OK - so this came out on January 21st and I am just getting around to blogging it, such is my life....just trying to keep up or at the very least, not fall too far behind. So, a little less timely than I would have wanted but it was a great story, pretty accurate if you ask me, and I still wanted to share it. I have seen more mainstream portrayals of Autism lately, and as long as they are accurate I love it. Anyone catch Grey's Anatomy lately? I have missed the last few months but caught an episode last night. The doctor who has Aspergers was still there I was pleased to see. When she arrived on the scene I could spot that she had Autism right away. Last night I was watching as she "lost it" and was trying to pull her coat around herself and I said aloud "she needs deep pressure" and sure enough, a few seconds later she explains to Bailey that she needs deep pressure to calm herself. How many times have I told my son to come over for a "hug" and by all appearances, that is what I am doing. Who knew a simple hug, tight provides the deep pressure necessary for some to calm themselves? Maybe that is why hugs are so comforting, we are providing some proprioceptive input without even knowing it. Not only is it showing of affection and love but provides that pressure our body (and brain) needs to calms itself. I love seeing these in mainstream media. I love that it is not just "rainman" or other portrayals which does not represent the majority of people who have Autism. They are not all savants, they all don't rock and bang their heads. Some just have a harder time in groups, with peer interaction, with eye contact, and with sensory input. My son has very acute hearing, he hears everything and is very distracted by it. So many of these little things that most of our brains can tune out, sometimes theirs can't. The more people know about the disorder, hopefully the more understanding our society will be. One day there WILL be a First Child with Autism. The numbers are growing at such a fast rate that the probability is high this will be a reality. And maybe that is our only hope of appropriate funding and treatment. I certainly hope not but how long before the story below becomes reality?
Kim Stagliano for the Huffington Post
If the First Child had Autism.
As a Mom, one of the highlights of the inauguration was watching the first children, Miss Malia and Miss Sasha Obama, revel in their father's day. They were poised and yet still childlike. Eyes bright. Smiles wide. Their mother, our elegant new First Lady, was able to fully share the day with her darling daughters. Did you notice the glances and grins they shared? I sure did.
And then I became sad. As an autism Mom, I thought about how different the day would be if the First Lady had a child with autism. Here's one scenario:
The First Lady is holding her child's hand tightly as they walk toward their seats, her smile tempered by the interference from her autismometer, the scanning system she uses at all times to gauge her child's mood, temperment, ability to manage the input and to anticipate a meltdown. In her other hand she holds a metal ring on which hang dozens of plastic cards with simple pictures and words. It's an odd accessory. The boy is wearing a pair of bulky, Bose noise canceling headphones to help him tune out the roar of the crowd. His eyes are cast down to the floorboards. The lines laid out before him capture his attention. He stops. He sits down.
A brief look of panic crosses his mother's face. She erases it. Then gently, lovingly signs, "stand up." He lies down. She flips the pictures to the word "stand" and shows it to him.
He covers his eyes. She starts to perspire despite the cold, turns to her Mom and nods. The older woman responds and reaches into the bag she is carrying. She hands the child a Thomas the Tank engine toy. He accepts it, clutching the toy, waving it in front of his face.
He stands. His mother's shoulders drop a few inches as they make their way to their seats.
She tries to watch her husband, to admire his handsome face and take note of his momentous day. This is his day. But autism is along for the ride. As always. When the speaker (who was it again?) finishes, her son's voice rings out amid the cacophony of applause, "A clue! A clue! We need our handy dandy notebook!" She breathes out -- shows her son another small card. "Quiet." He squirms. Her mother hands her a small surgical brush with which she strokes her son's palms. Her husband is about to take the oath. He looks at her with his, "Are we OK?" expression. She will not add to the gravity of the job he is about to accept. She will not cloud his day. She smiles and winks. She takes her son's hand and together they stand. Her mother wraps her arms around the boy, applying pressure to his torso. The President takes his oath. "Elmo Loves You!" cries the boy. The crowd emits a nervous laugh. The President bends to his son, kisses his head. The new First Lady takes her child's hand and fights back tears, praying her face reveals nothing but love and pride. The First Family waves to the throng of supporters. To the world. The boy waggles his fingers in front of his eyes. His head nods to a song only he can hear. The First Lady kisses her husband, her hands cup his face for a moment. In that second, the boy bolts up the aisle. There is a large, wet stain on his pants as he scrabbles toward an exit. The day is simply too much for him. His grandmother is right behind him. Leaving her daughter and son-in-law, now the First Lady and President of the United States. The next day, the President announces an initiative to study every possible cause of autism from genes to vaccines and to spend millions on treatment. In four years, he plans to have his son speak at the inauguration for his second term.