<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033</id><updated>2012-01-22T11:59:56.296-08:00</updated><category term='college education'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='timekeeping'/><category term='tolerances'/><category term='individuality'/><category term='stress'/><category term='fabrics'/><category term='schedules'/><category term='energy saving lightbulbs'/><category term='Spectrum Disorders'/><category term='autism'/><category term='SAD'/><category term='aspergers'/><category term='communication'/><category term='hands-on education'/><category term='depression'/><category term='bonfire night'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='home ed'/><category term='spd'/><category term='employment'/><category term='earrings'/><category term='meltdowns'/><category term='anxiety'/><category term='sid'/><category term='PTLLS'/><category term='education at home'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='school holidays'/><category term='presents'/><category term='The Big Bang Theory'/><category term='sensory integration dysfuction'/><category term='out of the box'/><category term='anger'/><category term='alarm clocks'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='home schooling'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='sensory defensive'/><category term='learning'/><category term='alternative'/><category term='routine'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='ASD'/><category term='Mothers Day'/><category term='home-ed'/><title type='text'>Upside Down, Inside Out…</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to our Blog… UPSIDE DOWN, INSIDE OUT. Living with Sensory Integration Dysfunction (an Autistic Spectrum Disorder aka Sensory Processing Disorder). Our hope is that there might be something of use to someone else in a similar situation… Also home-edding – because we can!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-3661136778647947722</id><published>2011-11-15T11:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T11:55:26.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home ed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='individuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home schooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands-on education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education at home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alternative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Don’t you know it’s important to have an education?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Don’t you know it’s important to have an education?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You are ruining your chances of getting a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Why don’t you have lessons?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It’s important to go to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You are ruining your life…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I swear if I hear these phrases one more time I will scream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;‘B’ belongs to several websites, some of which she plays on, others she chats on, like most kids her age. She has made friends with a few people but she has become very hesistant to mention that she is home-educated when they ask what she did at school, why she is up so late on a school night etc. etc. Why? Because as soon as she mentions it, she is bombarded with these types of questions or negative comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;They simply won’t respect that everyone has a choice and this is our choice (note I said OUR choice). She has to justify why and how and what she is doing. Most seem to think she is ruining her life. They simply don’t get it…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Initially I pulled ‘B’ out of school because they clearly had no idea how to help children on the spectrum survive the school system, their so-called experts not having a clue about the intracacies of our children’s lives, trying with all their might to tick those precious boxes they love so much. But to be honest, the deeper I dug the more disillusioned I became with the whole education system, most of it based on targets and budgets. I wanted my child to be able to have her own opinion, I wanted her to feel she has some value to add to society instead of constantly being compared to her peers in terms of what they deemed as successful. I wanted her to be able to solve problems, to think outside the box, to learn through investigation and experience, to be able to understand the true function or importance of something in relation to the real world. I wanted her to be… well quite simply… herself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;These people get very angry with her because she doesn’t have traditional lessons. Her learning is embedded into activities, we have no need for lessons. They condemn her because she isn’t taking exams. She finds it all overwhelming… we never ask them to justify why they feel the need to go to school, doubtless if we did ask them, the reply would be something along the lines of ‘Because that’s what I’m told to do, that’s what we are meant to do.’ Some of them have turned quite nasty and been very unkind to her… she is neither stupid or idle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As the saying goes, there’s more than one way to skin a cat and that’s the premise we are working on… we didn’t go into this blindly, we know what we are doing. For example, she is only 12 but we have already put the wheels in motion for long-term work experience once she is 14 (health and safety rules). She has many ideas of her own how to secure self-employment, even at this age. I have faith in her, she isn’t going to rot on the heap, she knows it takes hard work and she’s willing to do it too. She also knows that to be successful isn’t dependent on how much you earn or what kind of house you live in or car you drive, it’s much more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And to be honest, if you ask around, alot of home-educators, like myself, are teachers anyway. What does that say about the education system?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;HOME-EDUCATING AND PROUD TO BE DOING SO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Till next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;‘B’s Mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-3661136778647947722?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/3661136778647947722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-you-know-its-important-to-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/3661136778647947722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/3661136778647947722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-you-know-its-important-to-have.html' title='Don’t you know it’s important to have an education?'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-789678759870604452</id><published>2011-11-05T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T10:06:28.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonfire night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spd'/><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sorry, this blog post is going to take the form of a good old fashioned moan… I HATE this time of year and it’s because of one thing… FIREWORKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Why, oh why, do they have to be so loud?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We live literally a 3 minute walk from the beach and every year we have to endure various fireworks displays, one that takes place during the summer at the end of the annual Clifftop Gala. 2 years ago I found myself actually filing a complaint… the fireworks were sooo loud, everything shook – the dog, my daughter, the floors, the whole house! I’m not one to complain, not usually, but this was too much. The bangs were more like you imagine full-on explosions in a war zone would be like. ‘B’ was terrified and that was what prompted the complaint, I had never seen her so scared, she couldn’t stop shaking for hours, she was hysterical with fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Then you have Hallowe’en and Bonfire Night. Last night there were bangers and then ‘screamers’, lots and lots of them (supposedly the grand finale ’cos after that ‘burst’ it all stopped). The whole thing went on for the best part of an hour and a half of constant fireworks. You could smell the smoke from them in the garden, they were that close! Heaven only knows where they were being set off but they were way too close for comfort. Again I had ‘B’ in a right old state, shaking and in floods of tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I don’t have a problem with people enjoying themselves but it’s about time they were banned in built-up areas. My daughter can’t be the only one that gets distressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Fingers crossed it is raining cats and dogs tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Til’ next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;‘B’s Mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-789678759870604452?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/789678759870604452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2011/11/fireworks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/789678759870604452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/789678759870604452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2011/11/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-2752816499858802085</id><published>2011-10-09T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T10:09:23.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Big Bang Theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autism'/><title type='text'>A Sheldon Moment…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;For those of you familiar with the TV comedy The Big Bang Theory, you will get this post. For those of you who are not, I seriously recommend checking it out… it’s hilariously funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Recently walking around the supermarket with ‘B’ we discovered her favourite ready meal was not as it always is, the packaging had been revamped. I could see her eyes glazing over and in my head I was cursing the supermarket for changing the packaging, how dare they? Didn’t they realise the trouble they had caused? I tried to reassure her that the contents were the same, they had merely changed the packaging. ‘You’d better be right,’ she finally conceded, ‘OK I’ll try it.’ Mmmm… I thought, that was progress, a few years ago the mere hint of a change in the packaging would have caused great confusion followed closely by a Meltdown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I sighed a huge sigh of relief and she smiled. ‘I’ve just realised,’ she said, ‘I just had a Sheldon moment!’ In a recent episode of The Big Bang Theory, whilst sitting in one of their regular dining places, Sheldon discovers the menu has changed, the order of the foods swapped and some given new names. Not being able to cope with such a drastic change, he makes his friends leave to eat at another regular haunt instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;They have never actually stated, to my knowledge anyway, that Sheldon has an Autistic Disorder, but we all think it must be so. As a family we have chuckled through many a situation that mirrors ‘B’s quirks, it has helped her alot actually – to lighten up and see the funnier side of the situation. Don’t get me wrong, we take her quirks seriously but sometimes there is such an unwillingness to see it from any other side than her own we get frustrated by her inflexibility. Watching this show has allowed her to view some situations from a different perspective and she can laugh about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;For instance, Sheldon always has to sit in the same place, his cushion always being exactly as he needs it to be. ‘B’ is like that, she has her spot and doesn’t like anyone else ‘contaminating’ it. She likes routine, Sheldon and his friends sticking to the same day to go to the comic book shop etc. There are so many similarities that a Sheldon Moment is never far away now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh and by the way, the ready meal was &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; the same… they &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; changed the recipe too. Didn’t say so on the packaging though! So, we now have to trawl the supermarkets for a replacement, that will have to be as good as the last one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Till next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;‘B’s Mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-2752816499858802085?