Autism: Surviving and Thriving

Fourteen years ago my youngest 3 boys were diagnosed with autism within a 9 month span. Devastation and grieving followed. Doctors gave me little or no hope, but they didn't know me very well. I refused to believe that my boys were doomed.

My boys are now young men, adults with autism. They are thriving, but every day presents its turmoil and challenges.

My family: husband Mike, sons Ryan 23 yr, Nicholas 21 yr, and Cameron 18 yr. (Ryan and Nick have autism; Cam has recovered from autism.) Our oldest sons, Michael 34 yr and Stuart 25 yr, moved out of the house. Ryan has also moved out, and is still working towards complete independence.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Beach and Tactile Issues Part 2

Last week we had fun at the beach. Several years ago that was an impossibility. The boys simply could not have handled the sand.

Tactile = anything pertaining to the sense of touch

The tactile symptoms of autism can be unique, just as each individual, autistic or not, is unique. Ryan, Nick, and Cameron had various tactile issues. Ryan did not like to be touched. Nick could not handle clothing on his arms and legs, nor shoes on his feet. Cam banged his head on the floor. None of them could tolerate anything gooey or dirty on their skin. None of them could tolerate the feel of denim or anything metal, such as zippers. Really, the only material they could tolerate was cotton.

It was quite distressing to figure out what to do in each case.

Remember that Ryan was diagnosed with autism at age seven, Nick at age five, and Cam at age two. Since we did not know what we were dealing with, the earlier years for Ryan and Nick were really a struggle. We simply did not hug Ryan much. As I mentioned in an earlier blog post, Ryan would lean back to get out of a hug, and this usually resulted with a dent in a wall. Nick ran around in shorts and t-shirts. Cam usually wore a bike helmet to protect his head.

The real progress in their learning to live with "touch" did not start until we had Kelly, an occupational therapist. At first, I thought that meant sending my kids to work, as in to earn a paycheck. I quickly learned that occupational therapy related to the kids and what was a normal activity in which they should be able to participate.

The first, big step was shaving cream. It was easy to put on, and easy to wash off. If it got on clothes, it was easily washed out. Kelly put just a little bit on each hand of my boys. Oh, the screeching and hollering that bellowed from my kids, protesting that awful stuff. Poor Kelly.

She timed this activity. At first it was simply trying to get the kids to tolerate a minute of shaving cream on their hands. That took about a month to master. Of course, they still screeched and protested. Ryan even jumped around because he did not like it one bit.

Kelly rewarded them with spinning or swinging. That gave each boy some down time, time to recover.

Obviously, this issue is going to be a mini-series instead of two parts. Next time I'll go into more detail and briefly cover other therapies like the use of horses, sensory room, sensory boards, etc.

photo credit: littledan77

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