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Written by Gayle Nobel   
Monday, 29 June 2009

 This  story came to me on one of the autism lists I subscribe to. It's such a beautiful tribute to a very special dad.

I thought I'd write about my husband of 12 years.  My husband and I were
married when he was 21 and I was 23.  Within 3 months of the wedding I was
pregnant with our first child.  We were very excited and had no inclination
that anything could or would be wrong with our baby.  As it turns out we had
a few ultrasounds and none of them showed the whole spine or head so we were
sent for a better ultrasound which at the time was a level 2 (oh how
technology has improved in just 11 years).  So as it turns out we found out
at 26 weeks of gestation that Andy's (my son) head was about half the size
of what it was supposed to be and his body was normal size (so he wasn't
just a small baby) and he had hydrocephalus on top of that which was taking
up over half his already tiny brain.  So we were basically told there was
little chance he would even make it to birth and an even smaller chance that
he would live if he were born.

A few weeks later they tried again to see his spine and it turned out
that he has spina bifida.  (his spinal column was open and his spine
sticking out, not covered by skin or anything).  Well to make a long story
short we had people we didn't know around the country praying for us and
within a few weeks Andy's head was in the 2% which was in the normal range
at least.  Andy did live and in fact is happy and healthy. 

He does have physical disabilities and mild mental delays.  He's 11 years old he walks
with braces on his legs, uses a wheelchair sometimes and has had 23
surgeries.  He is in special classes and is a great kid. 

A few years after Andy was born I got pregnant with Kyle.  This pregnancy was difficult.
Prior to becoming pregnant with either child I was very active and in great
shape.  I was into gymnastics, in the air force and just loved to run and
exercise.  After Andy I had back problems because of reasons unrelated to
his condition I had to be hospitalized and on bed rest for 5 weeks prior to
delivery which really messed up my back.  I also developed cysts in my
wrists which have never gone away.

So with Kyle things got worse I started having more back pain, and I got my
first migraine.  They didn't stop coming while pregnant.  When Kyle was born
we noticed his head looked bigger than his shoulder width, which I
immediately noticed and felt bad about that being the first thing I saw.  He
also had a ridge on his head which the doctor attributed to being born,
however he was a c-section birth which wouldn't squish the head the way
vaginal birth does.  So anyway it turns out Kyle was always crying and
screaming, he wanted to eat constantly but would throw up the food.  He
ended up having craniosynostosis, his head was fused shut and had no room
for his brain to grow.  So he had surgery to open it up at 4 months.  Kyle
went on to have 3 more.  I noticed fairly early there was something going on
with him, that he wasn't responsive and wasn't developing normally but
doctors kept reassuring me it was ok.  I didn't let it go and finally at the
age of 3 he was diagnosed as severely autistic.

It's been a long road, Kyle is now 8 and although his speech is doing really
good he speaks and understands about as much as a 2 year old, his OCD is
really severe, and he still tries to run away frequently which is
terrifying.  He doesn't always respond, I'm sure you get the picture.

So on to what this is really about, my husband.  Joey has been there through
the whole thing.  My health has decreased through the years, I now have
arthritis in my lower and upper back and neck, Thoracic outlet syndrome,
narcolepsy, other generalized pain and fatigue issues, blood pressure
problems and memory issues, as well as migraines and vision changes.  So
keeping up with the kids is a challenge.  This isn't about me though it's
about my husband. 

Every therapist I've ever worked with (we've been lucky
to keep with the same speech therapist for 11 years who is a God send), as
well as every case manager we've ever had for either child and pretty much
everyone else I've ever talk about are shocked at how dedicated my husband
is to both myself and our children. 

Most people I know with narcolepsy have been divorced because it's a very difficultdisorder to live with and evenmore so for someone else to live with a person who has it.  Add in all the
other issues and well it's not an easy life.  I take care of the kids most
of the time, but my husband works, cleans, cooks, and does all the physical
aspects of taking care of the kids when I can't.  He even catheterizes my
older son and gives him his bowel program.  My husband does way more than
his fair share of the work and I don't know what I would do without him.  I
can't drive due to the narcolepsy, I tend to pass out randomly in the car
which obviously isn't safe, so he takes us all to our appointments by taking
off work and therefore is very in tuned to the medical stuff that's going
on. 

