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Holding hands and praying for a green man 

Roads.

Difficult to navigate with lots going on, traffic in both directions, potential danger everywhere AND a journey to complete. 

Dylan had been working hard at home on crossing the road and adhering to road safety in an effort to increase independence with slow but steady progress.

I can walk along the pavements with him and I don’t need to request that he holds hands with me anymore. He often just links arms with me for stability, Dylan tires so easily when walking, and knows when we approach the kerb that he needs to hold hands, stop at the edge of the road and await either verbal instruction or discussion about our surroundings and how we can complete this crossing safely. 

Now we are in Greece the rules have changed. We have a 20 minute walk from the hotel to the beach. The traffic is fast and flows on the opposite side of the road. There is a large volume of noisy older cars and scooters and an absence of pavements. There is literally a fainted partially painted line approximately half a meter from the edge of the road. This indicates where the walkway finishes and the busy road starts. The difference between Greek and UK roads is huge.

We have visited Greece for our holidays for the last 4 years so we are accustomed to the differences. Dylan manages this well usually. 

This time round with the teenage defiance, agitation brought on by the blistering heat and non stop sweaty hands Dylan refuses to hold hands; absolutely point blank at times. It’s exasperating and terrifying just like when he was 6 or 7 and we could compromise by having him hold onto Graces pushchair. Today we have nothing but empty pleas and trying to hurry the situation along, frantically trying to avoid a catastrophe.

Not having the safety net of Graces pushchair I’m increasingly panicking until Josh calmly steps in. 

“Mum, let me try. 

C’mon Dylan lets get out the sun”.

And breathe. 

Thanks Josh x

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April is Autism Awareness Month: Day 1 – Queues

April is Autism awareness month. For anyone who doesn’t have their head in the clouds and is already AWARE of autism let’s spread that gesture to ACCEPTANCE and UNDERSTANDING.

I can’t speak for all people with autism just because I know one and I’m not going to claim to be able to. Just like I can’t speak for all women or parents just because I am one.

But I *do* know Dylan and if I can increase the worlds understanding of Dylan and his autism using everyday examples then hopefully we can all create a society that has insight and understanding for him and others like him.

Day 1: Queues.

Dylan can appear rude because he often doesn’t understand or adhere to social rules such as queuing. To Dylan if he wants to buy something in a shop and sees a cashier at the till then he wants to go straight to the till and pay.
That’s just his logic.

We are working hard on teaching him how to recognise queues and the behaviour that we all keep to when queuing:

** don’t stand too close to the person in front,

** ensure you move forward when the person in front of you does,

** don’t skip around

** don’t accidently hit anyone with your basket as you skip (even though it’s all you can do to keep yourself mentally focused on waiting in line.)

These are all factors that Dylan has to constantly be reminded of to maintain a successful queue. Queuing is a social process that you or I may take for granted but the purpose and rules of queueing are lost on Dylan because of his autistic logic; to him it seems like a pointless exercise which prevents him paying for his beloved crisps and getting the hell out of a busy shop.

So please, if he pushes in front of you or doesn’t queue without skipping or humming; don’t stare, but smile and give him time to get it right.

Theres a lot of work going on there.

#autism

#AutismAcceptance

#ItTakesAVillageToRaiseAChild

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A New Year, A New Month, A new ABA Meeting.

This year is really moving forward with plans for independence. Microwave meals, shopping, developing further independence with the coffee shop, moving tasks to unfamiliar shops and cafes to generalise skills. It’s an exciting time, albeit a bit out of our comfort zone but it seems that with every step forward there’s a splurge of dangers and unpredictability.

For example – Microwave meals, a fantastic concept in the future that Dylan can go to the shop, buy himself some microwave meals and then come home and feed himself; that would be marvellous and will make himself sufficient for a couple of hours!

The plan is to get Dylan being as independent as possible, not a difficult one you may think. However within the first 5 minutes of unpacking the ready meals there are a range of dangers which we realise all need to be managed or will require extra teaching programmes.

Firstly, pricking the plastic lids. Dylan doesn’t have the coordination to force his physical strength on the fork through the plastic lid despite trying but failing, he then defaults to picking up a rather large serrated knife to try with– ‘No no no Dylan!’

REALITY – We need to work on either directing more force on the fork or persevering with the wimpy pricking of the plastic until success. Otherwise he will lose focus and require adult intervention to continue with the meal prep thus reducing his independence.

Next is reading the instructions – when planning this it was described as Dylan seeing the number of minutes on the back of the packet and setting the microwave accordingly.

REALITY –  On the sleeve of a meal there is oodles of instructions, ingredients, descriptions and options often to either microwave or oven cook – Can you imagine microwaving a ping meal for 25 minutes??! It’ll be dust! 

So again this will need teaching – to pick out the minutes required, to identify if the item is to be microwaved or oven cooked and if so then on what setting.

Then we come to the microwave, Dylan has no electrical safety. He, as far as I am aware, does not know about the dangers of metal and microwaves.

REALITY – The health and safety risks are huge and if he is to be fully independent then he needs to be taught about electricity, the dangers and how to deal with them.

All being well, the microwave pings and the food comes out; Boiling hot food. Dylan needs to coordinate handling the hot container with a tea towel and bring it over to the plate. He needs to carefully remove the plastic wrapper – which is not an easy feat at best- and avoid being burnt by the escaping steam. 

Food and plate and go eat. Done.

In addition to this, even if he does everything right but by some unfortunate circumstance the fuse blows, there is a mechanical malfunction, the food catches alight or the food comes out uncooked; What does Dylan do? We have to teach to cover every eventuality? I feel exhausted at the concept.

However more and more we are finding this; lessons and tasks need to be broken down further and retaught to cover variants and build confidence in situations which ultimately cannot be regulated nor controlled.

Exciting times brings with it trepidation.