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Hello! I’m Carla Crim,
the Scientific Seamstress. My husband
and I are parents to the most awesome (almost) 9 year old kid. He is a science wiz, Cub Scout, 4H-er, and Futurama superfan.
A few months ago, he was diagnosed with high functioning autism, ADHD, and anxiety. Even though I have good friends with kids on the spectrum,
and have a background in biology, I really didn’t feel like I was equipped to
deal with the diagnosis. I checked out books,
read scientific articles, visited websites, etc., but by far the most helpful
and uplifting advice has come from other parents. Through Facebook, online forums, and blogs, I’ve
“met” so many moms and dads with exceptional kids. Every
story is different, as evidenced by the diverse and wonderful children featured
in this series. Thanks, Taya, for giving
me the opportunity to share our story.
Louis was actually a very easy baby. Some of it was his disposition, but we also
had a really peaceful home setting. I
was able to stay home with him, and adapted to his routine right away. He nursed and slept when he wanted, and if
something made him uncomfortable, I immediately fixed it. I spent a lot of time on the computer, feeding
him and interacting with other moms on online forums. In fact, the first seeds of concern were
planted when I’d read about other babies the same age meeting developmental
milestones. He was perfectly happy and
interactive, but wasn’t even attempting to roll over or sit up. The doctor did not seem worried, so I tried
to put it out of my mind.
When he was about a year old, we moved out of state. I was so relieved when he crawled at 12
months, and even more relieved when he finally walked at 18 months. Again, the new doctor did not seem concerned
about the delays, especially since he was doing fine socially and his fine
motor skills were good. Just like in the
old house, I structured my days around his schedule. I had a small business making and selling
doll clothes, but as he got mobile, it became harder to focus on intricate
projects. I made the switch to
patternmaking because it allowed me to spend more time on the computer, nursing
him or keeping a close watch while he played.
Like any toddler, he had his meltdowns, sensitivities, and could be just
plain recalcitrant. So, I just went with
the flow and let him be the boss…path of least resistance.
When he was about 2, I noticed that he would shut down in
loud or hectic settings. Most of the
time, he was in his stroller or in a backpack, so it really wasn’t a
problem. On the rare occasions that I
needed him to walk and hurry along, though, it was very upsetting for both of
us. Train and air travel was very
difficult, especially if I was on my own with him and schlepping bags and
carseats. Otherwise, he was never what
either one of us would call problematic. He did exhibit some “quirky” behaviors which I
now know are textbook…lining up cars, watching the same programs over and over
and over and over, etc. He wasn’t that
into playing with other kids, either. He
was great with adults, but didn’t seem to “get” other kids. We attributed this to him being the only
little one in the house.
Like any mom, I was so nervous about sending him off to
kindergarten. Thankfully, he had an
absolutely wonderful teacher, and his first year of school was very happy. He didn’t seem to have much interest in ABCs
and 123s, but he was still learning and getting on just fine. The real issues came to light in 1st
grade. He’d come home sad, wouldn’t talk
about his day, and wanted nothing to do with homework. His teacher pulled me aside at open house,
and said we needed to have a conference in advance of the scheduled conference
day. At that meeting she described a
little boy that just could not be my son – miserable, uncooperative, and lonely. I was heartbroken. We agreed that he should be evaluated by the
speech and occupational therapists. He
was tested, but no real problems were found and therapy was not recommended.
I tried to talk to him, and all I could get out of him was
that the other kids were chattering too much, and he just couldn’t think. My husband and I tried to work with him on
his learning, but it was so painful. I
just wanted him to be happy, so I didn’t push too much. Part of me felt like a bad parent, but I just
couldn’t take the tears. Things greatly
improved when he started switching classes for math. The teacher was very sweet, but also had a
good handle on discipline (no chatter).
He was also with a different group of kids and loved the subject. We were so thrilled to get papers with smiley
faces and stars for a change!
Unfortunately, by the close of the year, he was still having
problems in his main classroom. He was
tested for ADHD (which just meant surveys by parents and teachers), and the
results indicated that he might have an issue.
I talked to his doctor, and we agreed to “wait and see” if he needed
medication, etc. We moved (again) early in
2nd grade, and his new teacher immediately picked up on handwriting
issues, and was able to get him right into occupational therapy. While his grades were improving, his social
skills and attitude were not. It was
just like the previous year – the kid at school was totally different from the
kid at home. Even though he was clearly
very bright, he just wasn’t doing well. His
new doctor had him evaluated for ADHD, and got the same results. He referred us to a Developmental
Pediatrician.
It took many months to get an appointment, but they worked
us in just before the close of 2nd grade. Most of his evaluation consisted of just
talking to the doctor, and you guessed it…more surveys! At the end of that appointment, she said that
his formal speech patterns and other behaviors were very suggestive of Asperger’s
(which she explained is now categorized as high functioning autism). He is clearly bright, as evidenced by his
vocabulary and scientific pursuits. The
ADHD and anxiety are probably a result of the autism, and the more I learn,
both are very likely related to SPD.
The diagnosis was truly life changing, and in a good
way! For Louis, it meant that he could
get services and accommodations that were not available before. We had a 504 meeting before the start of 3rd
grade, and in addition to OT, he is getting counseling (group and individual)
and speech therapy. He gets extended
times for tests, and can take them in a quiet setting. Most importantly, he gets understanding! His teacher is great with him, and knows how
to keep him happy and on task. For me,
it is like a weight has been lifted. Even
though doctors told me my child was fine, a voice inside told me that was not
the case. When he reached school age, I
blamed myself for his issues. I felt
like a lazy/ineffective parent for not pushing harder. Now that we know what we are dealing with, we
can better help him. On a daily basis,
we are blown away with how he is growing and changing. I’ve always loved him, but for the first
time, I am really appreciating all the things that make him special.