Showing posts with label ADHD. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ADHD. Show all posts

Monday, September 12, 2011

Do Parents use Special Needs as an excuse for Bad Behavior?

I ran across this little ditty the other day and, as the mother of 3 kids with 3 different diagnosis', found it rather thought provoking.

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Views of Professor Priscilla Alderson as seen at psychminded.co.uk

Professor Alderson said that it was often convenient for neglectful parents to claim that a child had a behavioural disorder. She believes that much of the increase can be put down to more flexible interpretations of normal childhood traits, such as restlessness and excitability. In our more gullible age, she says, this becomes attention deficit — which could be solved by engaging more with children and allowing them to let off steam in traditional fashion by playing in parks and climbing trees.
“I recently visited a special school which had 27 children diagnosed as autistic. Of those, only two that I met displayed the lack of eye contact and absence of empathy which denotes true autism,” she said. “Money is behind all this. Pyschologists want the work, and lower the diagnosis threshold accordingly. Special needs is an administrative device describing children who have extra needs from those provided for in the average classroom.
Professor Alderson, 57, who has three grown-up children and three grandchildren, admitted that her eldest daughter had been “difficult”, something she attributes to her naivity at the time about how to be a good parent. “By the time my other children came along I had realised that if you treat children as adults then they will behave accordingly.” 
See article HERE.
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So... lemme get this straight. Because Iraq makes eye contact and she is fully capable of going through the motions of showing empathy, she does not have Asperger's? Well hallelujah! It's a miracle - my 8-year-old has been cured! What a wonderful relief!

Quite honestly, I wold LOVE to have Iraq's issues boil down to poor parenting as it would mean I could FIX the problem, but unfortunately for myself and thousands of other parents of children in the autism spectrum, Professor Priscilla Alderson is an outdated, judgmental moron whose views will only add to the struggles we face. (Ooops! Did I just type that out loud?)

It is unfortunate that there are people out there, working under the guise of being an "expert," who know and understand so little about autism. I may not have "Professor" in front of my name, but I honestly believe I know far more about the symptoms of Asperger's in girls than the Priscilla Aldersons of the world.

"I didn't spend 6 years in evil medical school to be called 'Mister.' Thank you very much!" 
Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery (1997). Laugh at sound byte here.


 That said, I must admit that I DO use my children's special needs as an excuse for bad behavior. For example:
  • I use Iraq's meltdowns as an excuse to let the clean laundry wrinkle in the dryer for 15-60 minutes some days. (OMG!! People are going to think I am an incompetent launderer! The horror!)
  • I use The Skink's Down syndrome as an excuse for the school bus to pick her up at the front door instead at the top of the street (and when I say "at the 'top' of the street," I mean a hill that goes up at an angle of about a 45° for about 2 blocks). We've tried the walk before - she usually walks about 20 feet at 0.1258 miles-per-hour before begging to be carried the rest of the way. I don't want to carry a 30+ lb. child UP the hill every morning... I'm lazy that way, you know.
  • I use the theory that the sum is greater than the parts as an excuse to NOT be an active member of the PTA. Well... that and the fact that my husband doesn't get home from work until after 7:30 p.m. and that I don't trust most babysitters to be able to handle the sum of the younger 2 parts... nor do I trust the oldest part to not distract said babysitter...
  • I use the excuse that my son has ADHD to not make him babysit his 2 little sisters often so I can torture myself enjoy being a regular part of the PTA. I also use the ADHD excuse to make him mow the lawn... there I go bein' all lazy again. *sigh*
  • I use 2 of my children's "issues" as an excuse to bring our dog on family vacations and to restaurants.
 
So yeah... I'm bad! Seriously BAD!

Ok... well... maybe not that bad...

Me... after 16 years of evil school.
Does this look like good PTA material to you? 
*Don't answer that*

So what do you think? Do you feel that autism spectrum disorders and ADD/ADHD are fig-newtons of society's collective imagination?
Do you think parents use the "special needs" label as a crutch or an excuse for bad parenting?  

Or, like me, do you believe that while there are plenty of parents out there who don't properly discipline their "normal" kids, there are also parents struggling with children who have very real issues? Yes - it can be hard to tell the difference, but you don't have to go to a day of evil school to know that labeling MOST parents of children with ASDs or ADD/ADHD as neglectful, gullible people who don't take their children to the park enough is worse than submerging them in a tank of sharks with frickin' laser beams attached to their heads. Why must I be surrounded by frickin' idiots?
But I digress.

"Help! I'm in a nutshell! How did I get into this bloody great big nutshell? What kind of shell has a nut like this?"

 Yeah... I totally feel that way some days...

Oops! I digressed again. 

So tell me what you think!

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Sunday, August 28, 2011

From Here To There, From There To Here... Funny Things Are Everywhere!

