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Gold.
“A gold Blue Peter badge, the highest award you can ever get said his little sister and brother today very gravely as they watched Blue Peter . “You only get a gold one for saving someone’s life.”
You both should get one then i thought, you saved my life.
Watching the telly…
The boy has developed a new behaviour, for the moment, until another one arrives. He seems to be just sitting on the sofa and staring into the distance for a few minutes a day When asked what are you doing he says. “Watching the telly” Yes, that’s true I think…even though the telly is off. He is quite literally watching the telly.
Autistic Child writes to Family and Friends
Dear Family and Friends-
I understand that we will be visiting each other for some get-togethers this year. Sometimes these visits can be very hard for me, but here is some information that might help our visit to be more successful. As you probably know, I am challenged by a hidden disability called Autism, or what some people refer to as Pervasive Developmental Disorder (PDD). Autism/PDD is a neurodevelopmental disorder which makes it hard for me to understand the environment around me. I have barriers in my brain that you can’t see, but which make it difficult for me to adapt to my surroundings.
Sometimes I may seem rude and abrupt or silly and out of control, but it is only because I have to try so hard to understand people and at the same time, make myself understood. People with autism have different abilities. Some may not speak, some will write beautiful poetry. Others are whizzes in math (Albert Einstein was thought to be autistic), or may have difficulty making friends. We are ALL different and need various degrees of support.
Sometimes when I am touched unexpectedly, it might feel painful and make me want to run away. I get easily frustrated, too. Being with lots of other people is like standing next to a moving freight train and trying to decide how and when to jump aboard. I feel frightened and confused a lot of the time. This is why I need to have things the same as much as possible. Once I learn how things happen, I can get by OK. But if something, anything, changes then I have to relearn the situation all over again! It is very hard.
When you try to talk to me, I often can’t understand what you say because there is a lot of distraction around. I have to concentrate very hard to hear and understand one thing at a time. You might think I am ignoring you – I am not. Rather, I am hearing everything and not knowing what is most important to respond to.
Get-togethers are exceptionally hard because there are so many different people, places and things going on that are out of my ordinary realm. This may be fun and adventurous for most people, but for me, it’s very hard work and can be extremely stressful. I often have to get away from all the commotion to calm down. It would be great if I had a private place set up to where I could retreat every time I go to get-togethers.
If I cannot sit at the meal table, do not think I am misbehaved or my parents have no control over me. Sitting in one place for even five minutes is often impossible for me. I feel so antsy and overwhelmed by all the smells, sounds, and people – I just have to get up and move about. Please don’t hold up your meal for me – go on without me, and my parents will handle the situation the best way they know how.
Eating in general is hard for me. If you understand that autism is a sensory processing disorder, it’s no wonder eating is a problem! Think of all the senses involved with eating. Sight, smell, taste, touch AND all the complicated mechanics that are involved. Chewing and swallowing is something that a lot of people with autism have trouble with. I am not picky – I literally cannot eat certain foods as my sensory system and/or oral motor coordination are impaired.
Don’t be disappointed if Mom hasn’t dressed me in the best clothes there are. It’s because she knows how much stiff and frilly clothes drive me buggy! I have to feel comfortable in my clothes or I will just be miserable. When I go to someone else’s house, I may appear crabby. Things have to be done in ways I am familiar with or else I might get confused and frustrated. It doesn’t mean you have to change the way you are doing things – just please be patient with me, and understanding of how I have to cope. Mom and Dad have no control over how my autism makes me feel inside. People with autism often have little things that they do to help themselves feel more comfortable. The grown-ups call it “self-regulation” or “stimming.” I might rock, hum, flick my fingers, tap a string, or any number of different things. I am not trying to be disruptive or weird. Again, I am doing what I have to do for my brain to adapt to your world. Sometimes I cannot stop myself from talking, singing, laughing, or doing an activity I enjoy. The grown-ups call this “perseverating” which is kinda like self-regulation or stimming. I do this only because I have found something to occupy myself that makes me feel comfortable. Perseverating behaviors are good to a certain degree because they help me calm down.
