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Puppy Power

Last fall when we were surrounded by the debris of Superstorm Sandy we had power and much of our neighborhood did not. My three children used it as their chance to go into a full press for the puppy they have wanted for quite a long time. We have allergy issues here, but the most recent visit had the allergist say we could handle a dog on the low end of the allergy scale.

Their next hurdle was Peter. At 11, Peter still had a tremendous fear of animals. Live animals are unpredictable, have a definite scent, lick him without permission, and in general test all of Peter’s daily stresses which come with his autistic spectrum disorder. Until he thought he wanted a puppy I was pretty hesitant.

When Charlotte, now 15, is faced with a challenge she arms herself with information. She hit the Internet. Charlotte found breeds we could have safely and story after story about how having your own pet when you have an autistic spectrum disorder helps conquer that fear and many others. She could see me faltering.

Then she pulled out all the stops. She had Kit show some pictures with that little girl pleeeease expression on her face. She got Peter excited about a puppy. She found the Diary of A MomImage posts about how her daughter was terrified but now loves their dog. And then the three started showing me pictures–many, many pictures of adorable puppies.

By the third day of puppies we were filling out an adoption form application because even Peter was sighing about how cute this pup was. As it turns out, the puppy we wanted was already being adopted, but our interviewer had a puppy she was caring for that she thought would be perfect. As the email opened I knew this little dog had to be part of our family and so we began planning.

My husband Bill had to fly to Minnesota to pick up Bambi. The Christmas present would arrive a week or so after Christmas. The weather cooperated and Bill managed to get to Minnesota and back in one day with no flight issues.

Peter admired Bambi from afar. He spent weeks checking her out from one side of the family room gate while Bambi was on the other. He walked behind anyone who touched the puppy with a cannister of Lysol since his concern about dog germs rivaled Lucy Van Pelt. I knew we were making progress when I only needed one Lysol a week. 

Peter adjusted slowly. We would make him watch one show with Bambi in the family room, then hang out for a whole movie. Before I knew it, Peter was asking to have time with Bambi alone while he stretched out on the couch. He would give her treats and clean up her mistakes. I could not believe the progress.

He held her in baby steps too. First he would hold her only if there was a layer between them. Now he lets her stay on his back or lap. He walks with her too.

Peter is also conquering his storm fears because he spends storms worried about Bambi. He tells me she must hear the storms like he does and that means it is VERY loud. He holds her so she isn’t scared.

The Charlotte research was right and now you can add this blog to the proof of puppy power for the next family debating whether they can have a puppy.

Some Little Things

We are having many new visitors to this blog this week. I thought a look back at a couple of stories I wrote in the past would give a flavor of the stories I tell about our family. Autism touches each person individually, but I find that some things are more universal and I hope that our stories help others understand autism a bit better. I also hope they give hope to those that are dealing with autism day to day. Sometimes while we are in the middle of it, it is difficult to see the tremendous progress our children are making.

Here are a couple of stories for today.

http://www.fathersforgood.org/ffg/en/big_four/autism_glimpse.html

http://peekskill.dailyvoice.com/opinion/piece-piece-sharing-spirit-christmas

Bambi as Jimmy

Peter made this video about Bambi on my iPhone. I just found it today. When we first got Bambi, Peter would not even stay in the same room as her. He also used to have a difficult time pretending, so giving Bambi a different name for his movie is a BIG deal. He likes making mini-movies. I think he has a touch of Uncle Jay going on.

Peter’s Bird House: His Vision

Peter is in tech class this quarter. He has already built an airplane. On Friday, he came home with a bird house. Structurally it looks great, but what I love is all the detail he put into the painting of the house. I will include a few of the sides as pictures.

The top is a stormy scene. On one side, there is a picture of Woodstock, the Peanuts character. Peter even included the year of the first copyright for Woodstock. On the other side, he did a picture of the beach. He told me it was the beach we went to this past summer.

The back has Snoopy on top of his house as the Flying Ace. Peter wrote a caption and included the United Artists Syndication date there too (a new fascination of his). The panel with the door says “Happiness is a warm house.” He put a sun around the door hole.

I love how much this house shows about the way Peter thinks and what he can do. Any bird should be happy to move in to this Peanuts/Peter creation.Image

Empathy? Of course.

photo-4I have started and stopped writing a new post several times since the horror in Newtown. The senseless loss of life was too much and then the media started trying to answer the question of why. They jumped immediately on a statement from the brother that the shooter was on the autistic spectrum and they combined that with the concept that the diagnosis pointed to a lack of empathy.

