Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Autism: A Biblical and Historical Glance

I am basing the content of this post on the thought-provoking prompts of Ms. Eineichner, who wrote:

“Do you think autism spectrum disorder has been "around" since the beginning of when God made Adam and Eve, not that Adam and Eve would have been diagnosed with it, but that the potential was there for people to have the characteristics? Do you think that society now tries to make people conform to idealized human expectations, instead of just being more accepting of people? How do Amish societies compare with children being diagnosed?”


I want to first give two disclaimers.
  1. I am far from an expert on the matters of autism; all of these are my own thoughts and suppositions based on the history of autism and mental health in the bible.
  2. My views do not necessarily reflect that of REACH for a Difference.


These clarifications are simply so that if you disagree, please let me know. Argue with me. The healthiest, deepest thoughts and opinions are those that are challenged through well-reasoned discourse. I will never be offended by contradiction of my ideas because at the end of the day, I am only a moderately educated 29 year old and can only really think as such.


The second disclaimer is that if you read this, knowing that I work for REACH (an organization that provides resources and services to families affected by autism), it does not mean that REACH as an entity or the other members of the organization share the same beliefs as I do. Honestly, I hope that I do not write anything that would be construed as offensive, but as my primary form of writing is a stream-of-consciousness/thinking-out-loud sort of system, I am not really certain where this is going to end up. I am usually fairly careful to keep my opinions neutral in an Aaron Burr-esque manner, but we’ll see on this particular topic.


Without further pomp and circumstance, on to the questions!


First: Do you think autism spectrum disorder has been “around” since the beginning of when God made Adam and Eve?


For those of you that follow this blog, you are probably aware, but I will go ahead and get it out there for clarity’s sake--


I am a Christian. I do believe in God and the Bible and all the nummy little tidbits that lie therein.


So, back to the question. I actually do not believe that ASD has been around since the dawn of humanity.


“There are studies that suggest” is one of the most misleading, misused arguments (in my opinion). Regardless of your stance, there will be ample studies available from friendly, helpful Google to defend your point of view. I could tell you that some scientists believe that autism has been around, at the same prevalence as we see today, for over 1000 years. Honestly, it is very hard to pinpoint when the disorder actually came into being because no one was tracking it historically, and we don’t know quite enough about the genetic indicators to be able to test residual DNA in centuries-old skeletons.


There are of course the historical figures that, through a lens of modern diagnostics, have been posthumously labeled as potentially on the spectrum--the earliest I have seen being Michelangelo (1475-1564) and Sir Isaac Newton (1643-1727).


Interesting, though specious at best, during my research for this post I stumbled upon an article that visits neurological diseases among biblical characters of the old testament. In it, the authors argue that Samson in Judges may perhaps have been on the spectrum. The stories they use to bolster their arguments point to a possible seizure (Judges 13: 25), abnormal eating in the case of honey in the lion carcass (14:8-9), failure to comprehend Delilah’s deception (chapter 16), and extraordinary human strength (14:6, and chapters 15, and his death in chapter 16) which may have been a result of an insensitivity to pain.


The most concerning and deceptive argument is that Samson’s aggression and violence is a damning trait, citing a Swedish article linking autism to violent tendencies.


You can interpret this information any way you choose; frankly, I read it as seeing what you want to see. They went into the bible looking for neurological disorders, stuck in their thumb and pulled out Samson and autism. It doesn’t really fit, and we have inadequate information to be making such a claim. The references they were able to pull come off as more eccentric, and weird is weird but not necessarily noteworthy.


The earliest probable description of an autistic child was made in 1800 by a French physician named Jean Marc Gaspard Itard. The child, Victor of Averyon, was a “feral child” who was found when he was about 12. He attempted to run away from civilization approximately 8 times before Itard took an interest in him, working with him for five years and recording the boy’s progress as he devised new ways of teaching. This was the sort of birth place of adaptive or special education for children that are developmentally delayed.


Once again, we cannot definitively say that Victor had autism, though this is more of a compelling story than the one of Samson. He was a 12 year old non-verbal absconder that was developmentally underdeveloped, but showed progress under directed and intentional adaptive tutorage. That could be any number of disorders.


