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Miss Klaxon

30 Friday Mar 2018

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As my husband will confirm, I tend to have vivid dreams which wake me up, sweating and sometimes gulping for air or shouting. Not a pretty sight, I am sure.

I have a few recurring dreams in my repertoire:

1. Maths O’level exam
I recognised nothing familiar when I turned the exam paper over and went into a panic. I did calm down eventually and produced enough correct answers to scrape through with a Pass grade.

2. Being late for university Finals exam only to realise that I had no idea which building I had to be in and also realising that I had not revised at all for a whole Paper. This one still haunts me at times of stress, 30 years later!

3. Miss Klaxon.

Let me explain. My son had the misfortune to have Miss Klaxon (not her real name, but with a foghorn voice, she would have been aptly named) as his teacher for one year, in primary school. I’m sure we can all remember some amazing and inspirational teachers as well as some nasty ones from our school days. We as children are at the mercy of our primary school teacher. If he or she doesn’t like me, it becomes a very long and miserable year for me. If I am scared of him or her, tough, as there is no alternative.

Miss Klaxon believed her way was the right way and Miss Klaxon decided pretty early in the school year who were her favourites (those who toed the line and offered to sharpen pencils or run errands and fawn over her) and who were clearly and consistently ‘trouble’ and needed to be brought into line. SonOne was diagnosed autistic two years later, and the signs were definitely already there, but she was refusing to acknowledge anything. This boy needed to ‘man up’ (yes, she actually said that) and grow a pair (she did not say that). For an already sensitive child, this was a death sentence and he learned quickly to be silent at school and try to keep under her radar.

Unfortunately the powers higher up were no use either in those days, and saw me as an over-anxious mother no doubt, or a trouble-maker. They kept insisting that the class teacher has observed nothing of note, nothing to cause any concern.

The reason Miss Klaxon figures in my list of recurring nightmares is this: towards the end of the school year, when we had nothing to lose, I requested a meeting. She phoned me in the morning saying that he was being ‘defiant’ and that he was insisting he had not done anything wrong in some altercation that was supposed to have taken place in the playground. So, I already knew that my son would be very agitated and upset by the time we saw him. My husband took the afternoon off work, teacher insisted SonOne was to be present at the meeting. We got ushered into the classroom and had to sit on the ridiculously small chairs while she sat on the normal-sized office chair. Intimidation tactics. Then started the most excruciating half an hour of my life. She proceeded to ask SonOne yes-or-no questions which were impossible for a young autistic boy to answer honestly under pressure. The questions kept being fired at him and he was getting close to tears. And here’s the thing. I did nothing. I was so stunned by this torture, I was waiting for it to end, and it felt as though it would never end. It felt like some awful film clip I was watching as a passive observer. SonOne was stuck between a rock and a hard place: if he told the truth it would displease the dragon he had to spend 6 hours of each day with. If he lied, he knew I would not be pleased. Poor kid.

Finally, I was able to speak up. I told her this was a disgraceful way to speak to a child and to put pressure on him. I told her I was pleased that my husband was also in the room, as was the student teacher, because it meant it was not just my word against hers. She did flinch a little bit at this, but was unrepentant on the whole. We were dismissed.

I didn’t send SonOne to school the following day or for the rest of the week, as he was in a heightened state of stress.

My nightmare, still, comes from my guilt of not standing up to her properly in that meeting, adult to adult. I didn’t confront her enough, I didn’t speak my mind enough. She was smug and confident enough to know that the management would support her side (they did).

A few years later, my son had another overbearing teacher with no empathy skills. Things were a bit different at school by this time, the management had changed hands, and there was a much more nurturing atmosphere. I complained, politely of course at first and through the correct channels, but my son still had to get through the school year with her. At least my complaints were set on record in writing.

Never again will I let his vulnerability be abused. I am his only advocate, I must speak up for his wellbeing, his rights and above all his sanity and happiness.

One would think that the main qualification for a primary school teacher should be to actually LIKE children, and to respect their diversity and individuality.

Saturday

26 Sunday Nov 2017

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Saturday was a good day. They said it wasn’t possible. They said it could never happen. But it did.

