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BEFORE

BEFORE

As far as I can tell, everyone I have known to come back from the Option Insitute (the home of the Autism Treatment Center of America and the Son-Rise Program) is a changed person. In a great way of course. My husband was no exception. Since I’ve known him, Kevin always has…well…how do I say this…taken the long way to making a decision. This has never been a big deal to me, truly, but he always consulted me…his Dad…his mom…his colleagues…the grocery store clerk…everyone…before he would go forth with a decision about something.

Well, when our little master bathroom toilet blew up and ruined the floor, it couldn’t have come at a worst time, but  the change in Kevin became GLARING! All of a sudden, contractors were in and out of my house…and Kevin didn’t ask me, or anyone else for that matter, what we should do about it. WOW! It was great!!

“TGFI — Thank God for Insurance!” That’s all I have to say!

 

Check out the hollywood light!

Check out the Hollywood lighting!

But the change was apparent with both of us. First of all, they came and tore out everything and replaced it with what I called the “Mack Truck.” It was this huge humidifier that was the loudest thing I’d ever heard. It took four days for it to dry out the floor so we slept on the couch and LazyBoy because it was impossible to sleep anywhere near the bathroom! And let’s face it, having all these people coming in and out of your house and making all kinds of weird, loud noises is the ultimate in inconvenience.

But we took it all in stride. I really wasn’t bothered by any of it. Even having to use the guest bathroom (which only has a bathtub) didn’t phase me! I just kept thinking how great it was to 1) have an extra bathroom and 2) getting the bathroom I wanted when I first moved into the place, but ran out of time, energy and money to make it happen. And, it certainly came at a time when, financially, a new bathroom just wasn’t in the budget…but we saved a ton of money just repainting some things and getting some new pretties at places like IKEA and Marshall’s.
Now that's more like it! TGFI (Thank God for Insurance!)

Ahhhh...much better!

It just hit home to me that happiness really is a choice. We can choose to let things bother or frustrate us or we can choose happiness. This applies to little things like bathrooms or big things like autism. For those of you that want to find a path to happiness, The Option Institute offers much more than Son-Rise. It’s the Option Principles that led Barry (Bears) Neil Kaufman and his wife Samahria to create the Son-Rise Program to begin with.

This is yet another reason I feel that autism has blessed my life…I doubt I would have ever found this personal path to JOY! Certainly not over a toilet!!! S&^%T happens! Hurray! 

Love, Lorna

P.S. Isn’t my little bathroom just beautiful?!?!?!?

Hey Guuuurl!

“Hey Guuuurl.” Ross was looking right at her. “Are you wearing sunglasses?”

Ross goofing it up in the playroom!

Ross goofing it up in the playroom!

“No, these are not sunglasses,” the little girl said with confidence, looking right back at Ross. I waited to see if there would be any more exchange and when there wasn’t and Ross was still looking at her, I added, “She needs her glasses to see, Ross, just like Arthur.”

“Glasses to see.” Ross repeated, almost as if to try the phrase on for size…not because he didn’t understand what I said.

I had NEVER ever heard Ross talk this way to anyone before…certainly not to another child. Before the diagnosis, Ross would completely ignore the other kids. Completely. At his Communicatively Handicapped class I only witnessed him saying “hi.” Never had I witnessed him asking a question of another little person. And it wasn’t even a request, which he mastered a LONG time ago. It was a conversation. A CONVERSATION! Well, it wasn’t a long one, but it was a conversation none the less!

I’ve felt for quite some time that we are on the right path with our Son-Rise Program, not sending Ross back to school, our adjustments in diet and supplements. BUT this was proof positive that WE ARE ON THE RIGHT TRACK!  A miracle.

And then to top it all off, when my friend Sheila (Ross’s Godmother) came over, Ross ran to the door and exclaimed, “Hey, Auntie Sheila!” Then he ran back to me and said, “Hey, Mom, Auntie Sheila is here!” When Sheila pointed out that Elmo was on his butt, he looked down and giggled. Which, of course, made us all giggle. The last time Sheila came to our house, it was before Son-Rise and Ross would take 20 minutes to warm up to anyone who would come over.  (That reminds me, Sheila…you need to come over more often!)

Like I said, I didn’t need proof, but it’s here, every day, every moment. Ross is changing. I’m changing. The “glasses I see the world with” is changing. The world is saying, “Hey Guuuurl! What glasses are you wearing today?”

Just Float

Ross & Kevin at River Cats Game!