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/2752816499858802085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2011/10/sheldon-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/2752816499858802085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/2752816499858802085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2011/10/sheldon-moment.html' title='A Sheldon Moment…'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-652344112501126423</id><published>2011-06-25T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T04:24:30.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Bang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have often said that with SID, as much as you like think that you finally have an issue under control, another will take it’s place and bite you in the ass! Today was one of those days. I have to say, we have been lucky, those times are fewer and further between than they used to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So what prompted this one? Earrings!!! ‘B’ has been adamant since she managed to get a new pair of earrings in, that only &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; is changing them. She has let me help her a couple of times and insisted that I hurt her. I tried explaining that it takes a little bit of practice to find where the hole is, anyone who has pierced ears will understand what I mean by this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The last couple of days she has struggled to find the hole and has made it a little sore. Yesterday she couldn’t get one of them in but she would not let me help. Today was the same… We had to go pick her dad up from work and as is perfectly usual, we were running behind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;she didn’t get up very early and was doing her usual ‘I’ll do it a minute and stop hassling me’ routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The main culprit was that damned earring. Do you think she would let me help? Could she make up her mind if she was staying at home whilst I went and got him? No… instead she dug her heels in and started getting angrier and angrier. Eventually she wanted me to do it, but wouldn’t let me within 6 feet of her. I asked her to wait until we got back, so we could go get her dad. No! That apparently wouldn’t make any difference?????!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I explained to her, that yes it would, because at least I wouldn’t have her dad having a go at me for being late, yet again! He gets grumpy… and then I have 2 of them on my case! I get it in the neck for her not being able to get out on time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;All I got in response was an increasingly angrier ‘B’ telling me it wasn’t her fault and to stop confusing her. I explained again, trying to keep calm, it’s quite simple… we need to go get your dad so the earrings will have to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I was getting frustrated, she just refused to listen to the logic of the situation. In her brain, that earring took precedence over everything. The repercussions of being late and thus him being angry that we were late again were of no consequence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I guess, she just pushed me too far. For once in my life, I would like to be on time for something. I am late for everything… I haven’t been too well lately and I guess I’m feeling a bit defeated, especially when after asking if she was finally ready, I was told in no uncertain terms how much she hated me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ouch! That hurt! Normally I wouldn’t let it get to me, I know it’s the frustration talking… and I’m ashamed to say I lost my temper. I get ratty and grumpy but I don’t actually lose my temper very often. So, I stomped down the stairs, slammed a door and fumed within. I didn’t say a word to her, she shouted at me for slamming the door, she screamed at me for making her do this, she cried and cried all the way there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We got back and I went for a walk, I had to get some distance. I felt bad for losing my cool… I beat myself up over it. But then I thought, hang on a minute, should I feel so guilty? Am I not allowed, every once in a while, to get angry? ‘B’ doesn’t worry about losing it, her dad doesn’t worry about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If I was the kind of mum that ignored her child, that didn’t allow her child an opinion, that left her to fend for herself, that neglected her, that didn’t consider her feelings, that just didn’t care… but I bend over backwards and forwards and sometimes inside out to help my daughter and I’m only human, I’m not perfect, I’m just as flawed as the next person. I get it wrong sometimes… and today was just one of those days. And that, is think was the important bit of the whole thing… sometimes she expects too much of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When I got home we had a hug and an apology and everything is back to normal! Normal?????? That’s too funny…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-652344112501126423?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/652344112501126423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2011/06/bang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/652344112501126423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/652344112501126423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2011/06/bang.html' title='Bang!'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-7994786428281558821</id><published>2011-05-18T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:53:37.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spectrum Disorders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earrings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sid'/><title type='text'>Ear we go again…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;About 4 years ago ‘B’ wanted to have her ears pierced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; We explained to the lady who pierced them that she was on the Spectrum and could she please smell the antiseptic wipes, show her the piercing equipment to be used etc. etc., which she was more than happy to do. It was all part of the process as those of you who have kids on the Spectrum only know too well. ‘B’ was very brave throughout the whole thing, even though she so wanted to do it, it was still terrifying for her. In fact she cried throughout the whole process, the piercer telling her she could have a special deal that day, half price, I am sure because she felt so sorry for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, the 6 weeks healing went by and we realised the basic flaw in our plan… having them pierced was one thing, getting the trainer earrings out, was entirely another situation, one we most certainly hadn’t anticipated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Try as I might, and even though she understood the logic and implications of the whole thing, (which I think made it even worse for her because she got frustrated at her own illogical responses) we couldn’t get them out. About a year later they started to get infected and unfortunately I had to almost pin her to the ground, screaming her lungs out and yank them out. To her dismay they closed up almost immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;OK, so a couple of years went by, she told me she wanted to give it another try. We talked and talked and talked, her case being made stronger by the fact that she knew what to expect this time so it would be easier and she was 2 years older. To be fair, I could see her point…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Also, it was one of those things she was so determined to do, I think in hindsight she wanted to prove to herself she could be ‘normal’, do the same as her friends and it would all work out ok. So call me a fool, I eventually gave in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;She didn’t cry, in fact, she wanted to take them out after 2 weeks (but they hadn’t fully healed). I guess I should have let her…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday morning (almost a year and a half after the event), I was getting ready for work, she came downstairs very flustered and obviously upset. I only have two 2-hour classes a week and she had to go pick one of them to lose control! Turned out the earring had slipped into her ear… we had no choice, it had to come out, if I had left it and the weeping dried up it would have started to heal over and we would never get it out. She was so scared, stressed and hysterical that I couldn’t have taken her to her friends as normal when I work, I would have ended up having to go get her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I’m surprised nobody called the police, the amount of screaming coming from our house… but eventually it came out. The other took the rest of the day to think about and an hour and a half of ‘practising’ late last night, thankfully that one eventually just popped off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Have we learnt our lesson? We have agreed neither of us wants to go through that again… so fingers crossed we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Tonight is being spent trying to get a fresh pair in! Wish us luck…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Till next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;‘B’s Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Addendum: Took us several hours of ‘practising’ to get some new ones in but she wasn’t having it. The holes are closing up way too fast, she heals ridiculously quickly, so time is of the essence. It looks like we aren’t going to get any new ones in… boy, is she cross with herself!!!!!! She kept muttering ‘stupid ears, stupid holes, stupid SID!’ or words to that effect LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;OK, so just as I finished this addendum… ‘B’ walks in and says “Mum, I need to get new earrings in…”. So, we go off to my room, sit down and she just does it… SIMPLE OR WHAT? She’s now feeling rather silly for making such a fuss…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PE1ct27Xwtw/TdV1JXsxWYI/AAAAAAAAABk/i5of9WIWfnU/s1600/DSCN2149WEB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PE1ct27Xwtw/TdV1JXsxWYI/AAAAAAAAABk/i5of9WIWfnU/s1600/DSCN2149WEB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-7994786428281558821?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/7994786428281558821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2011/05/ear-we-go-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/7994786428281558821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/7994786428281558821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2011/05/ear-we-go-again.html' title='Ear we go again…'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PE1ct27Xwtw/TdV1JXsxWYI/AAAAAAAAABk/i5of9WIWfnU/s72-c/DSCN2149WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-8421810464726295770</id><published>2011-05-08T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T01:45:40.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of the box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands-on education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alternative'/><title type='text'>Benjamin’s School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I just had to Blog about this project!