If looking after children is a full-time job, looking after autistic children is more like running a small franchise. This blog is about the various health and education professionals we’ve dealt with since Euan was first diagnosed five years ago. I should preface it by saying that as individuals, they’ve mostly been professional, helpful and informative. I recognise they have their own demands and pressures, that working conditions are far from ideal and probably getting worse. But from a parent’s perspective trying to bundle up that care and manage it can be a hideous tangle.
In the context of both our children we’ve come into contact with educational psychologists, speech and language therapists, occupational therapists, social workers, paediatricians, and clinical psychologists, as well as various school and nursery staff. (This is quite a short list: plenty of other parents would add sleep counsellors, dieticians, various other doctors and therapists, and even the police.) Some of them are assigned fairly quickly; for others (such as occupational therapists) there is a waiting list. Many services are only available once your child has been diagnosed – which itself entails a wait of between six and 18 months. Most of them carry out assessments and write reports. These often contain a referral to another expert or therapist – which means going on another waiting list and adding yet another phone number to the lengthening chain.
The exact nature of their roles is not always clear to begin with. For example, an educational psychologist will assess your child’s suitability for a certain type of school: should they be in mainstream or special needs education, and what classroom support do they need? It’s only later on that you realise that this is an obligation to the education authority, not the parent, and that their main criterion is to fill places in schools, in the context of increasing budgetary restraints. Once you understand that, you can start to understand why and how they make their decisions.
From the parent’s perspective, the hardest and most daunting aspect of the exercise is getting everyone to work to the same script. Since none of them has a leading role, that task falls to the parent. Magteld has spent much of the last three years organizing meetings between schools, health professionals and therapists, sometimes as many as three a week. And still people ask her whether she misses working full-time. The more frustrating thing is that after putting in so much work to bring people together, the parent is often the one whose voice is crowded out.
The other major issue is communication. Schools, doctors and therapists who aren’t in regular contact seem incapable of talking to each other (this is one advantage of special needs education, where therapists work directly with the school). Contact with parents is even more sporadic. When Euan was transferred from mainstream to special needs education, none of his records went with him. All the work that his class teacher had done to understand and accommodate his needs dropped into a black hole. In the meantime, Magteld had fought a largely fruitless campaign to keep in contact with his educational psychologist. After not hearing from the person for months, we learned from the school that they had been in to see him every week. No reports, no feedback.
Professionals will protest that they are doing the best they can for your child, and mostly they are, but this isn’t the issue. Imagine a house being decorated by four different teams, each with a different expertise. But instead of working together on the whole building, they each take one wall and devote all their energies to it. None of them work together or even pay attention to the other three walls. So one wall is weatherproofed to the max but unpainted, another is immaculately painted but the guttering hasn’t been done, and so on. And none of the teams ever stops to ask the homeowner if they’re happy with the state of the house. That’s how managing the care of an autistic child often feels, with the parent in the role of the homeowner.
As a rule, experts are by definition the best placed people to make these decisions, but it's parents who have to live with and manage the outcome. For that reason they need to be at the hub of the decision making process. Yet all too often, keeping them updated is an afterthought at best. Pushing them to the periphery because they’re ‘awkward’ or they ‘don’t understand’ ultimately wastes more time and effort than it saves – and it does nothing for the child.
Thursday, 19 May 2011
Thursday, 10 March 2011
Why can't they just act normal?
It’s a phrase you come to live with when you have autistic children, like a creaking floorboard or a dog in the street that won’t stop barking: ‘why can’t he just ...’ You hear it from teachers (though not, to be fair, at my children’s schools), from people in the street or the shop, from casual acquaintances or other parents. But above all, you hear it going round in your head like a refrain. Why can’t Euan just get dressed without being distracted by his Lego every two minutes? Why can’t he just watch a film without laughing loudly at every dramatic scene or kicking his legs in time with the characters on screen? Why can’t he just accept the fact that there’s no cheese in the house and he’ll have to have tuna on his sandwiches? Why can’t Adam just go downstairs and put his shoes on without lining up all his cars first?
