before a child with autism is transferred to a different school. Schools are operating in a no frills, minimal budget. Free charter schools are by lottery and sibling preference and once again they do not have to follow IEPs. Private schools and religions schools-- once again don&#39;t have to follow IEPs. For a child with an IEP-- public school is the best option to have the ability to enforce an IEP and to have legal recourse, should you need it. Some charter schools only have had &quot;autistic support&quot; classrooms for a year or two. Some are only &quot;life skills&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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This transition to Kindergarten is absolutely scary and stressful. IEP is on&amp;nbsp;next Tuesday. Speech evaluation is on Friday. We are pushing for the inclusive classroom and hope we can craft the IEP to truly meet my son&#39;s individual educational needs. Hold your breath, hold on to your seats, this meeting is either going to go very well or it&#39;ll be an educational opportunity for the rest of the team to think out of the box. I&#39;m going to advocate and I&#39;m going to make sure he gets the supports he needs to make progress and learn. Yes, I&#39;m an autism mom, I&#39;m learning how to advocate, and I have no problem being the squeaky wheel. None whatsoever. Deal with it. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/feeds/4687980888465538097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/06/the-squeaky-wheel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/4687980888465538097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4549595176117383521/posts/default/4687980888465538097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinglemami.blogspot.com/2014/06/the-squeaky-wheel.html' title='The Squeaky Wheel'/><author><name>twinglemami in Autismland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09502160504481201668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFxjcCTgQgtOHOsUD7MFbI7rHbd_rU1h4LhDPHd8sn0bru9rEROt5v2jbn7IUk1CoDrwGg8q4R83Eer1Jj6mP8gVVL8c3FI0CHwo0mvoYPF-UWBaHsWaRJ2c_NreDVw/s150/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>