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;http://www.benjaminfoundation.co.uk/service/benjmins-school &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; thought we would &lt;b&gt;ever&lt;/b&gt; consider ‘B’ going back to school! Well, maybe that statement is not strictly true. I most certainly couldn’t envisage ‘B’ ever returning to conventional school. But we have just heard of a new type of school, a school that sounds like the stuff dreams are made of…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;They call it an ‘out of the box’ approach (the ‘box’ being a classroom) and I have to say, from what we’ve read so far, ‘B’ seems keen enough to warrant a deeper look! And to be honest, I too am keen to get involved. This sort of project is just my kind of thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;One thing ‘B’ has said to me recently is that although she has her best friend (also home-educated), it would be nice to have some more friends. Only thing is, ‘B’ tends to prefer older children, always has. Her best friend has said the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It seems to me that there are two basic types of home-educated families. Those that are happy to get together with other families and share resources etc. and those that really prefer to do their own thing and be left alone to do it. There is nothing wrong with either of these approaches… but it does make finding other families to connect with hard. In the 18 months or so we’ve been at home we’ve only really come across half a dozen families, if that, in our immediate area. There are definitely more families out there, but it looks like they are the ones that prefer anonymity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So attending somewhere like Benjamin’s School could help on that level too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The project is still in it’s infancy at the moment but we will watch closely to see how it unfolds. An project like this has so much potential!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Till next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;‘B’s Mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-8421810464726295770?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.benjaminfoundation.co.uk/service/benjmins-school' title='Benjamin’s School'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/8421810464726295770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2011/05/benjamins-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/8421810464726295770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/8421810464726295770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2011/05/benjamins-school.html' title='Benjamin’s School'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-3752626238238275980</id><published>2011-04-21T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T12:04:32.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timekeeping'/><title type='text'>A Stitch in Time…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;‘B’ was offered the chance to have sewing lessons a few months back, an opportunity she grabbed with both hands and alot of enthusiasm. A friend has just set up a business, doing alterations, making clothes, crafts etc. She refuses to take payment so we are doing a nice exchange – I set her up with a website and designed her business cards etc. A lovely way to do business huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Turns out, ‘B’s a natural! Now armed with her own sewing machine and a whole houseload of fabric, there is no stopping her. In fact, she has her first craft fair on May Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I got her some business cards printed, so she can give away with any purchases (that’s optimism for you!), letting people know that any money she makes will ‘feed her habit’ and enable her to buy more fabric!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This is something we have discussed as a possible work opportunity for her when she’s older. I have said to her there are no rules that say you have to do only one thing for a living! I know, I am that person, juggling several different ‘strengths’ to make ends meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We are realistic, ‘B’ is never going to be able to hold down a typical 9-5 job. I swear she could sleep through an earthquake, &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; wakes her! ‘B’ dances to the rhythm of her own drum and that drum certainly doesn’t know about timekeeping! So, what better way for her to make a living than doing something she loves and something that won‘t require her to keep an eye on the clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So far she’s made bags, hanging hearts &amp;amp; squares, pencil cases, glasses pouches, a stuffed dog and now she is working on an apron…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It’s much better for her than sitting in front of a computer for hours, it keeps her busy and engaged and gives her great satisfaction when something is complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I’ll try and get her to photograph some of her creations… that’s another of her passions, photography! She’s starting photography lessons next week. Another friend is exchanging lessons for me teaching them Illustrator! She’s been taking photos for some time and has taken some lovely pictures, very arty stuff! But that’s another Post LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Till next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;‘B’s Mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-3752626238238275980?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/3752626238238275980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2011/04/stitch-in-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/3752626238238275980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/3752626238238275980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2011/04/stitch-in-time.html' title='A Stitch in Time…'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-6903226895920492939</id><published>2011-01-19T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T08:50:57.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home-ed'/><title type='text'>Time Flies…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When we decided to pull ‘B’ out of mainstream education we had no idea how dramatically it would change our lives…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We pulled her out in September 2009, it was a tough decision to make and not one to be taken lightly. My husband wasn’t 100% on board with the idea but ultimately it was mine and ’B’s choice, we were the ones that were going to be doing the work. We were fortunate, in that the work I do (I am self-employed, doing several very different things and don’t have to work full time) made it possible for us to do this, if I had needed to be in full-time employment there would have been no way we could have even contemplated such a move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I told my husband to trust me and if it didn’t work within a year we could revisit the situation and see what we would do next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Not only did we have to think about her educational needs but also socialisation amongst many other things. I spent more than a few nights worrying whether we had made the right choice, it was such a responsibility. We found ourselves having to defend our decision to friends and family, who had their own opinions along the lines of ‘Are you sure you know what you’re doing? This is her future, what about qualifications? Do you know how hard it is going to be?’. ‘B’ found her friends asking her constantly about what lessons she does, how long does she work, why doesn’t she have to write things down in books, what is home-ed etc etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;On reflection, when she started nursery and even primary school, everyone commented on how smart she was, how much she knew about so many things, how good her communication skills were and that was down to us working together. I had done it then, so was this really any different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Looking back, the energy I wasted trying to get the school to understand my daughter’s needs, seeing my daughter so stressed out that she wanted to die (yes, that did happen!), I can honestly say, hand on my heart, that if I had known how much it would change her life, I would have done it years ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So how does the new ‘B’ compare to the old?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;She is now a happy, confident, relaxed, outgoing, bubbly 12 year old who isn’t afraid to try new things and go new places. Gone are the meltdowns (we have only had one near-miss in 18 months). She hasn’t been sick once (she used to get sooo stressed, it would make her physically sick at least once a fortnight). In fact she hasn’t even been ill! She likes who she is now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Her obsessive compulsive behaviour has eased dramatically, we only see it surface on rare occasions and then it is only minor compared to what it used to be. Her anxiety is much better too, she has learnt it is OK to let go and cry every once in a while instead of bottling up her frustration and stressing out. Even her SAD has dramatically improved, mostly because I think she is going with her own natural rhythm, going to bed when she’s tired, waking when she’s had enough sleep and now with puberty not far away her body is changing hormonally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When we reached one year of home-ed I asked ‘B’ if she wanted to return to school and to my delight she said ‘No way!’. Even my husband agreed she was a different child and that we seemed to be doing OK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Life is good for all of us right now. We are not planning on ‘B’ taking exams, she can do that when she’s ready and if she needs to to get a job in the field she wants to go into. At the moment we are concentrating on building her a skill set that will enable her to set herself up in business, general life skills, using her strengths and helping her identify and compensate for her weaknesses. We have no plans for her to ever go back to school (alot of people seemed to think we were only doing this temporarily for some strange reason)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;‘B’ still has SID, she will always have SID, I don’t believe there is a cure out there but our children CAN function perfectly well, we just have to help them find their own unique way of life…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Till next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;‘B’s Mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-6903226895920492939?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/6903226895920492939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-flies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/6903226895920492939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/6903226895920492939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies…'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-7585853322228110029</id><published>2010-10-23T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T05:56:58.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alarm clocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timekeeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autism'/><title type='text'>Tick Tock, Tick Tock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday whilst at college something happened that made me smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A student had arrived for his class very late, his tutor asked him why he was so late. The response was something along the lines of ‘I was still in bed’. The tutor firmly reminded him that he knew what time his class was and that still being in bed was not a good enough excuse. The student (by now sitting on the floor) was then reminded that bearing in mind that he &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; late and that he knew what he was &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to be doing, it would be a good idea to sit at a computer and get on with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Why did that make me smile? This student as far as I know has some form of Autism…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This scenario reminded me of our life. Autism (of any form) and clock-watching don’t go hand in hand. I’ve often told her that I will be shocked if she can keep a job when she is older as she has &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;absolutely&lt;/b&gt; no concept of time&lt;/i&gt;. That sounds harsh doesn’t it, but those of you who live with people on the spectrum will know &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; what I mean (I hope!