At heart it’s a question about anxiety, but it’s also about anticipation. Autistic children seek comfort in routine because the world is a big confusing place. They look for cues and find them in the objects they know best. A report from a psychologist who observed Euan in school recently put this in perspective. Whenever the class moved from one place to another or started a new activity, he looked to another child or the teacher to prompt him. At playtime he waited for the other children to move before following them out of the room. Once he’s engaged in an activity he’s quite happy, but the transition between stages is difficult for him, especially if it’s interrupted before the end. Anything out of the ordinary raises his anxiety and make him agitate for the familiar. During a dance lesson he concentrated on the steps and managed to keep time with a partner, but as soon as he sat down he pestered his teacher to go back to class. On holiday or days out, he insists on going back to the car as soon as he’s seen what he came for. This might also explain why he’s suddenly much better at dressing himself now that he has a chart on his wall telling him what order to put his clothes on in.
And it’s this heightened anxiety that feeds back into my initial question. If I can’t have a cup of coffee before leaving the house in the morning, I feel mildly annoyed and probably a bit tired, but I quickly forget about it and start to anticipate on the next thing I have to do. But my autistic children don’t do this: they can’t shift between stages like this unprompted or anticipate what’s coming next. They need either a prompt from outside or a clue within the task that tells them that it’s finished and they can progress to the next thing. Deviating from the plan is literally unthinkable because they have nothing else to work with. The answer to the question ‘why can’t they just do it differently?’ is simply: ‘they just can’t.’
At heart it’s a question about anxiety, but it’s also about anticipation. Autistic children seek comfort in routine because the world is a big confusing place. They look for cues and find them in the objects they know best. A report from a psychologist who observed Euan in school recently put this in perspective. Whenever the class moved from one place to another or started a new activity, he looked to another child or the teacher to prompt him. At playtime he waited for the other children to move before following them out of the room. Once he’s engaged in an activity he’s quite happy, but the transition between stages is difficult for him, especially if it’s interrupted before the end. Anything out of the ordinary raises his anxiety and make him agitate for the familiar. During a dance lesson he concentrated on the steps and managed to keep time with a partner, but as soon as he sat down he pestered his teacher to go back to class. On holiday or days out, he insists on going back to the car as soon as he’s seen what he came for. This might also explain why he’s suddenly much better at dressing himself now that he has a chart on his wall telling him what order to put his clothes on in.
And it’s this heightened anxiety that feeds back into my initial question. If I can’t have a cup of coffee before leaving the house in the morning, I feel mildly annoyed and probably a bit tired, but I quickly forget about it and start to anticipate on the next thing I have to do. But my autistic children don’t do this: they can’t shift between stages like this unprompted or anticipate what’s coming next. They need either a prompt from outside or a clue within the task that tells them that it’s finished and they can progress to the next thing. Deviating from the plan is literally unthinkable because they have nothing else to work with. The answer to the question ‘why can’t they just do it differently?’ is simply: ‘they just can’t.’
Tuesday, 11 January 2011
Visible means of support
When Euan was first diagnosed (an event that seems a lifetime ago now), we were confronted with a void. Like many families coming to terms with autism, we felt terribly, achingly alone. This wasn't strictly true or fair on the various professionals who came and went, called us with advice and thrust helpful leaflets under our noses. All that support was good and instructive, but none of it felt very comforting.
In short, we grieved. And it hurt. And one thing that no amount of expert advice can do is take the pain away. Which is why I feel that one of the most important things we did at that time was join a support group. It reminded us that there were other parents in the same situation as us, who we could learn from or just lean on when we needed a crutch. It allowed us to talk about our experience with people who had been through the same process, who wouldn't judge us, feel the need to utter empty words of comfort, or console us with the thought that there were other people in the world who were had it worse.
Crucially, there was nothing formal or structured about the group’s meetings. Every two weeks we get together in a school staff room, put the kettle on, sit around and chat about whatever's on our mind. Trained nursery staff look after the children in a separate playroom. It gives us a rare moment to breathe and talk freely as adults while knowing our children are in good hands. A couple of times in the summer we have a day out together, and once a year some of the families spend a week in a holiday park. Many autistic children don’t cope well in places like hotels and airports, struggle with major breaks from routine and have a poor sense of danger, all of which can severely curtail their families’ holiday options.