A lack of empathy due to autism? The message boards filled quickly with parents, family and those with autism spectrum disorders disputing the concept. For nearly a decade, I have been telling people that autism is terribly misunderstood. Empathy is just one part of that. Most say that those with autism do not want to be part of the world. When we take the time to work with those with autism, we find out they desperately want to be part of the world, but it is often physically painful and that is why they retreat.

When Peter was little, he would run in and out of a room filled with people over and over again. As he began to talk I discovered that he found the room too loud and needed a break. We were looking at it as him running from everyone rather than Peter trying over and over to run back in and handle the noise. After that, I programmed breaks and stretched out the time a little bit between breaks. Now, he can often stay for most of a party.

Empathy works much the same way. Sometimes when we look at the surface, we may not see it. It is there if we have the empathy to look a little harder. Often, Peter has so much concern he becomes very stressed. When he was little we were in a store and I heard a baby cry several departments away. Peter clapped his hands over his ears and asked, “Did I make the baby cry?” We couldn’t even see the baby, but he was worried that the baby was sad and also quite worried he had made it happen. I told Peter that he had not done anything to upset the baby, but it was nice he was worried. Nowadays, Peter has made it his mission to make crying babies laugh. Peter, who has a hard time meeting new people, will run toward a crying baby to make funny faces. He usually returns proudly saying he helped make the baby stop crying.

As Peter has grown, his empathy has become more recognizable. The week before Christmas he asked his sisters when they were going to pick presents to send to the children in the hospital, which we have done for a couple of years. Charlotte had reminded me already, so when Peter reminded us, we jumped on it. They all went to the website and looked at what the hospital was requesting.

Peter decided he would help a boy since he was a boy. He also decided that since he helped a baby last year, this year he would choose a gift for a pre-schooler. At the end though, he convinced Charlotte that as a group they should also get blankets for a baby because being warm would make a baby happy.

Peter is starting to try to help others in the house as well. On Christmas Eve, I was out early picking up a friend at the airport. When I returned, Peter asked if I had had any breakfast. I said I did not have a chance. He said, “Then I will make you toast.” The next thing I knew I had toast with butter.

I am not sure we will ever know the answer to the why question in Newtown, but let’s hope we can put to rest the question of empathy.

Sandy: Peter made it

I knew quite a bit about Sandy before she got anywhere near the northeast. Peter, my in-house weatherman, was tracking her closely. His vocabulary grows with each storm. “Collide means crash into each other, right Mom?” That question made me think, maybe I better find out more about this Sandy, but I had a hectic week and company visiting from Germany, so I gathered information slowly as Peter offered it.

“Mom, Sandy is going to be rough. She is HUGE.” I asked him when he thought it would hit. “They think Monday. The Germans should be able to fly first.” How did he know I was wondering about that since our friends were flying on Saturday.

“Mom, I think we need a hurricane ready kit.” I asked him what he thought we should have in it. He listed water, batteries, flashlights, our crank radio.” Great, Peter was really getting us ready. Then he got his sisters in on the ready kit. Again, I could push the concern off a bit, we were doing what was needed.

At one point, Peter told me–“a two day hurricane, I don’t think I will last that long.” That day I googled Sandy to get more information–two days, really? Sure enough this storm was looking like it was really headed straight for us and going to be hanging around awhile. I was glad we were getting ready.

By the weekend, I had to give the storm some real attention. When Peter saw me watching the weather, he told me I needed to stop worrying so much about the storm. It was one of those who are you and where is Peter moments? I listened to him right away, telling him I had needed some information, but he was right I did not need to worry. I stopped watching. At another point, he saw me monitoring the early part of the storm and told me that hearing about the storm was making him nervous, so could I stop please.

There were times he was much less rational. He would practically cry why did Sandy have to stay so long or was Sandy ever going to leave. He would ask time and time again if we were going to lose power. In fact, Peter did not like the answer that I was not sure. He told me I am supposed to know everything.

When I told Peter that weather was hard to know, he asked if we could call God and ask him about Sandy. “I wish we could and I had a few other questions on the list too.”

“No, really, Mom, why can’t you predict the weather?” He was terribly frustrated by the whole thing.

My friend Katie suggested a chart to make the time more manageable. We broke the two days into 4-hour intervals with a long interval called overnight. Peter would check each one off and know we were getting through the storm. It helped him see he could make it through. He also watched a few weather reports and asked if Sandy was “raining herself out?”