Well, what a week it has been! Though our family had initially planned a nice little camping trip for this past week, life has a funny way of throwing curve-balls. Curve-balls that mean you leave the camper at home, but have a chance to see a lot more of nature... and human nature... and...


If you recognize the picture above, you might be a redneck... or a Texan. Last winter, my father-in-law moved from Georgia to Texas. Unfortunately his health has been declining and it was recently suggested to us that we come visit... soon. The trek from VA to TX is a long one at about 1,152 miles... but I think that number doubles for each child in the car. (Am I wrong?) If it weren't for the DVD players (yeah - that's plural) and the dog, it would have seemed even longer than that.

And right now you're probably saying to yourself, "You traveled 1,152 miles with 3 kids and A DOG? What, are you nuts?"


Yes I am! Obviously we should have left the kids with someone!

The dog was a saving grace! As some of you may know, I put our Olde Victorian Bulldogge through Service Dog training. The picture above is her, crashed out in a very crazy-busy Tennessee McDonalds in the PlayLand area where we were allowing the 2 youngest of our brood to play off some energy. Not only does our dog not beg or drool when she smells Big Mac-luciousness, but if you drop food on the floor next to her, she pretends she doesn't even see it.

What service does Brandy Ann provide? Well, Iraq (who has Asperger syndrome) often becomes very over-stimulated - especially in busy, noisy, colorful places... like in a McDonald's play land.We can see the tell-tale signs. First she plays like all the other kids. Then, her play starts becoming a little wild and loud. Then louder... Then... she begins trying to find a private, quiet place within the giant habitrail-like plastic tubes. (Good luck with that, kiddo!) She resembles a feral cat as she slinks and hides when anyone comes near her or if we try to call to her. Once we are able to GET HER OUT... a task that is usually far easier said than done... she goes into full, non-verbal melt-down mode. As we pull her away from the multi-colored maze of plastic, the shrieking will begin and the limbs stop working.

Without the dog, we may stay in melt-down mode anywhere from 10 minutes to some giant indefinite number of minutes. As if it's not bad enough that I am having to subdue a shrieking, flailing child, it's usually at these cherished moments when I am bequeathed with dagger-stares from other parents. (My favorite part of any meltdown!)

With the dog? Well, the moment she is placed next to Brandy Ann, the shrieks stop immediately. She puts her arms around the dog's neck and buries her face in her neck. In about 5 minutes, she has calmed down completely and asks politely if she can go back and play.

Yes - - the dog DOES help!

So how was Texas, you ask?


Yup - that about sums it up! Not only was it hot, but the state is experiencing its worst drought since Texans started keeping records... so like, before the Alamo and all that. It was so hot and dry in fact that we all spontaneously combusted the moment we stepped out of the car.

Anywhoo... We are very thankful that we got to see Pawpaw. The kids will have some very nice memories of time shared with him... except for The Skink who would get no closer than about two feet from him. (So it's been a while since she last saw him.) Iraq and Broadway got snuggely for a picture.


And we got to see cousins... however I think poor Pawpaw may have gotten just a liiiiitttlllle overwhelmed...



We even took Pawpaw to the aquarium in Grapevine, TX...


And we got to see an old friend just for a few minutes. Cyndi was one of The Skink's favorite nurses during her (rather loooonng) stay in the NICU, 5 years ago.


After 3 very short days in Texas enjoying Pawpaw, we headed to Louisiana to further torture ourselves by adding humidity to the unbearable heat and to visit my sister. On the way, we got stuck in a traffic jam, (due to a brush fire obviously caused by spontaneously combusting swamp-grass... or possibly by some moron throwing a cigarette out a car window - my vote is for the spontaneous combustion thing) but it allowed us to see one of the funniest scenes ever. Some cars were using the median to turn around and avoid the jam. Well... a motorcycle cop saw the cars driving through the median and made them turn around, drive back through the median and get back in line! Go LA police - you tell 'em!

The offending white car takes the drive of shame back to her place in line... ROFLMAO!

Eventually we did get to my sister's house un-charred and in one piece so that Broadway could get some good chicken cuddles from Chick-A-Doodee. What? Doesn't everybody have a pet chicken?


Iraq got to ride Aunt Kate's new mare, Jelly Belly, all by herself. We later found out that the belly isn't due to jelly at all! The vet came out and confirmed that in a few weeks Jelly Belly will be a mommy! My poor sister hyperventilated on the spot!




I got to ride too for the first time in way too long! (On one of the non-pregnant geldings.) Yeah - couldn't suppress that big ol' silly grin!


And while New Orleans is not exactly on the rout back home, hearing that Hurricane Irene was bearing down on our home state, we thought there would be a certain amount of fun in the irony of taking refuge in that fine city! At least long enough for lunch and some window shopping.






We did discover one little over-sight in NOLA, however. It became VERY clear that prior to our next summer trip to a city notoriously as hot as... someplace even further south... we will have to invest in some doggy booties! Heat-resistant doggie booties! Poor Brandy minced over each hot patch of brick sidewalk until she reached the next shady portion where she slowed waaaaaayyyyy down to cool her poor feet. Smart dog!