In the past we've raised funds for the group through appeals such as Children in Need and Cash for Kids, as well as our own events like charity discos. However, as we’ve recently elected a government who've decided that the disabled should have their services cut so that bankers can continue to binge on bonuses, these sources of income are drying up. In any event, though, giving to charity is bound to be one of the first casualties of a recession. So on January 23rd a few of us will be donning red suits and false beards and running the Santa Dash in Glasgow to raise money for our group.
Small local charities don't need a great deal of money and can make a real, tangible difference to people's lives. In the case of our group, the funds pay for the creche facility for about 20 nights a year and cover the cost of the annual outings. Our members come from all walks of life: what brings us together is that we all live in the south side of Glasgow and have children with autism. Life isn’t all chaos and despair. Our children are a joy, not a burden, but they sure as hell put us through the mill sometimes. And at those times, the 90 minutes a fortnight when we get together over a cup of tea and share our experiences can feel like a lifeline.
In short, we grieved. And it hurt. And one thing that no amount of expert advice can do is take the pain away. Which is why I feel that one of the most important things we did at that time was join a support group. It reminded us that there were other parents in the same situation as us, who we could learn from or just lean on when we needed a crutch. It allowed us to talk about our experience with people who had been through the same process, who wouldn't judge us, feel the need to utter empty words of comfort, or console us with the thought that there were other people in the world who were had it worse.
Crucially, there was nothing formal or structured about the group’s meetings. Every two weeks we get together in a school staff room, put the kettle on, sit around and chat about whatever's on our mind. Trained nursery staff look after the children in a separate playroom. It gives us a rare moment to breathe and talk freely as adults while knowing our children are in good hands. A couple of times in the summer we have a day out together, and once a year some of the families spend a week in a holiday park. Many autistic children don’t cope well in places like hotels and airports, struggle with major breaks from routine and have a poor sense of danger, all of which can severely curtail their families’ holiday options.
In the past we've raised funds for the group through appeals such as Children in Need and Cash for Kids, as well as our own events like charity discos. However, as we’ve recently elected a government who've decided that the disabled should have their services cut so that bankers can continue to binge on bonuses, these sources of income are drying up. In any event, though, giving to charity is bound to be one of the first casualties of a recession. So on January 23rd a few of us will be donning red suits and false beards and running the Santa Dash in Glasgow to raise money for our group.
Small local charities don't need a great deal of money and can make a real, tangible difference to people's lives. In the case of our group, the funds pay for the creche facility for about 20 nights a year and cover the cost of the annual outings. Our members come from all walks of life: what brings us together is that we all live in the south side of Glasgow and have children with autism. Life isn’t all chaos and despair. Our children are a joy, not a burden, but they sure as hell put us through the mill sometimes. And at those times, the 90 minutes a fortnight when we get together over a cup of tea and share our experiences can feel like a lifeline.
- If you’d like to sponsor me and support the South Side Communication Disorder Group, please get in touch here for details of how to donate. Because of the size of the charity we haven’t been able to set up a page with justgiving or any other online donation service.
If you live in the UK and want to find out if there’s a support group in your area, the National Autistic Society has a comprehensive Autism Services Directory on its website.
Saturday, 18 December 2010
The grammar of emotions
This blog entry was meant to follow straight on from the previous one. Somehow or other seven weeks have happened in between.
On one of the first occasions I visited a therapist in connection with Euan, I raised the subject of empathy. I was starting to understand that autistic people struggled to connect with others around them, and asked if Euan would ever get into a situation where he felt sorry for someone, but didn't know how to express it. 'Oh no,' she replied; 'an autistic person wouldn't think like that'.
This seems to have been the prevailing view until quite recently. Autistic people didn't identify with complex feelings because they just didn't have them. Their emotional lives were elementary and functional; they were essentially monochrome, oscillating between docility and extreme anxiety with nothing in between. It was supposed to be comforting, implying that they were inoculated against the nuances of deceit, betrayal, double-dealing and insincerity. They were innately honest, since they didn't perceive the value of saying or doing things purely for appearance's sake.
Yet the more I saw of autism, the less satisfied I became with this explanation. Not least because it seemed to alienate autistic people from mainstream society: if they didn't grasp shades of emotion, it implied they couldn't form deep and meaningful relationships. But also because it didn't chime with what I observed in my children's development. Although he struggled to intuit what other people were feeling, he was capable of understanding them if he was given enough clear signals. When Magteld went to bed one afternoon with a migraine, he went upstairs and got himself ready for bed without a word of fuss, even though this is usually an exhausting operation that can last several hours. When Adam swept his juice off the table in a rage and soaked himself, Euan screamed in sympathy, then fetched the kitchen roll and diligently mopped up the spill. These are not the actions of someone who can't feel your pain.