He knows a lot more than most working fathers do.  Our case manager was
shocked at how much he knew when I was at the hospital with my other son and
she came over for a visit (we were supposed to be home by then but weren't
released on time).  I asked Joey to stay and conduct the meeting.  He is
usually a little uneasy because he isn't the one taking the phone calls and
doesn't know what we've been talking about, but when it comes to knowing his
kids he absolutely does as much as I do.  I realize that without all my
issues this isn't very common in fathers of special needs children, but Joey
deserves the father of the year award because he works harder than any
father I've ever met and he rarely complains about it.

So God Bless my amazing husband and father of my two amazing children.

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Hangin Out PDF Print E-mail
Written by Gayle Nobel   
Monday, 22 June 2009

Three tips for loving and living well!

Gotta love the technology... here I am hangin out on Autism Hangout (scroll down when you get there).

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Piano = Life PDF Print E-mail
Written by Gayle Nobel   
Wednesday, 17 June 2009

I have been taking piano lessons for the last year and a half. When I quit tap dancing, I decided I needed another creative outlet. Gotta keep those neuronal connections in the brain growing. Though dusty and out of tune, my childhood piano stood waiting. When I began lessons , I was pleasantly surprised to find that much of what I had learned as a little girl was not lost.

Piano has been a great outlet for me though I don’t practice as often as I should or would like to. However, when I do, an immediate shift seems to take place and I am transformed. Besides being extremely enjoyable, playing the piano pushes me into the present moment.

As I did when I started tap dancing, I vowed I would never do a recital. Well, guess what? There is a mini recital coming up on Friday night at my piano teacher’s home and I am playing Singin in the Rain and Canon in D. It is actually just a group of adult students getting together to play for each other. It’s supposed to be very informal , but I’ve experienced some self induced pressure this past week to play those pieces perfectly.

A few days ago, I became aware that I need to play a song at least three times for me to feel fluid and get anywhere close to a flawless performance. I also realized I probably wouldn’t have three opportunities to get it “right” (and just what IS right?) on Friday night.

I scheduled an extra piano lesson today and one of the first things my teacher said to me was that the goal was not to play without mistakes but to keep moving forward as fluidly as possible without dwelling on fumbles and stumbles. Keep the music flowing and have fun. Oh yes, fun. I had forgotten about that. She reminded me that there would always be something- a missed note, timing that is off, a lapse in attention. Anything is possible especially if I am a little nervous. And since I am not playing in the piano Olympics, it is okay.

My mental light bulb began to flicker. Now this was some great piano performance wisdom. But doesn’t this also apply to much of life? I was practicing to be perfect and it just wasn’t working. In fact, the harder I tried to be perfect, the more tense and tangled my fingers became. My teacher reminded me that it’s all about having a relaxed attitude and focusing on my own musical enjoyment. The rest would flow from there.

We may have been talking about playing the piano, but in essence we were also talking about life.

Any thoughts?

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Interview with Sam (Part 2) PDF Print E-mail
Written by Gayle Nobel   
Tuesday, 26 May 2009

 Here's where we left off in Part 1 of my interview with Sam, a young man who has Aspergers. You can read Part 1 in the archives by scrolling down to the bottom of this blog section.

Me: What’s the best part of having Aspergers?

Sam: You get to be different, I wouldn’t consider myself boring.

Erin: There are very few times when the three of us are together that we don’t laugh ourselves silly.

Sam: There have been a lot of very intelligent people that are on the spectrum. Albert Einstein, Thomas Edison and Benjamin Franklin all qualify now. We could throw around names all day. We could throw Bill Gates in there. It’s really just a different way of looking at things, I guess you could say. Tony Atwood said it’s the Aspies who keep humanity interesting. We’re the ones that add flavor to humanity. Being sensitive to noise isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Me: We all are to some degree.