Ross & Kevin at River Cats Game! The ultimate in FLEXIBILITY

When I was a little girl, my mother would always try and teach me to float. She somehow had it in her head that no matter what type of swimming situation you found yourself in, you could survive — as long as you could float.

So summer after summer, much to my chagrin, she would interrupt my play time and make me float. Ugh. I don’t ever remember my brothers being subjected to this, but since they are older than I, I’m assuming they had their turn. I’m sure they were happy that it was mine.

I’ve been thinking, lately, that my expertise in floating has infiltrated my life in other ways. “Go with the flow.” “Surrender.” “Go where the tide takes you.” I’ve always been a pretty flexible person, but the universe has been testing my floating skills a lot lately. I mean A LOT! And no matter how dire the situation, I never sink. I somehow always float.

Nothing has tested this ability more than autism. But here are some things that have happened in the last two weeks that, like my mom, interrupted my warm and fuzzy playtime:

  • My master bath toilet blew up and ruined the floor. Nice. BUT…I get a shiny new bathroom, complete with new vanity and flooring!
  • I came down with a little tummy bug. For the sake of my readers, I won’t go into detail with that one.
  • I broke my pinky toe. And no…there is nothing a doctor can do about it.
  • All but one of my Son-Rise volunteers bailed on me this week.
  • I spent countless hours designing and redesigning my new website. Very frustrating at times.
  • We are now officially down to one income this month. When you are used to two, it is PAINFUL.

Even through all of this craziness, I’m floating. So I think my mama had it right all along! Ironically, flexibility is something we are practicing and teaching in our playroom. Kids with autism have an incredibly hard time with it. I try to add something new to whatever we are doing. I’ll put on a hat or I’ll change up the story and see how Ross handles it. The more control over his body, his life, we give him, the more flexible he’s becoming.

But, more importantly, I have to model flexibility if I ever want Ross to know what it is and what it looks like. So — I’m floating.

Moms sure do know what they’re doing, don’t they?!?!

Sooooper ITM (In the Moment)

If I could choose a super hero power, I wouldn’t choose mindreading, or superhuman strength. I wouldn’t even choose shapeshifting or the ability to become invisible. I would choose being IN THE MOMENT. In the moment, every moment, all of the time. If you’ve ever tried to stay “in the moment,” you know how hard it really is.

I have always believed that this is why children have so much energy. As adults, we are always in awe at how much energy kids have. Well…it’s because they are always IN THE MOMENT. They never worry about what so-and-so said OR what they need to do tomorrow. They are constantly present. I find that when I can attain this phenomenon, I, too, have a lot of energy. I’m positive it is because I’m 100% in the moment.

This is something I’ve been working on for over 10 years now. I’m pretty good at it, actually. But, on occasion, I will still feel myself drift away and miss half of the conversation – I’ll miss the moment. I’ll have to pull myself back.

In the playroom with Ross, it is crucial to be in the moment. Ross has this uncanny ability to know when you are not.

Although I’m certain I will always be a work in progress, I will put that SuperITM cape on and do my best to be in the moment…always.

Ross puts the AWE in Autism

“I want a piece of round bread!”

It took Ross about 20 times telling me this before I realized he wanted one of his glazed gluten free donuts. It was as if I were torturing him. So in order for me to stay true to making him eat something halfway healthy (being the good mom that I am), I made him eat a piece of his gluten free bread before I’d give him the prized donut.

After many dramatic, yet small, bites of his bread, I finally gave in and gave him the donut. He instantly charged out of the kitchen in a big grump.

I was nonplussed since this is not a new phenomenon at our house and so I sat back down at the computer desk to organize some paperwork. A few seconds later, a little head peaked around the corner and said, “I love you.

Ross toodled over to me, grabbed my arm, leaned against my shoulder and cuddled with all smiles. I kissed his little head and thought about how far we’ve come. How wonderful. He then looked up at me and announced, “How ’bout we hug the donut?” Yes, Ross, let’s do that! This, of course, made me laugh out loud!

He toodled out of the room and we went about the evening. Bathtime. Storytime. Bedtime.

With Ross sound asleep, I started straightening up and I found the uneaten “round bread” on the coffee table — with all of the glaze sucked off!

Ross really does put the AWE in autism. And don’t think for a second that I didn’t eat the rest of that darn donut!

Believe

“What do you see?” I asked Ross as he was looking through his play telescope and I was holding up two of his bouncy balls.
 
I quickly exclaimed, “Planets! Watch them go ’round and ’round!”
 
The Son-Rise teacher stopped my video. “Why did you answer the question for him, Lorna?”
 