Here's a more contentious example, but intriguing nonetheless. During the summer we went to see the boys' great-grandmother in Holland. She's been widowed for some years, lives on her own and doesn't have much social contact. Her house has a large L-shaped living room that feels empty even when half a dozen people are sitting in it. Usually Adam is stubbornly indifferent to family members he doesn't see very often. But when we came to leave his great-grandmother after visiting for two hours, he suddenly started crying plaintively and calling out for her. It was so out of character that the only explanation we could think of was that he somehow picked up on her sense of loneliness.
The more I see of these responses, the more I think the problem is not so much a lack of empathy: with the right cues their empathy can be remarkably sophisticated. It's more an inability to decipher those subtle signals that people give out at times of emotional conflict - a failure to jump the chasm between what people think and what they say. If it's made explicit to Euan that someone is feeling sad, or tired, or sick, he can respond appropriately, but if you wait for him to work it out for himself, expect to be disappointed. A few autistic people have told me of the painstaking efforts they made to understand the invisible rules that others lived by, and the light-bulb moments when they manage to work out the correct response in a certain situation. In some ways it's like the difference between learning a native language and a foreign one: either way you have to learn the grammar, but the foreign student needs a textbook.
On one of the first occasions I visited a therapist in connection with Euan, I raised the subject of empathy. I was starting to understand that autistic people struggled to connect with others around them, and asked if Euan would ever get into a situation where he felt sorry for someone, but didn't know how to express it. 'Oh no,' she replied; 'an autistic person wouldn't think like that'.
This seems to have been the prevailing view until quite recently. Autistic people didn't identify with complex feelings because they just didn't have them. Their emotional lives were elementary and functional; they were essentially monochrome, oscillating between docility and extreme anxiety with nothing in between. It was supposed to be comforting, implying that they were inoculated against the nuances of deceit, betrayal, double-dealing and insincerity. They were innately honest, since they didn't perceive the value of saying or doing things purely for appearance's sake.
Yet the more I saw of autism, the less satisfied I became with this explanation. Not least because it seemed to alienate autistic people from mainstream society: if they didn't grasp shades of emotion, it implied they couldn't form deep and meaningful relationships. But also because it didn't chime with what I observed in my children's development. Although he struggled to intuit what other people were feeling, he was capable of understanding them if he was given enough clear signals. When Magteld went to bed one afternoon with a migraine, he went upstairs and got himself ready for bed without a word of fuss, even though this is usually an exhausting operation that can last several hours. When Adam swept his juice off the table in a rage and soaked himself, Euan screamed in sympathy, then fetched the kitchen roll and diligently mopped up the spill. These are not the actions of someone who can't feel your pain.
Here's a more contentious example, but intriguing nonetheless. During the summer we went to see the boys' great-grandmother in Holland. She's been widowed for some years, lives on her own and doesn't have much social contact. Her house has a large L-shaped living room that feels empty even when half a dozen people are sitting in it. Usually Adam is stubbornly indifferent to family members he doesn't see very often. But when we came to leave his great-grandmother after visiting for two hours, he suddenly started crying plaintively and calling out for her. It was so out of character that the only explanation we could think of was that he somehow picked up on her sense of loneliness.
The more I see of these responses, the more I think the problem is not so much a lack of empathy: with the right cues their empathy can be remarkably sophisticated. It's more an inability to decipher those subtle signals that people give out at times of emotional conflict - a failure to jump the chasm between what people think and what they say. If it's made explicit to Euan that someone is feeling sad, or tired, or sick, he can respond appropriately, but if you wait for him to work it out for himself, expect to be disappointed. A few autistic people have told me of the painstaking efforts they made to understand the invisible rules that others lived by, and the light-bulb moments when they manage to work out the correct response in a certain situation. In some ways it's like the difference between learning a native language and a foreign one: either way you have to learn the grammar, but the foreign student needs a textbook.