Sam: I don’t know if you’ve ever read anything by Tony Atwood. In his book called "The Complete Guide to Aspergers Syndrome,” he tells this story about a little boy who had to get on a train on a regular basis and he managed to tell his family twenty minutes before the train got there. When he was asked how he knew, he said could hear the sound and could feel the vibrations in his tummy. So it’s not necessarily a bad sense.

Me: Do you think Tony Atwood is pretty on target about what he says about Aspergers?

Sam: I haven’t read a lot by him but what I have has been very eye opening. I have one of his books at home. It was very helpful to me as far as understanding who I am and why I am the way I am.

Me: What are your quirks?

Sam: I do stim a little bit in case you haven’t noticed. My legs shake, I do various things with my hands and I love the smell of paper and the feel of rubbing it between my fingers. Somebody was saying it’s not a matter of whether or not the activity itself is so strange; it’s a matter of degree. As far as strange interests, I like collecting old radio programs and shows. I enjoy listening to them and collecting them. I like to read and classic movies.

Me: So do you like to talk about the movies.

Sam: Yes , I love to.

Me (to Erin): Do you find it interesting?

Erin: Yes, I like the fact that they’re not anything I have experience with.

Me: You sound like you’re in a really good place about yourself? Is there anything you are working on that you would want to change about you?

Sam: The only thing I would want to change is the living situation. That’s really it, to be honest. I’m not the type who would cry about being on the autism spectrum. If people can’t accept somebody for who they are, it’s their own fault. Especially in this day and age where there’s a lot of information out there about Aspergers. I’ve run into my share of people who saw how I was and wouldn’t really accept that. The reason I don’t go out is that one night the group I was with didn’t know how to read my face or thought I was lying. People with Aspergers, even when they’re honest, all have a liar’s face. We’re known to be brutally honest to the point of being a fault.

Me: What do you think when you hear about the movement to cure autism or “fix” people with autism?

Sam: People that really try will actually pass themselves off as non-autistic and that’s actually to their own emotional detriment.  That’s why I think the suicide rate is so high.  These people are being inundated with cure autism, cure autism, cure autism. Nobody is really approaching them with the idea that we accept these children as they are.

Erin: Do you think these kids know that they have autism or is it just they know that they’re different, they know something’s difficult and they know that they can’t connect, and that is why they want to kill themselves?

Sam: Yes, that’s very true. I wanted to kill myself when I was 10, and it popped up again at 12 and 14. It’s just that there was really nothing out there for me. There were no friends and nothing to help me get plugged in without having to pass off as normal. When we talk about cure we can end up producing an atmosphere where people on the spectrum are pressured to be something  they’re not. I think it’s to everybody’s best interest to learn how to embrace each other and not try to cure each other and make room for everybody.

Me: Do you think a lot of people with Aspergers feel the same way?

Sam: Yes. Alex Plank started a website for people on the autism spectrum called wrongplanet.net. He got tired of not having anything out there for people on the spectrum so he created his own internet community, and now it’s got 3000 members. There’s also the autistic self advocacy network and it’s definitely not pro-cure. Its attitude is “nothing about us, without us.” The videos the president puts out say “anti-cure, doesn’t have to mean, anti-progress.”  I don’t want it to sound like anybody’s rejecting the idea of treatment.

Me: For my son, my goal is to help him be the best he can be, and we keep going toward that.

Sam: Have you ever watched the movie “Autism, The Musical.” It’s a documentary of five people putting on a musical about autism.  The father comes out and talks about the different stages he had to go through with his child, and they are actually similar to the stages of losing a loved one. First you want to fix it; it’s a natural fist stage, but you have to move on. As the years went on, it wasn’t happening, and he became depressed. As he moved through his depression, he learned to accept his child. Once he learned how to accept his child and how to love the child. I sometimes suspect when I see parents of autistic children on TV, they might be fixated on the first stage.

Me: What would you advise parents?

Sam: Encourage them to love their child for who they are and allow themselves to actually grieve the loss of their dreams.

Me: Where do you see yourself in the future?

Sam: I would like to be living on my own. I don’t want to get married. I want to keep my job, work my way up and get better schooling. I might go back to school, but only if it’s a good school for accommodating special needs. I may get help from SARRC for assisted housing.

A final thought : Sam wishes his parents would learn more about autism.



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