All of that is speculation--we don’t know for sure on any of it. What we can be sure of is the psychiatric timeline of autism, starting with Eugen Bleuler in 1908 who coined the term “autism” to describe schizophrenic patients that had retreated into their own world. The word he used, “autism”, was from the Greek autos, meaning “self” to express how the individual seemed to be lost in a world within themselves, an “isolated self”.


For a long time, autism and schizophrenia were nearly synonymous, autism believed to be a form of schizophrenia. From a diagnostic standpoint, I can see where that would make sense. The symptoms of schizophrenia were listed as delusions, trouble concentrating, confused thought or speech, being zoned or distracted, unusual movement patterns, emotionless or flat voice, withdrawal, struggling with the basics of life, lack of self-care, difficulty organizing thoughts or making decisions. A lot of those would be indistinguishable from autism. Bleuler used “autism” to describe a morbid self-admiration.


In the 1940’s, Leo Kanner studied 11 children that presented with difficulties in social situations, difficulty adapting to changes in routine, good memory, sensitivity to stimuli particularly sound, resistance and allergies to food, good intellectual potential, echolalia or propensity to repeat, and difficulty with spontaneous activity. At the same time but separate from Kanner, Hans Asperger studied children with similar traits with the exception of echolalia (echolalia being a “meaningless repetition of another person’s spoken words as a symptom of a psychiatric disorder”).


Kanner and another child psychiatrist Bruno Bettelheim believed autism stemmed from emotional coldness from the mother.


Up until the 1960’s, schizophrenia and autism were linked in many physicians’ minds. The 1960’s and 70’s showed research into treatments for autism such as LSD, electric shock, and behavioral change techniques reliant on pain and punishment.


Autism has likely existed for several hundreds of years, if not more. I believe the pervasiveness has stayed pretty static as well. From a medical standpoint, we haven’t been all that aware of this condition until very recently, and our ability to identify it is only in the last few decades becoming refined.


Part of the rise in diagnosis is linked to our better diagnostic abilities and the implementation of routine pediatric screenings. Another ties into the last point (I will get to the middle question last; what can I say--I’m a rebel).


Question numero 2: How do Amish societies compare with children being diagnosed?


Through limited studies, it has been suggested that Amish societies have a much lower rate of ASD or learning disabilities than the general population.


Most will suggest this is because they do not vaccinate their children.


I will not personally engage in the vaccination debate. What I believe doesn’t matter; what I know is that parents that are confronting a child diagnosed with autism is short on hope. How they need to cope with this (honestly) traumatic life event, I refuse to judge.


Back to the Amish at hand: they are removed from the wonders of modern society, and (I believe) that this explains their smaller spectrum numbers.


Sit down and really focus on the sensory input that is going on around you. Think about all the things you can see, smell, taste, hear, feel. Think about your position on the earth, the movements of your body, the force you have to exert to stay in the position you are currently in. Does anything hurt? Itch? Are you hungry or thirsty? How is the temperature of the room? Which direction are you facing? Do you need to go to the restroom?


Your mind will tell you again and again how very clever and amazing it is. It really is. One of the things it does best is compartmentalizing: what is important, what is not important. Which is why after a while of being in a room you will stop noticing the smell, and why you can only actually see your nose when you consciously think about it even though it is always in your view. (You just looked at your nose, didn’t you?)


When you have autism, your mind isn’t able to determine what is important (and therefore worthy of your attention) and what is not. It isn’t necessarily this way with all the senses. Some will function more or less the same way yours does. Others will get turned up or turned down.


A bit confusing, no?


Electricity is not one steady stream as we perceive it. A fluorescent light bulb, for example, will flash on and off 120 times a second. You look at the light and see just that--light. A brain that is hypersensitive to visual input though will go “Light! Light! Light! Light! Light! Did you see the light! Light! Light!” for every one of those little pulses your mind found uninteresting. How very distracting that could be!