Throughout the two days he wore earphones with his electronic games or the noise blocking ones, depending on what he was trying to accomplish. He was in sound control. A few storms ago I told him about Dr. Temple Grandin and how she is a lot like him. She doesn’t like noises and she feels things the way he does. I told Peter how she said he needed to be in control of the sounds for the weather to be less nervous. It has really helped. He even said to me “Who is that person like me again? She says I should control the sounds right?”

So weatherman Peter was in as much control as he could be. He had a kit ready. He blocked the sounds. He and Kit even made a weather video at one point.

Peter also listened to the weather people comparing storms. He can name quite a number of the hurricanes by name, location and year. For some of them he even knows what category they were. Peter says “Gloria was a gentle hurricane right Mom? Sandy, she was not gentle. She was really mean.”

Peter essays

Today I came across Peter’s school journal. To get him writing, the book he used gave the lead sentence.

His essays show that you get information from Peter very differently depending on how you help him start.

Take a look at a few. The part in all caps was already written. The rest is Peter’s, including spelling and punctuation.

SWEET DREAMS

TO GET A GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP YOU NEED… to make your eyes closed. Pajas to get you warm. Get in bed. I say my nighttime (I think he missed the word prayers).

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THE LAST MOVIE I SAW THAT I REALLY LIKED WAS…The lorax. It was a great film. It was based on the book by Dr. Seuss. The tiny orange guys name was Lorax. It was so funny.

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STORMY WEATHER

AFTER A RAINSTORM, I SOMETIMES SEE…a rainbow. The sun comes out. The sky gets blue or dark. After a evening thunderstorm I saw the moon.

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When the topic made him think in a specific way about bed, he was very specific. When the other two essays gave him a word like sometimes or stayed open ended about the movies, Peter gave more information. His thoughts did not get boxed in.

This made me think about how I ask him questions and our conversations. I have to try to stay open to give him the chance to do the same. When he was younger I had to stay very focused to get him to talk at all. Now I have to be the one to change to help him grow too.

A librarian?

We are in the processing of reorganizing some things around here. Peter and Kit decided to take on their own project of organizing Peter’s video library. Peter even wrote labels for tapes which no longer had boxes. They used masking tape and put it along the side of each tape. Just that they could get the tape to the right size amazed me.

Kit and Peter arranged the shelves and handled the whole project with no parental involvement. They also stuck with it from beginning to end without being kept on task.

When the project was done they made everyone come view the library. I must say we were impressed and could understand why they were excited.

Peter has always loved categories. When he was little he had very little language, but he would categorize family members. He knew who was Daddy’s family and who was Mommy’s family. He would play the game of naming family members longer than most other games.

He is categorizing his videos based on what channel produced each show. He also knows in what order they were created. Peter told me he watches the end of each show to see the dates of when they were “born.” He is starting to learn Roman numerals so he can figure out those dates too. He does better with those after 2000. The 1990s put an awful lot of letters across the screen.

Now Peter wants to work on organizing the larger media library in the family room. I am also glancing at the library in the living room and thinking we could keep the children busy for weeks if we give them a couple of shelves at a time.

Hopefully he will want to read as he organizes, just like we have watched quite a number of videos this week.

All in his head

We are waiting in the car to pick Charlotte up from dance. Peter and Kit are filling in Peter’s calendar on his tablet. I can not believe how many dates he has in his head. He knows our birthdays, our anniversary date, that Thanksgiving is ALWAYS the fourth Thuraday of the month. He also unfortunately remembers what age we will all be, so his calendar says Peter’s 12th birthday. Mom’s xx birthday. When he put Charley’s in he said “Wow, your daughter is really growing up.” When he put in our anniversary he asked how many years we were married this year. Then he said, “Oh my gosh 21 years next year, you are going to turn into Grandma and Grandpa.” Sigh

Peterism 1

The other night Peter talked with Bill and me for about 90 minutes, 90 minutes straight. At one point, I looked at Bill, who had left the room for a few minutes and said, “He has been going for about 90 minutes now.” Peter looked up and said, “Who me?” And then silence. Silence for almost 5 minutes. I said, “You know, Peter that did not mean you have to stop talking. I was enjoying talking with you.” He said, “Well, I am not done yet.” And then went on to tell me about several more television shows. Apparently, he knows when every show he has seen happened because he reads the copyright at the end. If he can’t remember, he tries to find it on YouTube or Netflix to scroll to the end. Future librarian?