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Getting her out of the door when she’s supposed to be somewhere at a set time is like mission impossible. Yes, we’ve tried getting her up earlier, we’re tried giving her a timer, a clock, we’ve tried it all… and alarm clocks!!!!! She doesn’t even &lt;i&gt;hear&lt;/i&gt; them. We could have thirty  of them and she still wouldn’t hear them! Honestly, when she is &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt;  asleep she’s out cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It all comes down to one thing really, &lt;b&gt;time doesn’t exist for these children&lt;/b&gt;. They do things when they are &lt;i&gt;ready&lt;/i&gt; to do them, not when you &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; them to do them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In theory, it’s a lovely thought isn’t it? Doing things when we’re ready to do them? Practically, obviously it doesn’t work… imagine turning up for work at the supermarket halfway through the day and there’s hundreds of people waiting for you to open the doors! Imagine a doctor’s surgery where the patients and the doctors turn up when they feel like it. Imagine plans taking off when the pilot felt ready to get into the plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;OK, so having said that they do things when they are ready to do them, they don’t actually do it on purpose. They get just as frustrated as we do, ‘B’ often says she doesn’t mean it to happen but she just doesn’t get why time is so important. She even &lt;i&gt;knows&lt;/i&gt; that getting up earlier won’t work but she doesn’t know &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; it won’t work. In her world she thinks she’s on schedule! Good job I have a fairly flexible timetable but not all of us have that luxury.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But seriously, I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; wonder how she will cope in the big wide world. She’s really, really smart but her timekeeping is not going to help her hold a job down. Knowing what our school experiences were like, do bosses even exist that could comprehend something like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Till next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;‘B’s Mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-7585853322228110029?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/7585853322228110029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2010/10/tick-tock-tick-tock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/7585853322228110029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/7585853322228110029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2010/10/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock, Tick Tock'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-3548767027539816445</id><published>2010-05-20T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T04:06:40.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fabrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tolerances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sid'/><title type='text'>Can a girl really have too many clothes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If she’s got SID then the answer is most definitely YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It sometimes feels as if clothes are the most evil thing on the planet in our house. Why? Clothes &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; drive ‘B’, and me, come to that, almost to the point of insanity. I have to say, she has come a long way on this one but I decided to blog about it because it used to be a huge problem for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;There is no successful formula for this one. Depending on what she’s going to be doing, where she’s going, who she’s with, how sensitive her skin is that day, we can end up abandoning everything because they don't feel right. It may sound funny but it’s not, this is a very real problem, especially on those days when she can’t bear to wear &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;She wouldn’t throw out anything either. So when she was having one of those days, she would trying on everything, and I mean, &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;! Even if it meant trying to stuff her foot into a shoe that was 3 sizes too small, it just &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; have worked! She knew it wouldn’t fit because she’d grown but had to try anyway. But this in turn leads to frustration because after a while, having tried everything in her wardrobe her sensory system is in freefall, it doesn’t know what works anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wardrobe 101!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Don’t &lt;b&gt;force&lt;/b&gt; them to wear anything! Even if the weather dictates a certain type of clothing, let them go with what they feel comfortable with. A child will &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; let themselves freeze, they will ask for a coat if they need it. ‘B’ likes to wrap herself in a blanket rather than wear a coat, if she &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; wear a coat it can’t be fastened up it has to be open!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Don’t pick their clothes for them, let them choose what works for that moment in time. Even if the pattern or colour doesn’t co-ordinate, the priority is to feel comfortable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Choose a wardrobe of clothes that meets &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; possible sensory needs (something tight, loose, floaty, constricting, heavy, light etc. etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If possible &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; to limit the &lt;i&gt;amount&lt;/i&gt; of clothes. Too many clothes to choose from can cause mental confusion which will lead to frustration which can lead to meltdown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Get your child to hold swatches of different fabrics in their pockets and see their reaction or ask them how that one feels. It works best if they aren’t looking at it, they may get distracted by the colour or design of the fabric, you really need to know how it &lt;i&gt;feels&lt;/i&gt;. For ‘B’ we found nylon actually made her angry! Heavy fabrics made her un-cooperative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't fall into the trap of buying loads of an item in different sizes in  the hope that ’cos she’s been living in that outfit for weeks that it  will last. As quickly as you breath, that favourite outfit can suddenly  be like wearing a suit of armour, it hurts, it scratches, it’s poke, it’s too  tight, it’s too heavy, the stitching isn’t quite the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Even having more than one of something and trying to slip one into the  washing machine, sneakily replacing it with an identical one (that you  have pre-washed and crumpled a bit because they know that new smell and  crisp finish), no that won’t fool her, not even for a second. She &lt;i&gt;knows&lt;/i&gt;  it’s not the same one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We wash our clothes with eco-friendly chemical-free unperfumed washing liquids. Sometimes the smell of chemicals can drive them nuts. For some, they may need 3 times as much fabric conditioner to make them soft enough, others may like that starchy feel. ’B’ doesn’t like her clothes ironed, she likes them crumpled. Some will only tolerate garden-dried washing, the tumble dryer making them smell funny. When they constantly complain about a previously acceptable outfit and the only thing that has changed is that you have washed it, honestly, just look at how you do your washing and try something different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hope that helps a little!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Till next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;‘B’s Mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-3548767027539816445?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/3548767027539816445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-girl-really-have-too-many-clothes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/3548767027539816445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/3548767027539816445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-girl-really-have-too-many-clothes.html' title='Can a girl really have too many clothes?'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-4653739505820970401</id><published>2010-03-14T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T04:36:32.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothers Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sid'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today in the UK is Mother's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;When 'B' was little we celebrated it just like every other kiddie does, she was too young to explain my reasoning then. But as 'B' got older I explained to her that I don't expect presents and cards on this or any other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;I don't need thanks for being her Mum, it's a job I enjoy and embrace fully. Sure we've had tough times but we've always come out the other side stronger and better prepared. I don't need a card or a present to know that she loves me. She tells me that in the little things she does every day, like coming up and giving me a big hug, for the way she looks at me when she's having ‘one of those days’, when she prefers to hang out with me than go play with friends, when she says ‘I love you Mum, you're the best!’, that sort of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;I don't buy into the whole consumerism thing: buying someone a present because somewhere someone decided it was a good way to make money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;You should buy a present because you really want to, not because it's expected of you. Sometime last year she came home from a day with her Nan and presented me with a pair of earrings that she knew I liked but didn’t have the money for at the time, they weren’t expensive I just didn’t have any cash left that day. Her Nan had given her some money to spend and she wanted to spend it on me, how sweet was that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;We're off to watch Alice in Wonderland this afternoon, just me and ‘B’, it just so happens to have fallen on Mothers Day. This is something we have been looking forward to doing since we heard about the film being made. We both love Tim Burton's films and Johnny Depp is obviously an added bonus. This is the sort of thing I like, when my daughter and I spend time together like this, she &lt;i&gt;wants&lt;/i&gt; to be there with me and I with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Oh dear, has this come out sounding sugary-sickly? I hope not. My point is, if you love someone you can tell them that any time you want. Sometimes words are all it takes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Till next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;‘B’s Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-4653739505820970401?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/4653739505820970401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2010/03/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/4653739505820970401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/4653739505820970401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2010/03/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-517042968344566640</id><published>2010-02-25T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T04:38:20.