The fluorescent light also makes a buzzing noise caused by the transformer or the ballast, which causes the audible buzzing and flickering. Many autistics present with auditory hypersensitivity, and will hear that ambient buzzing as a though it were a fly directly sitting on their eardrum. Their mind doesn’t close the gate on background noise like a neurotypical brain might.


To accommodate for those extra-loud senses, sometimes others will be turned down--the ability to feel pain for example, which sounds fun until you remember leprosy or CIPA. God made us to feel and experience pain so that we can move away from things that are damaging our earthly bodies.


You probably already knew all of this; I offer it as a reminder because with the great convenience of modern advancements comes a veritable hurricane of offensive sensory input. In all our houses and on all our persons, in every grocery store and movie theatre and business we might frequent, there are legions of droning, warbling, beeping, blinking, incessant outputers--iPhones, televisions, radios, air conditioners computers. All of these things that our brain has eventually learned to tune out as unimportant ambience is still very much registered on a sensory level for individuals with autism.


This assaulting barrage of input is what we have to breach to be heard and really fully understood by an individual with autism. It is this impenetrable wall; once we get over it, there are still many obstacles to face instructing an autistic individual in the manner in which they can learn, but that first one is the hardest. One that many get stuck on.


Amish societies that eschew the “convenience” of modern technologies have effectively (though unintentionally) eliminated the first hurdle.


Which brings us to the final question: Do you think that society now tries to make people conform to idealized human expectations, instead of being more accepting of people?


Yes. I do.


It is really hard concept to confront: Autistics may do some things better than we do.


The easiest comparison I can make is left-handedness. The dominantly left-handed makes up about 10% of the population, but even late into the 20th century, schools would require students to write “correctly” with their right hand.


Of course, we know now that there is nothing wrong with being left-hand dominant. It does not mean you are in cohorts with the devil or destined to be a criminal. It just means you were hardwired differently.


That is much how I see autism. It is not a disease, it does not need to be cured. There is nothing wrong with the way an autistic brain functions. The failing comes not in the individual, but in our manner of teaching them.


Don’t get me wrong: it is hard. It is like trying to imagine a color that doesn’t exist. It is this huge, abstract ideal that we are only able to tackle using the information that we have available, and we keep trying to rework it into an accessible formula. The more that we are able to communicate with individuals with autism--not the parents or the ones that study them, not the professionals or teachers, but those that actually have autism--the more we are going to be able to learn, to adapt and meet them in a common place.


There are some things that would make life easier, more pleasant, if we could teach it. Specifically, a manner of communication both parties can understand, redirection from harmful or dangerous behavior, how to self-regulate with regards to sensory input.


Others just make us more comfortable. It really doesn’t hurt anything if someone isn’t making eye contact, if they are rocking or flapping because it helps them. Touching should be at the comfort level of the individual, not forcing physical contact or affection because it is expected. A person talking at length about one particular subject can get boring, but hey--who can claim to be the most interesting person every time they talk?


The common practice is to shape individual into what society demands them to be. We say it is because it will make life easier on them, they won’t stand out as much, draw attention to themselves. But that really isn’t the case. People that are different worry us. They’re unpredictable because we don’t know what to expect.


An adjustment of our expectations, a tolerance for behavior that hurts nobody but that just differs from our own, would go a long way toward making the world a more autism-friendly place.


Thank you, Ms Eineichner for the very interesting questions! I hope you found my answer satisfactory; I really enjoyed researching and writing it :)


For those of you that would like to visit my sources:

--Andie

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Emerald Today! 2016

Continuing with the Wearden Today posts--up next, Emerald! I asked her these questions and am allowing her to answer on her own; I will add commentary in brackets after her if I feel a thought needs elaboration.



