Friday, July 27, 2012

I am calm

I'm feeling chatty today, and I've just got to share with someone...so let me tell you how things are around here.  Alexa is growing, blooming, blossoming, learning, and just being generally awesome this summer.  There is a caveat however, she is also stubborn as a rock sometimes, and I do mean a rock, somehow she temporarily increases the gravitational field underneath her when she doesn't want to move. 

She started summer camps at Kidspirit this week; she goes in the afternoons from 1-4:30, and Monday and Tuesday were very hard in terms of getting Alexa dressed and moving.  The difficulty of summer is the very flexibility of our schedule, and I fell victim to the allure of not having a specific place to be the whole morning.  Alexa has Where's my Water on her iPad, and she plays that game for hours, and when I start saying "Alexa, it's time to get dressed," she's too intent on playing her game to listen, and furthermore, she senses that I haven't hit the point yet where I'm going to force her to do it, so she ignores me.  I get distracted by whatever it is I'm doing on my computer, and so about every 5 minutes for the next hour I remind her that she needs to get dressed so she can eat breakfast.  After an hour or so of this, I begin to be frustrated and take away the iPad and try to make her move to her room to get dressed.  She gets angry that I took her game away and does her gravity trick, and the real battle begins.  There are time outs, and yelling and arms crossed and heels dug in, and she is finally dressed and eating breakfast about 3 hours after we started.  By the second day of this, I was nearly hysterical, there are at least 5 more weeks of summer, and these are camp days when I have 3.5 hours to myself and if I can't manage this, how will I manage when David goes out of town for a week in August?   After I calm down enough to think clearly, I realize that I can in fact change this.  (Remember Elven's book?  If you haven't read it, you should.  I have no idea how to write his last name properly so forgive me Mr. E)  I remember Elven's suggestion, that blaming the problem on the other person takes away my power to change it.  During the school year we have the same stubbornness about getting dressed, but it's compressed into about 45 minutes because the bus comes at 7:30 so I need to stick to a schedule so Alexa will know what to expect.  I created some schedules in First, Then (another great app-simple visual scheduling) and now, she can play with the talker until 8 am, and then the schedule tells her that it is time to get dressed, then eat breakfast, then get in the van etc.  Some good advice from M, to try not to take it all so personally, and a lot of thought about how Alexa's mood and attitude mirror my own led me to my big revelation this morning.  I need to make it clear to her that I am not the one she is hurting by refusal to get dressed, it's her own time to play that she is using up.  And I need to fully believe that myself.   It's not about Alexa or me "winning" the confrontation, it's her time to play that she's wasting.  This morning I was calm and matter of fact about it.  I pretended that I was bored by the whole thing, having to reset the timer every time she got out of the time out seat.  She was studying my face so intently, as though trying to figure out where red-faced yelling Mom was.

I'm sure that I will forget this again in the future, but today I'm calm.  I'm hoping that by writing it all down I will remember it for a longer period of time. 

The flip side of Alexa's stubbornness is her determination.  She has been practicing kicking the ball all summer, and she is getting so much better, she can now run up to the ball and kick it without stopping, and even has some accuracy.  She's also been practicing dancing, and has been having an outbreak of what we call SAS, sudden arabesque syndrome, she kicked several people in the shins at Da Vinci Days by doing this while waiting in line.  The thing is, she has been practicing her arabesque for a few years now, something that's very challenging for her because of the balance and strength and muscle control it requires.  I'm very proud of her for it.  Many kids would have given up on it long ago, but not Alexa, so I try to remember, the same thing that can turn getting dressed into a three hour battle is what allows her to dance.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Our first parade