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energy saving lightbulbs'/><title type='text'>Can't wait for Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It feels like it's been a long, long winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'B' suffers from SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) and the wintery months usually affect her really badly. She sleeps ALL the time, eats for England, doesn't want to to go anywhere, do anything and probably the worst bit (for a child and come to that a Mum too), she gets horribly depressed. Or should I say, USED to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we pulled her out of school we have noticed massive changes in 'B', the obssessive compulsive behaviour that accompanied her SID has virtually disappeared and it looks like the SAD has significantly improved too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year she has required no medication, she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; taking herbal medicine when she felt she needed it! She hasn't been depressed although she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tiring of Winter now (aren't we all?). She is still eating for England, but that's no bad thing, she has always struggled to put weight on and I now feel she is looking a much healthier size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still sleeps alot but seeing as she doesn't have to get up at any particular time, she can sleep when she needs it. We've found that she has fallen into a natural rhythm, going to bed really really late and getting up late. As she doesn't have to go to school and I can pretty much work my own hours, this is working for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't been out much but in the last few weeks she has wanted to go outside just for a little bit every day. Getting enough sunlight is important for SAD sufferers, boosts the brain chemicals. Sunlight is believed to play a big part in the brain's production of key hormones (seratonin and melatonin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a huge turnaround for us all. Pulling her out of school has inadvertently eased the SAD. How? I think because she has been able to live by her own natural rhythm! It's a bit like hibernating, you know? Animals slow their metabolisms down, they store food, the sleep much longer than any other time of the year. SAD always seemed to me like a kind of hybernation. Not all animals hibernate, most don't, but why can't humans be the same? Some just need to hibernate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is now in sight and we are looking forward to getting out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to change the lightbulbs in our house, it won't be long before we have no choice in the UK. In the last year I have been trying these energy-saving bulbs. What concerns me, amongst other things that I won't go into here, is the effect it will have on 'B'. We only have lights on in the house when we need them, with the traditional bulb you turn it on and you instantly have light. With these new bulbs you have to wait and wait and wait until they build up enough light, after a few months you'll notice that they don't seem anywhere as bright either. We pretty much used 40W bulbs but to kick out the same amount of light with these new ones, it looks like we are going to have to use a much higher equivalent (what would equate to the old 100W bulbs) and keep them on pretty much all night. Energy-saving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I concerned about the effect on 'B'? The amount of light these bulbs kick out is not enough! She has a sdecial daylight bulb in her room, along with her SAD lightbox. Light is important, if the whole house is dim it stands to reason it will have a direct effect on her. I've googled this and it seems that no-one has taken this into account. The decision has been made and that's that! This IS going to have a huge impact on SAD sufferers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a pessimist by any means but the future doesn't look bright (not with energy saving lightbulbs anyway) LOL! I guess I'm going to have to stockpile. Just how many lightbulbs can you get in a cupboard under the stairs, I guess I'll have to find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, time to get off my soapbox!&lt;br /&gt;Till next time&lt;br /&gt;'B's Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-517042968344566640?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/517042968344566640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-wait-for-spring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/517042968344566640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/517042968344566640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-wait-for-spring.html' title='Can&apos;t wait for Spring'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-5707465922806917109</id><published>2009-12-07T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:47:14.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home schooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education at home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home-ed'/><title type='text'>We did it our way…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Been a while since my last Blog, been trying to get our heads around where/how to start our home-ed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;trying to get into a rhythm which took longer than I anticipated (maybe that was just my naivety),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; but in the end it just kinda feel into place by itself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College began in September: I’ve had one daytime class to teach and one (out of possibly two) nightclasses to teach. Add to that one course (nightclass) I’ve had to do. Try to squeeze in some Design Work. Clinic on a Tuesday (trying to build up a Healing Practice) and most important of all, home-edding ’B’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel we’re left ironing out the bumps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be honest, it didn’t all go smoothly in the very beginning. Gave her 6 weeks to get school and school-ways out of her head (and mine!). After half-term it was time to get cracking but to my horror I was faced with a very resistant daughter! I told her that if this was going to work then she needed to co-operate and work with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a teacher I am aware of different learning styles and it seemed logical to work out ‘B’s style so I could deliver her education in the most effective way. We’ve taken a few weeks trying different methods and I think we finally cracked it at the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’B’ struggles to write anything down, her brain goes faster than her hands, she sees it in her head how she wants it to look and it never comes out that way. With ‘B’, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; to be right, there is no compromise, no inbetween, if it doesn’t come out like it looks in her head then she gets cross with herself and inevitably stomps off! Also the sound of a pencil/pen on the paper is akin to us hearing someone scrape chalk across a chalkboard, it’s a painful audio experience, remember ’B’s got incredibly sensitive hearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can type really fast for a 10 year old so most of the time I get her to type out her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been studying blood this week and used one of her favourite resources, the whiteboard. I’ve found delivering her work in bitesize pieces works best for us, just dig out the hard facts, forget about ifs, ands and buts and enhancements. We created a kind of flowchart and it worked great. She retained the information and enjoyed the whole process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s where I nearly came unstuck, OK so how to save this flowchart so we can build up learning evidence for the Local Education Authority? Obviously too big to scan! Tried photographing it, couldn’t get it all in focus – it’s an A2 whiteboard! Tried to get her to try and write it in her book – not going to work either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to my sis-in-law about how to proceed. She said what about sticky labels? Went home pondering on that one, mmm, had potential but needed more thought. Anyway I was wandering around Tesco on Sunday and there it was, right in front of me, Post-It Notes!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived home with a very large supply of Post-It Notes. Simple, just recreate the flowchart using Post-It’s. She loved it, said it was fun and when could we do the next one? Sorted!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so simple that it should have been the first thing I thought of. If she made a mess or a mistake it was easily remedied, new Post-It Note. If it didn’t all fit properly on the page when she finished, we simply repositioned it. Then all she had to do was put in the connecting lines. And it looked really neat too (she hates it if it doesn’t look neat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our first meeting with the LEA on her birthday in a few days. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; dreading it, thinking they were going to crucify us because we hadn’t done enough work etc etc but now I feel we’re going to be OK. We now have a plan of action in place. So wish us luck, we’ll let you know how it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time&lt;br /&gt;’B’s Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-5707465922806917109?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/5707465922806917109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-did-it-our-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/5707465922806917109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/5707465922806917109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-did-it-our-way.html' title='We did it our way…'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-6143191592369450073</id><published>2009-10-28T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T03:55:38.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When is a chip not a chip?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You may be thinking, strange question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In SID Land, it’s not so strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating is something that ‘B’ has been doing well with, since we told her she would be home-ed she has been able to try new foods, new textures, new colours etc. Great progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to fall into a false sense of security with SID, you know, just as you think you’ve got on top of something, another ‘thing’ will take it’s place or an old one will spring back up into action, so don’t be fooled into thinking it’s fixed, it just might… there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a small chance you’ve cracked  it… but it just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘B’ likes to go for lunch on a Sunday at the local Supermarket cafe, a small miracle in itself but that’s another story. Apart from not coping when they insist in putting her chips in a bowl even though they should be used to her coming in by now, but last weekend they changed the shape of the chips. Now to a ‘normal’ child, a chip is a chip, right? Not to an SID child, like alot of children with any aspect of Autism (Spectrum or not) the spontaneous change of the appearance of an up until now accepted food is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big deal&lt;/span&gt;. They had gone from ‘normal’ chip shape to big flat ones, needless to say those chips didn’t make the journey to ‘B’s stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking, so I have compiled a useful (well I hope it may prove useful) list of things to consider when faced with trying to feed your non-eating/fussy-eater SID child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)    Texture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the food your child &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; eat, is there a common theme with texture? Take ‘B’ for example, she is Sensory Defensive, she doesn’t like anything in her mouth for more than a second, she needs foods that don’t require alot of chewing. Hence she eats lots of what I call slimy foods, foods that can be swallowed quickly. She can’t eat tuna or rice without being sick, think about it, they are dry, they don‘t slide down the throat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)    Colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to other Mums with SID children, it appears alot of them like yellow foods. I haven’t a clue why. Maybe visually yellow is an inoffensive colour, it doesn’t hurt the eyes? I don’t know for sure, but ‘B’ was definitely a yellow foods girl! I’m happy to report that we now will also eat green foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)    Shape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pointed out above, shape is important. Again, circles seems to be an acceptable shape. Think about this, circles have no edges, maybe edges cause problems in the chewing process? Others will only eat something if it is chopped into tiny pieces, this may be because they have an over-sensitive oral system that can’t handle tiny pieces, because again, they don’t require as much chewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)    Together Foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know what else to call this section LOL! For a long time ‘B’ would only eat her food if each component was on a different plate. It is a well known fact that Autistic children will freak out if their foods are touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5)    Temperature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Again ‘B’ likes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of her food room temperature. Doesn’t matter what they are meant to be, hot or cold, she’ll only eat them when they are at room temperature. Again think about it, bland foods eaten at bland temperatures. Spicy food children may only eat hot foods and never touch cold foods. Ice cream children may only eat really cold foods. Get it?