Please be respectful to my Mom and Dad if they let me “stim” for a while as they know me best and what helps to calm me. Remember that my Mom and Dad have to watch me much more closely than the average child. This is for my own safety, and preservation of your possessions. It hurts my parents’ feelings to be criticized for being over-protective, or condemned for not watching me close enough. They are human and have been given an assignment intended for saints. My parents are good people and need your support and not rude remarks.
Gatherings are filled with sights, sounds, and smells. The average household is turned into a busy, frantic, festive place. Remember that this may be fun for you, but it’s very hard work for me to conform. If I fall apart or act out in a way that you consider socially inappropriate, please remember that I don’t possess the neurological system that is required to follow some social rules. I am a unique person – an interesting person. I will find my place at these celebrations that is comfortable for us all, as long as you’ll try to view the world through my eyes!
-Author Unknown
I do not know who wrote this, I do feel it can help so many. Bless the child whose caregiver wrote this letter.

Riding!
It was so nice to receive a photo of him on his pony at Riding for the Disabled. He is so happy when on horseback and is progressing very well indeed they say. It was also nice to hear that apparently he is loved by everyone who works at our local branch. At the beginning of the session, once they have mounted, all the riders are asked to say “Walk on” to their ponies.
He always says “Walk on please”
www.dailymail.co.uk/…/How-mothers-cope-autistic-sons-grow-sexually-aware.html
Stan the Man
he is the most
beautiful
man in the
world.
when he laughs
i am happy
for him
when he sleeps
i am happy
for him
when he hugs
his mum and dad
i am happy
for them.
a stranger
may not see that
he is the most
beautiful
man in the
world.
to us
the world is
confusing
but to him
it is like
clouds
on a clear day
or blue sky
when it should be
grey.
his mum sits
on the sofa
crying
she is tired
because her son is
alone
not from lack of
love
but because his
burden
is to be
alone.
to be the most
beautiful
man in the
world
you must be
alone.
his brother Victor
loves him
his brother cares
for him
when he cries
Victor says
mum
dad
Stanley is
crying
he cares for his
brother
he loves him
dearly.
to suffer this
a punishment
the rewards must be
great
a reward
unseen.
the boy
on his dads back
is the most
beautiful
boy in the
world.
sometimes you feel
that you want
to get
hold of him
to squeeze him
to squeeze him
so tight
that you might
squeeze out
of him his
condition
but this may also
squeeze out his
beauty
for he is the most
beautiful
man in the
world.
Daniel Cockrill
Mummy!
Great news this morning, my friend’s autistic boy called her mummy for the first time ever - he is 8 years old. Some parents of autistic children never, ever get to hear that word. I am so pleased for them both.
“Had A Nice Walk”
A young friend of ours took him for a long walk after school last night. On their return, after a few minutes standing next to me watching me cooking he said to me, “had a nice walk”! I nearly dropped everything on the floor.
We were all completely stunned and happy that he should be able to verbalise something like that
‘I gave up imagining that i have a life’
Just reading a piece about a new book called The Four Walls of My Freedom by a diplomat’s wife whose glamorous world changed utterly when she gave birth to a severely disabled son.
‘What matters for her son is to lead a life that is full, interesting and exciting even if from a bed, and what matters for her is to be able to help him do that. She acknowledges that some people don’t think this is important, because they don’t see her son as fully human. “You can see people are thinking you should be going after what the rest of society believes has value and is profitable’. “I realised that to claim that my family should have the freedom the family down the street has, I had to make the argument that disabled people are of equal worth. Then you couldn’t say the person who will never ‘contribute’ in conventional terms is a less valuable person”.
Phew!
After seven weeks of school summer holidays and no help from the local authority at all since last November we are finally back at school. ( Must get back into fight mode on that one).
He was very happy to go back and we have literally been counting down to this week since 19th July. Also, for the first time he wanted to know what was happening the week after this! I think it might be time to make a very simple diary for him!