One of SonOne’s new friends in secondary school not only wanted to meet up with him at the weekend, but wanted mum to meet me too! I was told this virtually never happens and that I just had to accept it.

I feel very proud of my son for choosing such a nice kid as a friend. After all, he has been with the same children around him for seven years in primary, apart from one or two who joined his class along the way. I am not saying he will never encounter horrible people or misjudge some but I am proud of how he is managing this maze of social interactions.

I am also incredibly excited to have made an unexpected new friend in the mum, who is warm and approachable and I feel like she will be someone I will enjoy getting to know more and more over the coming years.

Transition is going so much better than I feared it would, largely thanks to a LOT of preparation behind the scenes in handing him over from primary to secondary. When something goes badly at school we are quick to notice and set blame and complain. When something goes well, it is all too easy to wave it away and for people to say ‘see, I don’t know what you were worried about, he is fine’. But the invisible background effort is essential and ongoing and so very worth it.

Saturday really was a good day.

Same old, same old

24 Tuesday Jan 2017

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I realised today that my idea of normality must be very different to most people’s idea of normality. I don’t mean the unrealistic, daydream sort of normality you imagine while pregnant, when you know for certain that your child will never ever scare elderly people by zooming past them on their scooters, your child will eat nicely and chat politely in a restaurant, your child will be clever and musical and popular and sporty.

Reality usually turns out very differently. A good morning for us is one where the children get themselves ready for the day, as they have been doing every day for years. This expectation should not come as a surprise to them but somehow, on most days, it does.
A good morning is one where both boys get to school on time. Staff don’t bat an eyelid when SonOne is late any more, it has become normal. In fact, we all look surprised and relieved when he signs himself in with plenty of time to get to the classroom.

A good pickup from school is one where the teacher does not come out with SonOne to find me in the playground to have a ‘chat’. This generally means that something has ‘happened’ and only occasionally brings with it good news. A good pickup is one where I am not greeted with a murderous glare and a growl from him, rather than a hug and any snippet of news from the day, whether good, bad or neutral.

A good walk home is one where they are not hitting each other constantly, where they can actually tolerate each other’s existence for a brief 10-minute stroll and let each other speak.

It is amazing how I only really know for sure that this is not everyone’s experience, when a friend walks home with us. Usually the presence of a friend has a calming influence, and deflects the brothers’ attention from each other. It gives me a short breather too, in which to savour the afternoon winter sunshine, and remember that the boys are nice people beneath all the fighting and aggression.

On dark days the thought of ‘only ten more years to go’ keeps me going, for SonTwo.
For the other one? Well, let’s not think too much about that and hope for the best.

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16 Monday Jan 2017

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Nothing stays the same for long

12 Thursday Jan 2017

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Since SonOne’s diagnosis, I have read so much on autism, researched so much, listened to talks (live and recorded), been to support groups, sometimes till my brain ached and I could no longer distinguish which information was useful or might be useful in the future. Then after a year or so, autism fatigue set in big time. I couldn’t bear to see, hear or think about autism. My brain was full.

Every lecture, every book or article, every support group yielded at least one ‘take-home’ bit of information. One speaker very enthusiastically pointed out that all people change and develop over their lifetime. Ask yourself what you were like as a five-, six-, seven-year-old? I bet you have changed many times in your journey into adulthood.

Change is constantly happening, within the child, in the adults supporting him or her, and (we hope!) in society too.

Another very eloquent speaker outlined the journey her child has taken to date, and the nugget of wisdom I still remember clearly is that yes indeed her child has progressed, matured, developed, but that that change was not down to luck. She emphasised that that progress came about because she read and researched, taught and guided her child over and over again as the years went by. Of course the guidance has not stopped, nor will it probably ever stop.

We hope we can teach and guide our children so that they grow up into good adults with a useful contribution to make to our society. With a neurodiverse child this guidance and teaching does not come from just one source, and is definitely a ‘work in progress’. We must maintain a good rapport with the adults around our child. The best school experience we can hope for is to encounter teachers who listen to us as parents, who are open-minded, and who see beyond test results or attendance records to the person and his or her individuality and uniqueness.