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6)    Utensils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Does your child try to eat everything with a spoon? Even things that don’t require one? There is a reason for this, if they do, it’s all about making sure the food goes ‘down the hatch’ without touching the sides! I don’t worry what ‘B’ uses to eat with, as long as it’s not dangerous obviously, it may look strange to me but if she’s comfortable with it, so am I. Look at the plates you use, are they plain, do they have a picture, which one does your child use the most? Shapes and colours of cups are just as important, as are drinking straws. Just be observant and find your child’s pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7)    Where to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is alot of pressure on people to make sure everyone eats at the same table for meals. There are so many reasons why this is hard for an SID child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a)    Contamination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else breathing over their foods equates to contamination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b)    Concentration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘B’ eats more and best when she is in front of the TV. The TV provides a distraction for her so she is not solely concentrating on her food. Without this distraction eating becomes a huge ordeal for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c)   Eating Habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people’s eating habits, particularly other small children who don’t necessarily have great table skills. Things like eating with mouths open, getting food all over themselves, people talking whilst eating – these are all things that can cause an SID child great stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve obviously only really given examples of our own experiences. I can’t stress enough that the key to getting on top of SID, I think, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really get to know your child &lt;/span&gt;(inside and out)! Forget about what is expected from society, what the parenting books say you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be doing, what others expect of you. Your ‘normal’ is just a different type of normal to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m of the opinion that we shouldn’t be trying to get them to fit into our world, we should be looking at how to fit into theirs. Put yourself in their shoes, do you really think they do this on purpose? You know, in your heart, they don’t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes time and patience, but believe me, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; find a pattern. This pattern is as unique as every child that has SID, no two are going to be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time&lt;br /&gt;‘B’s Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-6143191592369450073?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/6143191592369450073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-is-chip-not-chip.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/6143191592369450073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/6143191592369450073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-is-chip-not-chip.html' title='When is a chip not a chip?'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-6976558073087314954</id><published>2009-10-08T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T06:03:09.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons come, seasons go…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and in SID land we meet the incoming seasons with some trepidation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing seasons have a funny effect on our little SID folk, particularly summer to autumn and winter to spring. It’s not just the change in temperature, we also have the clocks to contend with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happens? Bear in mind that SID kids’ brains are out of sync, their brains don’t always interpret the messages the way they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: In winter you’ll probably see ‘B’ insisting on wearing flip-flops, shorts, short sleeves and insisting that it’s too hot for a coat. If you feel her hands, she’s actually warm and toasty! In the spring she’ll put on her winter coat, button it up to the top, get out her boots and gloves and insist she’s freezing cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so it does conjure up an amusing picture but it’s really not that funny. Their internal thermostats are running amok, their external bodies can sense a change in temperature and humidity but the brain is insisting the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clock changes in our house take about a month to adjust to, her body clock refuses to get into sync (and why should it, they are after all known as the out of sync children LOL), so we have ‘B’ not only dressing inappropriately, but wanting to do so at the time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; internal clock tells her to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is different for us in that ‘B’ is now home-schooled. This at least means that when her body refuses to wake up she can at least let it sleep. In theory this should help as she will be able to follow her own rhythm instead of the clocks! That’s the theory anyway, we’ll let you know what happens in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time&lt;br /&gt;‘B’s Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-6976558073087314954?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/6976558073087314954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/10/seasons-come-seasons-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/6976558073087314954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/6976558073087314954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/10/seasons-come-seasons-go.html' title='Seasons come, seasons go…'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-4870215790904849222</id><published>2009-09-18T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T02:38:40.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PTLLS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college education'/><title type='text'>This could be the straw that broke the camel’s back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forgive me for digressing from the usual theme of my posts but I have to get something off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I think I may have wasted 3 hours of my life… and unfortunately I’m probably going to waste another 3 hours every week for the next 11 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? I have been teaching at the local college for the last 4 or 5 years (can’t remember exactly). I got involved in teaching as a way of passing on the knowledge I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; gained in 21 odd years in graphic design. Our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘hopelessly out of touch’&lt;/span&gt; Government decided that all non-qualified teachers have to do a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PTLLS*&lt;/span&gt; course by 2010 or give up teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This course is supposed to prepare us to teach!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; From what I saw last night I’m not sure I want to teach anymore. No wonder our kids are leaving places that are meant to prepare them for a career with no idea of what they’re doing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be turned into an academic. I don’t want to waste precious hours of my life filling out paperwork in triplicate. I just want to share my knowledge to help prepare people to work in the graphic design industry. I don’t want to think until my head feels like it’s going to burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I’m not sure I’m going to see this course through. I’m not a quitter, I love learning, my head is full of ‘stuff’ that I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; accumulated over the years but this just seems so far removed from what I do and how I do it. I’m not perfect and  I’m not the best teacher in the world but I get the result I set out to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so rants over, I’ll get back to some real work.&lt;br /&gt;Till next time&lt;br /&gt;’B’s Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*PTLLS – Preparation to Teach in the Life Long Sector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-4870215790904849222?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/4870215790904849222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-could-be-straw-that-broke-camels.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/4870215790904849222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/4870215790904849222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-could-be-straw-that-broke-camels.html' title='This could be the straw that broke the camel’s back'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-7606558553294769285</id><published>2009-09-09T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:55:18.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home ed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='individuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home schooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Rome wasn’t built in a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;OK, so although school started this week, we haven’t started home-ed yet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘B’ needs time… time to adjust. Remember we’ve only just decided to home-ed. I think the reality of it kicked in (for both us) on Tuesday. We were getting ready to drop ‘B’s dad off to do a Mind Body Spirit Fayre, we were loading up the car and I think it was then that ‘B’ noticed everyone going to school (and it hit home). Me, I had to shake the feeling that she wasn’t ‘skiving’, I know it sounds silly, but I did have to remind myself that I don’t have to run around in the shadows, I can stand tall and proud and say ‘we home-ed’ if anyone challenges us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I realised how much conditioning has been going on, for all of us. We need time to get our heads out of the traditional educational pattern and get ourselves into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; pattern, and that our pattern is going to be ‘B’-shaped! What does ’B’-shape look like? Mmm, kinda random and certainly unusual!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of last week I was convinced I needed to be more organised and get some sort of semblance of order if this was going to work. Today I’m thinking, why on earth did I think that? We don’t have to follow any timetable or curriculum, we can literally just go with the flow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve already experienced a certain amount of liberation from our previous constraints, in the form of ‘B’s newly opened willingness to try new things and her new found ability to be able to get into the car and actually go somewhere without having a panic attack or not being able to get out of the bathroom until she’d been to the toilet 20 times (and then if she lost count we would have to start again or in most cases just give up and stay home). We went to Southwold’s Maize Maze and had a wonderful time, it’s been sooo long since we’ve been able to go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anywhere&lt;/span&gt; further than 20 minutes away, in fact, that outing has turned into one of our first home-ed projects, she took loads of photos and asked loads of questions… this is a way she enjoys learning…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;’B’ was also a stickler for routine, as with most children with any type of Autistic tendencies. Again this hit me out of the blue, a new word for us… spontaneity. Yes, we have achieved this a few times already. I think I’m beginning to see the full impact of the stress she’s been under, I knew she struggled with school, but I’m seeing a whole new ‘B’ emerging already, things can only get better right? I’d rather have a happy laid-back ’B’ than the little girl that was around this time last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As my title says, Rome wasn’t built in a day… we just need a little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve a feeling we’re going to be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time&lt;br /&gt;‘B’s Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-7606558553294769285?