Uhhhhh…I don’t know. I didn’t really know. I thought about it and thought about it and then I realized…I didn’t believe Ross would answer me so I answered it for him. I had been doing that a lot. I never really gave him a chance to ever answer me.
 
Certainly this was going to be something I would work on. PAUSING. Sure enough, if I pause long enough or simply ask Ross again, he answers me! And, of course, that means I get to celebrate it and then Ross has the incentive to answer me faster the next time. This actually works! The techniques I learned at Son-Rise actually WORK! It’s so exciting!
 
So it is the belief that Ross will answer me that helps me help him. This is such a simple concept! I can take it further…if I believe Ross will recover, then I will do everything I need to do to make that happen. I won’t ever stop, because I believe.
 
If I believed everything I’ve read and everything the “experts” have told me, I could probably just give up now. The truth is, nobody, no matter how well intentioned, knows what Ross is capable of. I’m finding my life MUCH MORE FUN to simply believe.
 
It really is the first step. Believe.
 
Whatever it is you want in life, believe you can have it.
 
Whatever it is you want to do, believe you can do it.
 
It is in the “beliefs” where you create your life…

To Stim or Not to Stim…


When Ross was diagnosed with Autism the only thing I knew to do was to read. This is not always the best thing, and, quite honestly, I should not have done it. But I wanted to make it alright, as all mothers want to do.

All of the books described what they called “stims.” It’s short for self-stimulating behavior. You know, like flapping of the hands or rocking back and forth. Ross didn’t do these, so when any of the doctors or therapists asked if he had any stims, I always said no.
 
For reasons I’m not sure of, the folks at Son-Rise call these stims, “isms.” It was not until they defined them for me, that I finally understood it. Isms are anything that Ross does that is repetitive and/or exclusive. Anything. So when I left Massachusetts I realized Ross had a ton of isms. I even recalled his early ones. The ones he did before we had a clue.
 
One hilarious ism was when Ross first began to stand and walk on his own. He would stand there staring off into space or watching television and play with his belly button! We all thought this was too cute, of course. Ross would also just lie on the floor wherever we went and just hang out there, checking everything out. In fact his first few weeks of preschool his teachers would ask me how much sleep Ross was getting at night because they thought he was tired. He just liked the view from the floor, I guess!
 
After I understood that isms were repetitive and/or exclusive, I would watch Ross with a different eye. Even though he would push his cars back and forth he never wanted me to do it with him. Exclusive. And although he loves to have me act out his videos and books with him, he does them over and over and over again. Repetitive.
 
And here’s the deal…we all have isms! Yep! When we are checking our e-mail, surfing the Internet, watching t.v., twirling our hair, daydreaming — we are being exclusive/repetitive. When someone comes along and tries to pull us from our ism, it is a little annoying, but being neurotypical, we can transition. Those with Autism can’t. That’s the difference.
 
While most current “therapies” suggest that these repetitive behaviors are inappropriate and try to extinguish them, Son-Rise has a completely different approach. They feel that kids with Autism ism to somehow take care of themselves. For instance, when they have sensory overload they might check-out by isming. So Son-Rise has you join them!
 
And if you think about it, joining them is the perfect way to tell them some very critical things. Like that you love and accept them for exactly who they are, right in that moment. That you like the things they like. When you join anyone in the things they love, you instantly bond with them. It is no different with these children.
 
And almost magically, eventually the joining builds a bridge. Ross is becoming less and less exclusive right before our eyes and all we’ve done is JOIN HIM!
 
We are learning now how to take it to the next level — building upon the joining and then asking more from Ross, but it all begins with building that trust first. Joining does this.
Think about it, if all anyone ever told you, all day long, was that you needed to change…would you want to be a part of that world??
 
All I know is that I’m learning to LOVE and RESPECT my child as a human being. I want to take that from the playroom and incorporate that in all aspects of my life. LOVE and ACCEPTANCE…what the world would be like if we all were to live like that. Hmmm.
 
Even if Ross never recovers from his Autism, I know I’ll love him and I’ll join him. It gives me so much joy to do so.

Awakenings

Oprah calls them “Aha” moments. Dr. Phil refers to them as “defining” moments. I like to call them AWAKENINGS. I call them that because when I have them, I feel like I have woken up. Like I’ve been sleeping and now I am awake. Wide awake.

When I have an awakening, I can feel it physically. It’s really hard to describe, but it’s almost a tingly type of feeling. It’s as if your soul and your mind and your body are one.

I finally arrived to the Son-Rise Start-Up seminar at 3am after an 18 hour trip. That’s a story for another time. My goal was to learn everything I could to help Ross. I had read Son-Rise The Miracle Continues and Happiness is a Choice. I’d watched the videos and webinars. I couldn’t soak it up fast enough.