 

How high are you functioning?

05 Thursday Jan 2017

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Do you know any autistic people? What are they like?

This is of course a trick question. Try to answer the question ‘What is a non-autistic person like?’ and you will see the problem. How can anyone possibly generalise about so many people in a simplistic way? And yet, this is what happens all the time.

People say ‘If he’s at mainstream school, he can’t be very autistic’, or ‘He is performing/running/acting/swimming, he must be high-functioning, that’s not too bad’, or ‘At least he is verbal’.

To make this out to be some sort of a disability competition is patronising to the individual and undermines their struggles and experiences. It is not a competition to see who is ‘more autistic’ than someone else. The autistic spectrum is correctly termed a spectrum, in that it covers a massive range of abilities, presentations and experiences.

The saying goes ‘If you have met one autistic person, you have met one autistic person’.

If a child or young person attends mainstream school and is not significantly behind in academic work, then technically he may be termed ‘high-functioning’. No-one would expect a non-autistic person to be good at baking and swimming and maths and piano just because they are non-autistic. Similarly, an autistic person may get through the school day having enjoyed maths and ICT (subjects of special interest), but not coped with music (too loud) or PE (too chaotic) or lunch (smelly and busy), and there is always, always a price to be paid at the end of the school day for having coped with six or more hours in a stressful environment.

Many autistic children are very good at masking, ie picking up behaviours from those around them, to appear to fit in better than is actually the case. Their face may look calm or impassive, but inside there is a tsunami of feeling going on. These children spend so much effort in trying to fit in and not stand out or commit some sort of social faux pas all day that, once home, the parent or younger sibling tends to bear the brunt of the day’s stress. The release of tension comes usually sharp and loud, can be physical or verbal, and although obviously hurtful to the family it is directed at, is usually not deliberately intended to hurt. Home is the safe place where emotions don’t have to be smothered.

The analogy often used to illustrate this is that of a fizzy bottle, being shaken up ever so slightly every time something causes stress, so that by the end of the day, there is no other option than for the bottle to reach capacity and explode.

T-time

03 Tuesday Jan 2017

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It’s T-time again.
No, not time for a cuppa.

T is for Transition. For an autistic child, transition happens so often and is so painful. Experience is forgotten as sheer terror grips him, and all those past events which were successfully negotiated now count for nothing.

Transition can be on Saturday morning, a change of routine from the weekdays.

Transition can be on Sunday evening, the dreaded return to school.

Transition can happen on the eve of a holiday, or on the eve of the return trip.

Transition is bad enough at the end of the school year, and as if things couldn’t get more stressful, transition is at its worst in the lead up to the new school year. So many unknowns. You just can’t prepare for every eventuality.

In January, we have the transition from holidays into spring term. People will be asking ‘How was Christmas?’, ‘How was your birthday?’, ‘Ready and raring to go?’ and saying ‘You’ve grown, young man’, and ‘Nice to see you again’. All these things are usually said in passing, not really requiring an actual answer. So, why ask them, an autistic person may be justified in asking? Welcome to social conventions. It is a minefield. Most of us pick up the rules by observation and practise as we grow up, we adapt to expectations fairly easily, we learn to fit in with our ‘correct’ and quick responses. It doesn’t come as easily to everyone though.

It is usually only when we try to learn a new language that we realise how complicated our own one is. And so it is watching an autistic child try to learn responses, recall them fast enough, remember to smile or use a correct facial expression depending on the situation. If you sat down to draw some sort of fancy diagram of all the phrases which might crop up in a simple conversation exchange, you would be hard-pressed to make it clear. The problem is of course that the other person isn’t reciting from a script, so you can very well learn a whole range of suitable responses, but none of them may be quite apt in that moment in the real world.

So, tomorrow I will put out the bags and sports kits after he is in bed, I will not mention school all day.

Tomorrow he will be buried in his iPad with headphones on. He will eat popcorn and toast and not be challenged in any way.

This way he will (I hope) preserve some energy for the ordeal which is the morning of the first day back at school.

 

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