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/7606558553294769285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/09/rome-wasnt-built-in-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/7606558553294769285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/7606558553294769285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/09/rome-wasnt-built-in-day.html' title='Rome wasn’t built in a day'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-1650227514760268654</id><published>2009-08-17T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:56:07.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home ed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home schooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sid'/><title type='text'>Taking the plunge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s been a hard few weeks. We’ve talked and talked and talked about it. We’ve asked family and friends about it. In some ways it’s been both the hardest and the easiest decision we’ve ever had to make…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home Ed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘B’ has struggled with school ever since she started going. Without going into any of the finer details, we came to the conclusion that no matter how many meetings we have with the school, no matter how many times I try to explain it (and believe me I’ve lost count of the number of times I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; tried to explain it), we just aren’t making &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; progress at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think ‘B’ can take another winter like the last 3, I don’t think I can either. What everyone seems to forget is that I’m the one who has to pick up all the pieces when it all goes wrong…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t help that we both had different thoughts on the subject. Ultimately we both want to do what’s best for our daughter. It’s a huge responsibility and it wasn’t a decision that we made lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve started looking into Home Ed a long long time ago, I guess I always had a sneaky feeling this was the road we were going to take at some point. So now we have, what does it feel like? In a word, liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have tried to fit our square peg into a round hole for so long, now it’s time to make a new hole, one that’s ‘B’ shaped. On those days when she can’t bear to wear any clothes we’ll be doing lessons in her PJ’s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘B’ is excited, I’m excited, Dad is wary! He learnt along time ago to trust my instincts, he knows we‘re going to be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll keep the Blog updated with how things progress. I’m now off to write an Educational Philosophy Statement for the LEA, I wonder what I’ll put in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time&lt;br /&gt;’B’s Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-1650227514760268654?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/1650227514760268654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/08/taking-plunge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/1650227514760268654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/1650227514760268654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/08/taking-plunge.html' title='Taking the plunge'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-959128440966556503</id><published>2009-07-06T01:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:49:13.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spectrum Disorders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autism'/><title type='text'>Please Don’t Apologise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The few times I find myself mentioning that my daughter has SID to new people, I have found the first thing they say is: ‘I’m so sorry’. Why are they sorry? I’m not…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’d better explain a little more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s obvious from that response that people think there’s something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; with my child. Actually I like to look at it another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child is unique, sure she has problems but hey don’t we all? I have a relationship with my daughter that is so strong, we know each other so well that we don’t even have to speak to know what the other is thinking. I treat her as a little person, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not a kid&lt;/span&gt;, a person. I ask her opinion, I respect her thoughts. (Now just because she gets a say in everything doesn’t mean she rules the roost, what it does mean is that we respect her opinions and take that into consideration, after all she is part of our family). She has a totally different perspective on things, she takes notice of things others take for granted, she opens my eyes up to all possibilities, she has a beautiful heart, she truly cares for people. We don’t ignore her. In truth, we probably learn more from her than she does from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has caused some of her friends to envy our relationship because they wish their parents took notice of them in the same way. We are not perfect, we are not always right, but we do work together as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth would I want to change her? I love her just the way she is, as time goes by she is learning how to adapt to her needs and is doing a great job so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you come across someone who has a child with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; type of disability, and you feel those words forming on your lips, maybe rethink it: have empathy yes, but please don’t feel sorry for us. We are truly blessed with these children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time&lt;br /&gt;‘B’s Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-959128440966556503?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/959128440966556503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/07/please-dont-apologise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/959128440966556503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/959128440966556503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/07/please-dont-apologise.html' title='Please Don’t Apologise'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-7293429057579765463</id><published>2009-06-29T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:38:17.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aspergers'/><title type='text'>Sick of the sound of my own voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really don’t know why I bother sometimes. I’m sooo fed up with having to explain SID over and over and over and over… for those of you in the same boat you’ll know exactly what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won’t somebody just realise that living with SID and having SID basically in a nutshell means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life is hard work, every day is hard work&lt;/span&gt;. Having SID is not a game, it’s not about getting your own way, it’s not about being picky…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone about to slide down this slippery slope we call SID World, here are some things you’d better get used to:&lt;br /&gt;1) Explaining SID and it’s impact on your child’s life sooo many times you begin to question your own sanity.&lt;br /&gt;2) Expect no help ’cos that’s basically what you’ll get! Certainly not in the UK anyway.&lt;br /&gt;3) Get used to the idea that no-one really even understands what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;4) Prepare yourself for spending alot of your precious time running round and round in circles.&lt;br /&gt;5) Stand your ground, if you’re convinced it’s not Aspergers don’t accept any other diagnosis.&lt;br /&gt;6) Be prepared to defend yourself as to why it’s not Aspergers, oh yes, this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;‘B’s Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-7293429057579765463?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/7293429057579765463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick-of-sound-of-my-own-voice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/7293429057579765463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/7293429057579765463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick-of-sound-of-my-own-voice.html' title='Sick of the sound of my own voice'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-5434683361517135768</id><published>2009-06-17T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:06:26.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensory defensive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>And the floodgates did open…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monday morning… I’m getting ready downstairs, hear ‘B’s alarm clock going off, hear it turned off really quickly, hear footsteps to the bathroom, hear footsteps back from bathroom, hear footsteps on the stairs… mmmm, something not quite right. Usually takes at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; half an hour to achieve all that. Door swings open and there we have a rather bedraggled ‘B’, looking something like Alice in Wonderland when she starts crying and flooding the place because she couldn’t stop, bless her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cried and cried and cried, I was soaked, had to change tops! Grabbed some Emergency Essence Flower Remedy which was gratefully received – not the usual resistance – and we waited for the storm to calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what brought this on? In one word: ANXIETY. ‘B’ is what they call Sensory Defensive. Her nervous system is basically in a state more commonly known as the Fright or Flight State ALL the time. Can you even imagine what that must feel like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the clocks changed ‘B’ had sprung back into action, happens every year, this last Winter for some reason being especially bad. She’s been doing so well though, a bit too well. Since April she had decided to stay for packed lunch, normally she comes home every day (except swimming day ’cos otherwise we’d be coming back before we’d got home!