Alexa and I participated in the local "anyone can join" parade today.  There was no way I was going to be able to stand around while waiting for the parade to begin, and then walk in it too, so I decided to bring my scooter.  We needed to test the battery before taking it to Disneyland next week anyway since it's been sitting in the storage unit for a few years now. 
We had so much fun.  This is one of the days that I love living in a small town.  Within minutes of arrival, we saw someone we knew.   After talking with them for a few minutes, Alexa saw a little digger that was pulling a trailer in the parade, so we went over to investigate.  After I mentioned that Alexa loved diggers, the owner turned it off and helped her to sit in the seat.  After about 3 seconds she got down to go investigate the digger bucket part (I don't know the correct name for this kind, it was the kind that's as wide as the whole vehicle, and flat on the bottom, maybe it's a loader?)  anyway, she was signing digger, digger and jumping up and down gleefully.  Even when she's not using the talker she communicates very effectively. 
By the time the parade started, we had seen at least 15 people we knew.  We were loaned some shiny bead necklaces for Alexa, because we hadn't planned ahead for this and finally we started walking.  It was quite the exercise in working together, there were a bunch of kids on bikes and scooters, and it was very challenging not to run into anyone with the scooter while trying to see where I was going through Alexa's head.  What was really fun was seeing all the people who turned out to watch this motley collection of people walk through the streets of town.  I felt very much a part of a community, and I felt lucky that this is one of the ways in which Alexa is exceptional.  She loves people, and they love her.  I know that it's possible we will have to leave Corvallis someday when David gets a job somewhere else, and I hope that I remember how important it is to get out there and participate in the community that we live in, even when it seems like work. 
This experience of belonging in our community made me think about when I heard David Pitonyak speak at PIP in April.  You can read about him here.  The theme of his talk at PIP was that people are hardwired to belong, literally.  The human brain experiences and responds to rejection in exactly the same way it responds to a punch in the face.  This talk further crystallized my already growing realization that what Alexa needs to learn in school is not how to be completely independent, but how to give and receive help from others.  None of us is independent in this life.  We all buy food that we didn't grow ourselves, we visit doctors and lawyers, we count on family and friends for emotional support.  I'm not suggesting that we discard academic pursuits, but that it be balanced against the equally important need to belong.
My greatest fear regarding Alexa's future is that she won't have friends and family to support her when David and I are gone.  It may be that Alexa will need more adaptations to allow her to live a full life than that hypothetical "typical" person, but all of that is easy to provide, what isn't easy to teach in a segregated classroom, is how to be a friend.  This is not because I devalue the friendships I enjoy with those who have IDD, but because 99% of the world does not have IDD, and it's very hard to learn how to behave like a 3rd grader when you don't spend time around a bunch of other third graders.  Alexa has always been surrounded by adults who will do the work of conversation for her, so she gravitates toward them, only in the past year has she begun to learn how to ask questions and comment on things with her same age peers.  Alexa has spent 3 years in a segregated classroom, but none of her classmates from that class came to her birthday party, whereas about 10 classmates from second grade were there.   We have been fortunate enough to make a real friend or two (ones not forced by parents) from the grade level classrooms.  One of them told me today that she loves Alexa's uniqueness.   This kind of friendship wouldn't have been possible had Alexa not spent part of her schooldays in the general ed classrooms.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Welcome to Bananas Foster

I decided it was time to put on the big girl pants and start a new blog.  The Boobear Times was fun and is still active if you want to see where we've been, but Alexa is 8 years old as of June 9, 2012, so it's time for something new!
I graduated from Partners in Policymaking yesterday, and if you've been around me for the past 6 months, you'll know what that is.  It's been transformative, and inspiring, and I'll tell you about things I learned and experienced in future posts.  It's a program offered in various places nationwide, and every 2 years in Oregon, so 2014 is your next chance if you are an advocate for a person experiencing disability.
As you may have noticed I've developed a new way of talking.  It's called People First Language, and I'll refer you to Kathie Snow's  website for the details.   I care a lot about language.  This doesn't mean I never make a grammatical error, but I strongly believe that the words we use both shape and reflect the way we think.  I don't believe any of us would like to be referred to solely by our medical conditions, yet it is common to refer to people who have disabilities as a disabled person, special needs child, Life Skills kid, or autistic person.  I have a disability, yet I am not referred to (at least not to my face) as a disabled woman.  I prefer to refer to my daughter as a person with Worster-Drought-Syndrome or a person who experiences cerebral palsy.  Mostly I prefer to refer to her by name unless her disability is crucial to the discussion at hand.  I know that we live in the Twitter and Facebook generation when most people prefer to use as few words as possible, but I still believe that it is appropriate to refer to people, whose personal preferences you aren't familiar with, by the most respectful terms possible.  After you know them better, you can refer to them by whatever terms they use themselves, but until that time, be respectful.  Respect is a big thing at Alexa's school, can you tell?
My goal here is not to make anyone feel bad, after all, until six months ago, I used those words myself.  The term I used then, "special needs child," now makes me cringe.  I know many have you have rejected that term for the same reason I do now, my daughter's needs are not special.  She needs, like all of us, to belong, to communicate, to learn, to love, to be loved, to be needed and depended upon.   The fact that different support sytems are used to allow her to communicate does not make the need to communicate "special."  Do you say you have special needs if you use glasses to read? 
Oops, there I go again, off on a tangent. 
I'm going to stop now and post this before I chicken out!