Above and beyond learning techniques to deal with Ross’s Autism, I had this distinct feeling that I was going to have an awakening while in Massachusets. It was yet another reason why I felt so strongly about going. I felt like I was getting a handle on my emotional state, but I did not have peace yet with this diagnosis.

Each day was amazing! I was eating up every word of every Son-Rise teacher. I bought every book at the book store. I was learning so much about Autism and about myself. But Wednesday was it. My awakening was about to happen.

We were asked to share with a partner a moment when we felt uncomfortable with our child. My uncomfortable moment was when I would make Ross stop spinning. He rarely does it, but I felt like if I encouraged it, he would do it more and then his autism would be obvious to the world (as if it isn’t already!). The Son-Rise teacher asked if anyone wanted to come up and try to “work” on this. He would ask a series of questions to see if you could work through this uncomfortableness. I practically jumped up and down to be chosen.

The teacher asked me a lot of things, but the one question that mattered the most was, “Before the diagnosis of Autism, what did you think your role of a mother was suppose to be?” I told him it was to teach my child. I had never put this into words before so it was interesting that I answered it so quickly and succinctly.

I realized that THAT was my heartache. For quite some time I believed I couldn’t teach my child and therefore I was not being the mother I set out to be. That was why I felt so disappointed when Ross wouldn’t answer me or talk to me. That is why I felt like this diagnosis…this child…was not what I had wanted.

My awakening was that I now knew, with all of my being, that I could teach this child. Ross was exactly the child I wanted. Exactly. I just didn’t know how to do it…until now. It came to me the next morning while I was walking in the snow. All was quiet…and I felt tingly all over. :)

Serendipity


There are five stages to mourning: denial/isolation, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally, acceptance. When you get the news that your child has autism, you mourn. You mourn the life you thought you were going to have. You mourn the child you thought you were going to raise. You mourn.

Since there is very little room for denial, the first thing that happens is isolation. No matter how many friends know other friends in your situation, you just really don’t want to share yourself with anyone. It’s just way too painful at first. Isolation carries you through that first tidal wave of pain.

So when one of my friends said she had a friend I should talk to, I just said, “Okay,” and left it at that. Several people had “friends” I should talk to. Therapists or other moms, but I just really wasn’t interested. Isolation.

But then my friend forwarded an e-mail from this fellow mommy and what was written was sooo what I was feeling that I felt compelled to contact her — so I did. I e-mailed her. It’s actually amazing to talk to, be with, other parents in this situation. She asked me if I had heard about the Son-Rise Program®. Serendipity.

I had been reading everything I could in the hopes of finding something I could do for Ross. It was starting to look like I would need a special degree in order to help him, and clearly that would take too long, so I was starting to feel really, really helpless. I immediately looked up Son-Rise and — voila — PARENT-RUN PROGRAM. I started to look at everything on the Son-Rise website and knew that this was what I would do to supplement whatever the school district came up with. I had no idea how much it would actually change my life, but I knew I had to go get the training. I just knew. It was serendipity…as it almost always is.

The Amazing Ross


Ross is amazing. He can say his ABC’s backwards without missing a beat. He can count to 100…by 10′s. He hears a song twice and he’ll have it memorized. He’s AMAZING. This particular story is particularly amazing though…

After I heard the words, “he has signs of Autism,” I knew exactly where to start with my reading. Jenny McCarthy. I had seen her all over the media and I knew her book would be the perfect place to start. It would be easy to digest and, besides, she’s the mommy. Not some therapist or doctor.

So I picked up Ross from school and we made our way to the bookstore. With or without a diagnosis of Autism, I knew this little excursion was iffy all by myself. So as soon as we got in there, I went straight to the little computer to look up where exactly I would find this book. When the book first came out it was everywhere, but it had been a while, so I knew I only had a little window of time to look for it.

Ross watched me look it up and I told him, “this is the book we are looking for.” We toodled over the section and we started to look. I looked and looked and looked. No luck. I swear, I still can’t figure out how they organize their books: by author, subject, title??!?!

I was starting to get antsy because I knew that Ross only had maybe two more minutes in him and then he would be off and running…so I turned around and to say something to him and he was sitting on the floor reading a book. I thought, “hmmm, that book looks familiar.” I got a little closer and I took a look at what he was reading, and it was Jenny McCarthy’s, Louder than Words. Ross found it!! I was laughing for days. He found the book for me, now how am I going to get him out of here!

The AMAZING Ross.