Little Rock Versus Brick

lorinheller's picture

During the previous visit to see Dr. Bryna Siegel, 30-year autism expert extraordinaire, I broke down in tears.

That was 1.5 years ago, when the kids were almost 3. She told me in no uncertain terms that my son's moderate level autism meant that he, like 90% of kids at his level, would never be independent. I asked if he would ever marry. She firmly said, "No".

From that experience, we came to a couple of conclusions. 1) We will prepare for the worst case scenario while pushing our kids to reach the best potential possible whatever that may be, living day-by-day, and not hoping for a specific end result. 2) The goal would be happiness for the kids on THEIR terms, not ours. Dr. Siegel indicated that even high-functioning people with autism often aren't interested in romantic relationships. Fine.

Dr. Siegel is very smart, but she doesn't pull punches, and the experience, while valuable, was like being hit with a brick.

So, with that in mind, we took the kids for their updated evaluation with Siegel on September 23rd. I brought my aunt, Susan Nathanson. Susan is a former speech pathologist who denied for a long time that the twins had developmental disabilities at all, because when she had worked with people with the diagnosis, it was at the time when only the more severe cases were being diagnosed.

I asked Susan to attend for two reasons: One, with my mother (Susan's sister) passed on, Susan is the closest thing to a maternal figure I have, and I knew I would need her emotional support. Two, although Susan had already come around to accepting the kids' diagnoses by this time, I still felt she (and we) would benefit by having her on hand to listen to the information directly from the expert, and to hear that person's point of view.

So, to summarize, this is what we got out of the meeting: 1) Siegel said that the findings of Santa Teresa Kaiser were - well, she used nicer words, but - crap. She was a 30-year expert and they were novices. In fact, the person who had started the Kaiser program was one of Siegel's students, but she isn't there anymore. Kaiser had updated Nora's diagnosis to Aspergers. Siegel said that Nora had nothing LIKE Aspergers and said it was still PDD-NOS. Kaiser had also said it was still too early to determine if David had any MR accompanying his Autism. Siegel dismissed this as well, saying that David probably had mild retardation. (This was something I'd been preparing for, but still hurt a bit.) She said that at almost 5 years old chronologicaly, the kids' developmental ages are 2-3 years for David and 3-4 years for Nora. Although the teachers had projected that Nora might be able to mainstream in kindergarten with an aide, Siegel thinks that BOTH Nora and David should have 50% special ed, 50% mainstream in K. (This was the hardest news for my wife, who was excited about Nora's mainstreaming, but will do what's right for the kids.)

Siegel once again projected what we might expect David's adult life to look like. (I did probe for this, so its not like she volunteered without me asking.) She said that David could end up living in a group residence with 4-5 others with similar issues, all having a superving staff. She says that anybody coming in and seeing them wouldn't necessarily see the difference between these guys and typical dorm roommates. She said that David will probably never speak in three paragraph sentences and will not likely initiate conversation. Conversation may be like this: Us: So, what'd you do today. David: We went to a ball game. Us: Who won? David: The Giants. Short, terse conversation, but conversation nonetheless.

Afterwards, I had only heard the negatives. I was walking out muttering, "She never says anything good." Both my aunt and my mother-in-law said, "That's not what we heard." They were right. Siegel said lots of good things. She said that both kids had progressed since she last saw them. And the thing that she said that I've been holding onto ever since - "There's no reason for them both not to have full and happy lives." And that's really the main thing we want. Anything else is bonus.

Susan, having previously disliked Dr. Siegel from my description, now has a lot of liking and respect for her. The fact that Siegel was able to calm my daughter down with ease when Nora was going through a hysteria attack helped impress. I think having Susan there was everything that I hoped it would be. Both in support and understanding. And realizing that I was only hearing negatives has made us decide that we ALWAYS have to have a third party when going to the Siegel meetings. The other person who isn't QUITE as close to the situation will be able to see the WHOLE picture, not just the painful parts.

So, all in all, it wasn't a brick to the face this time. Just a small rock.

I'm still struggling though. When they tantrum (like any kid), when they zone out, when they seem to have SO much difficulty moving forward, I'm struggling not to despair.

And yet, they do move forward. Nora in her language, in her socialization. She is making progress.

So is David, often in unexpected and strange ways. He doesn't use a fork. But the other day, he used chopsticks to spear his food and bring it to his mouth. The other day when he misbehaved, my wife was clearly unhappy with him. He suddenly said, "Mommy is mad!" He usually asks for juice by saying "Apple juice, please". When we weren't quick enough in responding, he brought his cup over and said, "Fill up with applie juice!" He wasn't catching a ball I was trying to throw at him, but he'd slap it back toward me while laughing.

There is progress. It is just...so...hard.

It is so hard. I decided to

Sara's picture

It is so hard.
I decided to wash the carpets with the fancy washer after a toilet training accident (was planning on doing it soon but the decision was made for me).
I took the rug outside to do it and so make sure not to have that awful square around where bits don't get done...
So anyway had just finished when son pours chocmilk nearly 1 litre onto freshly cleaned carpet. While fixing this he went outside and poured buckets from fish pond onto freshly cleaned rug. Then my daughter comes up and says can we go to the pool now. Well I sat down and cried. Some days are disaster managment but others are pure joy. Right now they are being Ferrets who collect clothes and make nests. Sure it's yet another messy game but I am starting to get the hang of disaster mgt soon I'll be fully qualified as a domestic counter terrorist professional.