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found coming home for lunch gave her some time to regroup before the afternoon, this has worked really well for her so far. Downside is me having to traipse backwards and forwards to school all day (good job I’m self-employed huh?) but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make. It makes sense, a happy ‘B’ equates to a happy Mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story: something had to give. The last few days she hadn’t been quite so ‘bounce out of bed’ more like ‘roll out of bed once I’ve been given a little push’ type of thing. I think the extra stress of being at school all day  every day  finally took it’s toll on her. Whether she wanted to or not, her body needed to let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let it all out she most certainly did. Afterwards she commented that she didn’t understand why she had been crying but that she felt alot better. A day off school was all that was needed to put her back on course. Why a day off? If you had seen her, you wouldn’t be asking this question. She was exhausted, remember it wasn’t just tears that she shed, it was all the anxiety too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so it’s now Friday and we’ve found the culprit. This is quite usual for us but I think it’s important to find the cause of the anxiety, you can avoid a repeat scenario if you know what sets her off, you know? 2 things: Sports Day, in ‘B’s world, this is on a par with school plays, it’s a performance in front of spectators and that freaks her out! She’s not able to participate and just enjoy the experience, whether a successful outcome or not she should still enjoy it. It’s the combination of the competitiveness, the pressure of coping with people watching, too many people in one place, schoolmates telling her she’s going to make them lose ’cos she’s not a natural-born athlete, that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd: anxiety about whose class she’s going to be in next school year. They usually leave it until a day or 2 before the end of year, not enough time in SID World to prepare and assimilate. We do plenty of work during the holiday to get her used to the idea but I’m not sure the school truly understands what living with SID is like. Because she appears so ‘normal’ (I hate that word) I think they forget, or maybe don’t even fully accept, that preparation is key to EVERYTHING we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution: I don’t put my daughter through any more stress than is ABSOLUTELY necessary. I’m the one that has to cope, B’s the one that pays the price. Is it really worth letting her get sooo stressed? You may not agree with me, but I don’t think it is. So, morning off school and a letter explaining the whole situation to her teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is so important, if I am to help the school understand I need to be open and honest with them… Communication with your child is equally important, if they can understand how their body works and why it happened, they can learn to help themselves. In turn it helps them feel that they have some control over the SID, not the other way around, and empowerment is a wonderful tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;‘B’s Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-5434683361517135768?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/5434683361517135768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-floodgates-did-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/5434683361517135768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/5434683361517135768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-floodgates-did-open.html' title='And the floodgates did open…'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-8696902623160752938</id><published>2009-06-04T05:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T06:03:48.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meltdowns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sid'/><title type='text'>For once it didn’t go pear-shaped</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;School holidays – usually not something either ‘B’ or I look forward to. Not because we dread spending time together, quite the opposite actually, she’s in her element when it’s just me and her – it’s the break in routine that does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like alot of children with Autistic Spectrum Disorders (ASD’s), SID kids need their routine, some of them to the point where everything is timed down to the exact minute. Luckily for us ‘B’ isn’t THAT particular but changes in her routine usually flip her out. So, we try to get up the same time, start doing stuff when she would begin her school day, finish when the school day would finish – you get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woe betide you if you slip in some spontaneity. SID and spontaneity don’t co-exist nicely, in fact they don’t co-exist AT ALL. EVERYTHING has to be set out the night before, no deviations from the plan. Oh, and just a tip, don’t promise anything either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises are like routine and you will usually end up breaking that promise. You know the kind of thing, ‘I promise we’ll go to the park tomorrow’ and then a freak rainstorm hits, everywhere is cold, wet and waterlogged. SID kids take promises literally. They don’t see the unforeseen events as a reason to break a promise. Even though logically their brain understands you can’t play when the park is flooded, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you promised they could go&lt;/span&gt;. I think, that’s kinda where the Meltdown may come from, I don’t know, it’s almost like that unforeseen event causes confusion instead of logic, the confusion then leads to frustration and the frustration inevitably leads to Meltdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s better to word it differently, something along the lines of ‘If we can, maybe we’ll go the Park tomorrow’, even when she says ‘Promise?’ I reinforce it with ‘We’ll try our best OK?’. I’m not promising… so in her mind, logically it will make sense if something crops up and we can’t go. Does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the story… First day back at school is usually a practice-run for us. We go through the motions and indeed the intention of getting to school, but realistically we usually end up at Meltdown point and ‘OK let’s try again tomorrow, we’ve had a practice so you know what you’re doing now don’t you?’ kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learnt not to push, I recognise the signs by the body language and the expression on her face. There is absolutely NO POINT in pushing it to a Meltdown, it doesn’t do you any good and it most certainly doesn’t do them any good. You get so you can head a Meltdown off before it gets to boiling point, you just have to learn the art of knowing your child inside out. You know how it will turn out so why push it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were Monday morning, hoping for a successful departure, not EXPECTING a disaster (that’s negative thinking and they pick up on that, trust me!), more of being prepared for a disaster and… it didn’t happen! ‘B’ actually got to school in one piece and on time and a smile on her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something we have struggled with EVERY holiday so this was a major step forward. She was really pleased with herself, as was I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the irony, that doesn’t mean it’s fixed now, next holiday we could go backwards, with SID you never know what’s coming next. We just try not to think about it, deal with each day as it comes, don’t make any long-term plans and basically go with the flow. If you stress about it you WILL become a mess, better to accept it for what it is and adapt, you’ll get through it much better if you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;‘B’s Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-8696902623160752938?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/8696902623160752938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-once-it-didnt-go-pear-shaped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/8696902623160752938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/8696902623160752938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-once-it-didnt-go-pear-shaped.html' title='For once it didn’t go pear-shaped'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929504016973502033.post-6997735695370321215</id><published>2009-05-28T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:28:39.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensory integration dysfuction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autism'/><title type='text'>A different type of normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="preview"&gt; &lt;div style="display: block;" id="previewbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where to start…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I was inspired to start my own Blog after coming to the conclusion that 'If Mohammed won't come to the mountain, the mountain must come to Mohammed’, in this case I’m the mountain and Mohammed is every ‘official’ I seem to have come up against, trying to get them to see that SID &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; real and if no-one will acknowledge it, how on earth will we ever make it a condition that everyone is familiar with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the UK it’s unheard of, to the point where the local Mental Health Trust &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can’t&lt;/span&gt; make a diagnosis (even though they concur with you that’s it’s most likely is SID, after they’ve looked at your research, your reasons for thinking it’s SID, googled official websites to find out more, listened to your arguments why it’s not Aspergers) because it doesn’t even appear on some International List of Disorders that they have to adhere to… I refused to accept what they said was the ‘nearest alternative’ diagnosis: Aspergers, it’s not Aspergers! I was even told to tell her school etc. that it was Aspergers, purely because people now know what it is and have a basic understanding of the condition. So for crying out loud… how is SID going to become better known if we just tell people it’s something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is SID? It’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;Aspergers, it’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; ADHD and it most certainly is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; attention-seeking spoilt brats manipulating poorly-skilled parents. SID &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a very complicated condition, I think it’s safe to say that no 2 children who have it are ever going to be alike, it’s heart-breaking from a parent’s point of view and extremely frustrating from the child’s point of view. SID is on the Autistic Spectrum and can co-exist with other conditions like ADHD, Aspergers, OCD, AD, PPD-NOS, SAD, Bi-Polar etc. It takes alot of work, from all sides, not just the sufferer, and just as you think you have finally got something under control, something else pops up and bites you in the butt and creates a whole new set of problems. Even strategies that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;used&lt;/span&gt; to work may one day no longer be a viable option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my daughter ‘B’ was first diagnosed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I tried to find a way that a 7 year old could understand it. I used a pasta as an example: when the brain sends a signal to the body, it’s like a message travelling down a long piece of straight spaghetti, it gets to it’s destination with no interruptions or confusion. When the brain sends a signal in someone with SID, it’s like a whole plate of spaghetti, all mixed up, the signal can‘t find it’s way through the tangle of pasta and ends up either in the wrong place or gets lost in the mess. Does that make sense to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so easy to feel overwhelmed and defeated with SID, but we’ve always tried to view it as an ‘inconvenience’, if you like, not an all-consuming nightmare. If you try to look at SID as the annoying little side-kick instead of the super-villain, you will come to realise that you’re no different to any other family, it’s just your ‘normal’ is a different ‘type’ of normal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a wonderful Blog on My Blog List, that I think sums it up better than I could ever do (Pancakes Goes Awry – Friday, October 10, 2008). Please take time to read it, it’s an education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings till next time&lt;br /&gt;B’s Mum &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8929504016973502033-6997735695370321215?l=living-with-sid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/feeds/6997735695370321215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/05/different-type-of-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/6997735695370321215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8929504016973502033/posts/default/6997735695370321215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://living-with-sid.blogspot.com/2009/05/different-type-of-normal.html' title='A different type of normal'/><author><name>TurtleBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496572488939487030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQx0sSxAdaM/S9ljN-nGL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBRRxAhf1l8/S220/SKYS_003_changed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