Wednesday, 27 October 2010
Biting the silver bullet
At the end of a superb and insightful interview in Wired magazine (I urge you to read it if you haven’t done so already), Ari Ne’eman is asked a question that often lurks in discussions of autism: ‘If someone offered you a pill to wake up tomorrow without autism, would you take it?’ His answer was honest and devastating, in the sense that it was a direct assault on the emotions that underpin such well-meaning enquiries. He said: ‘That’s an intensely silly question. How can I draw a line around one part of my brain and say that this is the autistic part, and the rest of me is something else?’
Ne’eman is a 22-year-old autistic man who was appointed by Barack Obama to the US National Council on Disability last December. Not everybody was enamoured with his answer to the ‘autism pill’ question. Some parents attacked him for taking such a dismissive stance to their long-cherished dream of finding a cure for autism. It is a dream that has been enthusiastically, at times aggressively, championed, by campaigning charities such as Autism Speaks, which has ploughed millions of dollars into research into the causes of, and possible medical treatments for, autism. Faced with that kind of emotional input from parents who are gripped by the wish for their children to grow up normal, it takes a fair amount of kind of courage to call their hopes and desires ‘silly’. But if Ne’eman’s choice of words can change the flow of the conversation around autism, he will have performed a great service.
The ‘magic pill’ hypothesis comes up frequently in discussions about autism without anyone pausing to consider what the question actually means. In essence, it presupposes that autism is an alien or hostile force contained within the autistic person that could, if only we possessed the right medical knowledge, be extracted and disposed of at no cost to the host. Autism Speaks' I Am Autism video took this philosophy and tied it to a sledgehammer, addressing ‘autism’ directly as an enemy agent that parents would fight tirelessly to defeat using the irresistible forces of love. Even a serious and thoughtful commentator such as Michael Blastland, in his book Joe (which, again, I recommend highly), takes time out to express the wish that his son could be released from his autism.
In the case of parents struggling to bring up severely autistic or non-verbal children, these sentiments are understandable and hardly surprising. Yet at the same time, you only have to look at the thinking behind the ‘magic pill’ question to see why the idea is so abhorrent to autistic people themselves. It gives a mythical, alien quality to their condition and, by extension, to their essential selves. Or, to quote Ne’eman again: ‘That way of looking at autism is predicated on the strange idea that there was or is a normal person somewhere inside me, hidden by autism, and struggling to get out. That's not reality.’
Taking the more severely autistic of my children as an example, there are two points I’d argue here. The first is that as far as I can see, there is no ‘autistic part’ to Euan’s brain that can be safely removed; nor is it a filter that distorts the outlook of an otherwise ‘normal’ person. It is an intrinsic part of who he is. Suppose for a second that a ‘magic pill’ really does exist. One night, before going to bed, he takes it. The next morning he wakes up a fundamentally different person. The chemicals in the pill have triggered a violent change in his personality that affects the way he sees, hears, feels, interacts with and understands everything around him. His world is suddenly filled with emotions and sensations that he could never directly perceive before. Thanks to therapy, he probably knows they are there and has developed ways to accommodate their presence, in the same way that a blind person learns the layout of the furniture in a room. But now he has to cope with them in the raw, through the strange, intense contortions of people’s faces that now scream for his attention, along with a whole range of nuances and gestures that the rest of us spent our entire childhoods and early adult lives learning to interpret (and still frequently get wrong). Faced with such an explosion of emotional input, the only reasonable reaction that I can imagine would be a total nervous breakdown.
Secondly, the ‘magic pill’ aspiration, however earnestly expressed, symbolises a desire to relieve the parents’ anxiety and discomfort, rather than the ambition to improving their children’s quality of life. I’ve always declined to join the ranks of parents that vow to ‘fight’ their children’s autism, preferring to negotiate with it instead. Autism is a condition that can be mitigated through therapy, but the person will always be autistic. They may become high achievers, such as Temple Grandin; they may marry, have children of their own and enjoy the company of a (probably small) circle of supportive friends, but their relationship with the world around them will always be an autistic one. The role of the parent, in my opinion, is to see that they don’t suffer for it; the role of society is to exploit their abilities while providing for their disabilities. It doesn’t seem too much to ask.