And what would a road trip be without a blown tire in Nowheresville, Mississippi? Yeah... and I'm not even going to mention getting pegged by another car in NOLA (their fault) and getting some retread thrown under our front end by an 18 wheeler, causing further unnecessary vehicular damage. (Oops - I mentioned it.)


We saw the inside of far too many McDonalds' in the duration of our trip. We also saw tons of caravans of tree removal trucks and line-repair trucks coming from LA and MS toward the areas targeted by Irene. I don't know why I chose this particular caravan of about 10 trucks to photograph, but we saw them again a few hours later - just 2 hours from our home  :(    Oops!


After all our adventures, we got home very late - and very tired! It was an adventure for sure, but there's no place like home, is there?

  *Disclaimer: We do not live in a white picket fence, but in a house that happens to have one.

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Thursday, May 19, 2011

Moving Daze and Issues of the Heart

So I mentioned briefly before that we were moving. Since mentioning it, time has moved in warp speed for us, and here we are in our new (much larger) rental house.



 I love that Broadway now has a real bed room instead of a converted dining room. I love that it has 2 full baths. I love the big, airy kitchen, but most of all, I LOVE our new PLAYROOM!



All the girl's toys are down in the playroom, and there is still plenty of room to run and do cartwheels! It's perfect for those days that are too cold, too hot or too wet. It even has a door and I'm considering installing a lock... on the outside of it... And for the days that aren't too hot or cold and happen to be just right (and we have a LOT of those here in Virginia), there is a lovely back yard.


It's a great place to hang out with friends.



Or give someone a nice back-scratch.

We kept our strawberry plants from last year (yes - they survived my "care"), and we have a number of berries ripening quite nicely.


The back yard also has mature pear trees! Of course I had to Google "Harvesting pears" because I know very little about growing this fruit, and I have learned that they should be picked before they are ripe - around mid-October in our area - and then put in cold storage for a couple weeks to ripen. Who knew? A-pear-antly if they ripen on the tree they get mushy on the inside. Ewww, right? Well - I suppose this means our refrigerator will be filled with pears this fall. (Avalanche!) Luckily, we all love pears!


If just 1/4 of those suckers make it until harvest, we'll be up to our ears in pears!





Iraq takes flight in the new yard.

As for me... well... I'd love to tell you that I'm just fine. I'm quite happy (see "new house"), but there are a few little things going on with me physically that we're still trying to pinpoint. Last year I had some issues with my heart and unfortunately I seem to be having some issues now. I had some pains in my neck, jaw and left arm the Friday evening before Mother's Day and did a "sleep-over" at the hospital while some tests were run. My iron was low (I seem to have chronic anemia - but I've known about that for a number of years... because it's chronic... ), low vitamin D and my potassium was very low which they believed may have caused some of the trouble. A bunch of other seemingly-unrelated problems were identified in the blood work too. I also have had chronic hypertension for the last 7 years which doesn't help. Now I'm going through a series of medical tests to see if there might be an underlying endocrine issue.

I am generally very careful with my diet and there is no reason that I should be low on any vitamins, minerals or other nutrients. At the request of my doctor I have been taking large doses of iron supplements already... and it's still low? Do I need to start swallowing horse shoes or something? And at what point do I need to worry if I'll start rusting in the shower?






So at this point in the game I'm just hoping they find *something* so I can treat it and move on! I have an entire medicine cabinet of pills I take for all my symptoms - it's no wonder I'm not hungry for breakfast right away - LOL. I figure if we can find the root cause, I can start treating that instead of taking a pill for each of the annoying symptoms. Wish me luck!


In the mean time, the girls are loving the new house. Iraq has had some transition issues - no surprise there. She has Aspergers. She has issues transferring from playtime to lunch time, let alone making a switch from one house to another. Needless to say, she's having some sleep problems and has "lifted" a few small objects belonging to other children at school. Yay... the kleptomania is back... *groan*  Hopefully once life settles down again, so will she. The ADHD meds are still making a BIG difference, but the Aspie behaviors are still present. Just easier to handle without the daily meltdowns and tantrums.

The Skink is as sweet and easygoing as ever. First night in the new house and she was asleep within 3 minutes of being put to bed. The one annoying thing she has been doing lately is screaming if she is angry or doesn't get what she wants. Gee... wonder where she could have learned that? As with Iraq, we don't give in to The Skink's screaming either. I think she just thinks it's the socially acceptable way to express one's distaste for something on our house *insert eye roll here*  We'll be working on that right alongside potty-training. (and a fun time was had by all)



Broadway is healthy and doing well. His grades have been up and down... his teachers say he gets distracted very easily. Well, duh! Funny thing about ADHD, huh? But we're working through that too :o)


That's all I got for now. Hope everyone in blogland is having a great day!



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