When people say how do you manage, well you don't have any choice do you... you have to manage. But it's human to despair and struggle and to overcome.

Domestic Counter Terrorist

lorinheller's picture

Domestic Counter Terrorist Professional!

Excellent! We shall all go and work for the Department of Homeland Security! Woo-hoooo!!!

In all seriousness, thanks for your support, and for relating your story. Hearing that we're not alone in these kinds of situations always helps.

Always.

"A successful man is one who

Perseverence's picture

"A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks that others throw at him." - Sidney Greenberg.

The future, last time I checked, hasn't happened yet and no one (expert or otherwise) has a crystal ball. If someone had told me 15 years ago that my son would graduate high school, drive a car, enter into post-secondary school, hold down a responsible job, manage his own checking account, cook many of his own meals, and even bring me a cup of tea on occasion, like just now B0) - I would have NEVER believed them. I now have no doubt that he will someday (probably sooner than I would like) move away from home and live independently. Finances are the ONLY thing currently holding him back.

Back when my son was young (shortly after he was diagnosed), I was admittedly depressed and had a tendency to dwell on the negatives, so doctors that were just trying to inform me about some of the challenges were viewed by me as being defeatist ogres. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, because I became progressively more determined to forge a good relationship with my son and to guide him towards his own best possible future. That relationship is what I cherish most today - the future is still "out there" and it looks to me like we're on a good path.

That's good news to hear. I

lorinheller's picture

That's good news to hear. I need more of that, thanks! So does my wife; I'm going to send this to her.

May I ask what was your son's diagnosis and the projected severity?

As I said, David has moderate autism.

My son's official diagnosis

Perseverence's picture

My son's official diagnosis wound up, in the end, being PDD-NOS (aka atypical autism). Some people have the misconception that this arbitrarily means that the child is less affected and the overall prognosis is better; however, it really only means that the child fails to meet the required number of criteria in one of the three major areas described in the DSM-IV (social interaction, communication, and repetitive and stereotypical behaviors). Autism is not readily put onto a scale of "degrees" although we all have a tendency to want to think of it in that way.

So, to give you a clearer picture, I'll break down my son's diagnosis further while referring to the DSM-IV (http://ani.autistics.org/dsm4-autism.html) -

In the area of social interaction, he originally met all 4 of the described criteria (although he did during one diagnostic session bring me a toy to wind up (by throwing it in my lap), which caused that psyhcologist to conclude that he was interacting with me "normally.") However, acknowledging my presence at all was, at that time, a rare exception rather than the rule for my son, so although his official diagnoses showed 3 of the 4 criteria being met, I thought it should have been 4 for 4.

In the area of communication, he originally met all of the criteria listed. At the time of his diagnosis, he had essentially no functional language, although he was using some echolalia. With speech therapy, the echolalia originally increased markedly, followed quite a bit later by the slow development of functional speech. However, I would say that he still has difficulties in figuring out how to initiate and sustain a conversation; but then again, so do I.

The area that my son failed to meet the required number of criteria was in the area of repetitive behaviors. He did have some notable stims - clicking his tongue, rocking and banging his head on the back of a seat (by rocking while not sitting in a rocking chair), toe walking, some subtle hand flapping or manipulating his figures, etc. - although some of these would "disappear" when he was outside the home (since they were ultimately discovered to have been caused by sensory issues inside the home) He did not seem to be as locked into routines as other children with autism (although later on during his school years, transitions from one activity to another would become a major problem, belying that he did have a strong emotional need for routines). He did line up some toys, but the people diagnosing him never thought that it was extreme enough to figure into the diagnosis. Rather than say that he had a fixation with parts of objects, the psychologist commented that he was "mechanically interested." To me this is just a matter of semantics. I was always of the view that he did meet at least one of the criteria in this area, which should have completed a diagnosis of autism or autistic disorder. Given the number of criteria he met in the areas of social interaction and communication, I think it maybe should have even been graded as "moderate" autism.

It seemed to me that EVERYTHING caused a tantrum and I was, myself, extremely stressed and depressed. This, no doubt, influenced by point of view, but whether it was skewing it to the point the psychologists seemed to believe remained to be seen, since the school often indicated more serious issues in some of these areas as time went on. We (the school and myself) decided to "throw out" the prognosis and just concentrate on solving each individual issue as we experienced it. What my son has accomplished (and yes it is HIS accomplishment, with our help) has been nothing short of a miracle. He just NEVER quit trying, not once. He still struggles to belong daily and he gets rejected daily, but still he NEVER gives up. Someday, I'm sure, he will also find a wife who will love him for the wonderful person he is and I look forward to holding my grandchildren.

Have faith - ANYTHING is ALWAYS possible. Don't worry that you may be a little negative right now, you seem to be the type of person who will see your own way past that feeling in due course. Yes, it is hard, so hard - but most things that are truly worthwhile are that way.

Thank you Perseverence. May

lorinheller's picture

Thank you Perseverence. May I call you "Pers"? ;)

I've forwarded your info to my wife. We may have more questions to come. Thanks for your openness in sharing with us.

Hi again, Of course you can

Perseverence's picture

Hi again,

Of course you can call me Pers - call me anything, just don't call me late for dinner - lol.

I think my son Wyatt, who

WyattsMom's picture

I think my son Wyatt, who will be 5 around Thanksgiving, may be at around the same level as your son. Actually, it sounds like your son may have a bit more language than mine.

Well, it'll definitely be

lorinheller's picture

Well, it'll definitely be interesting to talk more then to see how both boys continue to do. Thanks!