Much of the protestations on the part of parents boil down to a single sentence: ‘We only want the best for our children.’ This is true: of course we do. But we need to understand that it is not enough to be well-meaning. Accepting autism means accepting there is no silver bullet that will cure our children. We have to understand them from the inside out, to see things from their point of view, to share their vision of the future rather than impose our own, and to give them the thing they really feel the lack of: empathy.
Ne’eman is a 22-year-old autistic man who was appointed by Barack Obama to the US National Council on Disability last December. Not everybody was enamoured with his answer to the ‘autism pill’ question. Some parents attacked him for taking such a dismissive stance to their long-cherished dream of finding a cure for autism. It is a dream that has been enthusiastically, at times aggressively, championed, by campaigning charities such as Autism Speaks, which has ploughed millions of dollars into research into the causes of, and possible medical treatments for, autism. Faced with that kind of emotional input from parents who are gripped by the wish for their children to grow up normal, it takes a fair amount of kind of courage to call their hopes and desires ‘silly’. But if Ne’eman’s choice of words can change the flow of the conversation around autism, he will have performed a great service.
The ‘magic pill’ hypothesis comes up frequently in discussions about autism without anyone pausing to consider what the question actually means. In essence, it presupposes that autism is an alien or hostile force contained within the autistic person that could, if only we possessed the right medical knowledge, be extracted and disposed of at no cost to the host. Autism Speaks' I Am Autism video took this philosophy and tied it to a sledgehammer, addressing ‘autism’ directly as an enemy agent that parents would fight tirelessly to defeat using the irresistible forces of love. Even a serious and thoughtful commentator such as Michael Blastland, in his book Joe (which, again, I recommend highly), takes time out to express the wish that his son could be released from his autism.
In the case of parents struggling to bring up severely autistic or non-verbal children, these sentiments are understandable and hardly surprising. Yet at the same time, you only have to look at the thinking behind the ‘magic pill’ question to see why the idea is so abhorrent to autistic people themselves. It gives a mythical, alien quality to their condition and, by extension, to their essential selves. Or, to quote Ne’eman again: ‘That way of looking at autism is predicated on the strange idea that there was or is a normal person somewhere inside me, hidden by autism, and struggling to get out. That's not reality.’
Taking the more severely autistic of my children as an example, there are two points I’d argue here. The first is that as far as I can see, there is no ‘autistic part’ to Euan’s brain that can be safely removed; nor is it a filter that distorts the outlook of an otherwise ‘normal’ person. It is an intrinsic part of who he is. Suppose for a second that a ‘magic pill’ really does exist. One night, before going to bed, he takes it. The next morning he wakes up a fundamentally different person. The chemicals in the pill have triggered a violent change in his personality that affects the way he sees, hears, feels, interacts with and understands everything around him. His world is suddenly filled with emotions and sensations that he could never directly perceive before. Thanks to therapy, he probably knows they are there and has developed ways to accommodate their presence, in the same way that a blind person learns the layout of the furniture in a room. But now he has to cope with them in the raw, through the strange, intense contortions of people’s faces that now scream for his attention, along with a whole range of nuances and gestures that the rest of us spent our entire childhoods and early adult lives learning to interpret (and still frequently get wrong). Faced with such an explosion of emotional input, the only reasonable reaction that I can imagine would be a total nervous breakdown.
Secondly, the ‘magic pill’ aspiration, however earnestly expressed, symbolises a desire to relieve the parents’ anxiety and discomfort, rather than the ambition to improving their children’s quality of life. I’ve always declined to join the ranks of parents that vow to ‘fight’ their children’s autism, preferring to negotiate with it instead. Autism is a condition that can be mitigated through therapy, but the person will always be autistic. They may become high achievers, such as Temple Grandin; they may marry, have children of their own and enjoy the company of a (probably small) circle of supportive friends, but their relationship with the world around them will always be an autistic one. The role of the parent, in my opinion, is to see that they don’t suffer for it; the role of society is to exploit their abilities while providing for their disabilities. It doesn’t seem too much to ask.
Much of the protestations on the part of parents boil down to a single sentence: ‘We only want the best for our children.’ This is true: of course we do. But we need to understand that it is not enough to be well-meaning. Accepting autism means accepting there is no silver bullet that will cure our children. We have to understand them from the inside out, to see things from their point of view, to share their vision of the future rather than impose our own, and to give them the thing they really feel the lack of: empathy.
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