Stats

Name: My name is Emerald. "Emerald" means precious jewel. On 9/11/2007 I was born  and I got my name. Mom and Dad liked the name so they got it for me.
Age:  I am 8, going on 9.
I will turn 9 this September. We are having a "holiday mash-up" thing. I want it to all-day or something. Sunshine toast, eggs, and bacon for bretfisk. Then we go open present Christmas themed, where we're like "Santa came!" We play outside with water, then we have little snacks and cookies for lunch. We play green stuff for a while. Then turky and gravy and stuff for dinner. We watch fireworks, then me and Ben play tablet. That will be my birthday.
Nickname: My friend Ellie calls me Emmy, Glo calls me Em, and sometimes Mom calls me Emmy-Lou.
Grade: Going into third grade.

Favorites

Color:
I just love green. Not light, sweet kelly green. Deep, rich green, the color of emeralds. You can tell just by knowing my name and what it means. I mean like emeralds are green. I do not like light green.

Toys:

I love my Pikachu. I got him the Christmas before last Christmas. And Puff, who is a poler bear.  have had him as long as I can remember. I sleep with him every night unless I'm at someone else's home.  [Puff is a stuffed polar bear the size of Emerald that her Uncle Patrick got for her maybe five years ago. It is filthy and well-loved.]


Books:

I love the McNinja comics because they're funny and awesome.



[Emerald reads anything and everything she can get her hands on. I took her to the Abilene Friends of the Library book sale for the first time this year--she doesn't have the endurance yet of a committed bibliophile, but she shows promise. Her choices of books ranged from a book on extraordinary Texas women to a literary composition book to a Christmas cookbook, from poetry to how to go green, and half a dozen more. She prefers nonfiction. Lately she has taken to carrying a dictionary everywhere with her so she can read it while we are driving or waiting or whatever.

She is also absolutely fascinated by the Bible; she has one that has historical facts, definitions, cultural explanations, and other random trivia. It is her go-to reading material and it has been well worn with use.]

Songs:

"Angel with a Shotgun" [by The Cab] is really cool. Good rythem, catchy tune. Daddy once introduced it to me while taking me to school. And ever since Dad told me about it, "Hamilton" has been my favorite musical.

[That child listens to the Hamilton soundtrack every day, all day long. She sings "Helpless" and knows every word to "You'll Be Back". The video I have of her getting dressed up and putting on a talent show for me and Michael where she sang that was priceless.]



Movie:

I love Zootopia, witch is about a bunny who is a cop, and she tracks down savage animals.  My favorite show is Pokemon, which is about little monsters being trained by people. That's so cool.



Foods:
I love speggeti and meatballs with cooked mushrooms. It's really good.

[Wow, I am surprised that she didn't go into more detail than that. A lot of the joy of eating went out of her when she was diagnosed. We seemed to be cresting the hill where she now knows how low blood sugar feels and how high blood sugar feels, and it is unpleasant enough that she is getting averse to really sweet or carby things. She isn't acting quite as starving hungry as she has in the past. She always eats with gusto and does prefer certain foods over others.

Our rule was that she could pick three foods she doesn't have to eat; I will not make those foods for her, and I will respect that. The trade off is that she can't complain about any of the other foods I give her that she doesn't care for. She chose Yogurt, Applesauce, and Guacamole. I tend to honor the intent there and not give her sour cream as well, but if it is mixed into something, I will warn her.]

Shows:

Pokemon. I just love Pokemon. It's really cool. These cool fighting tiny monsters being raised by people and becoming BFFs. [She would probably like to watch more tv than she does, but when given the choice, she would almost always rather read than watch a show.]



Activities:

Reading, writing, video games, etc etc etc. They're just so...ME, ya know? I'm probably the writer of my family. [I could agree with that sentiment. Activities: she plays a lot outside. She's very imaginative and is always coming up with games to play. If she is playing with other kids like her brothers or friends, she wants to be in charge and have everybody listen to her. In the instances where they do not want to do that, she gets frustrated and annoyed.

Keeping her outside playing is kind of hard. If her blood sugar is over 350, it can actually do damage to her blood vessels and organs if she is running around too much; plus she feels just lousy. If it is low, below 60, she is lethargic and too weak to play. She also hates being hot or getting sweaty or the "sun getting in her eyes"--I bought her sunglasses and a hat, try to let them play with the hose or with water guns as often as I can. But still, she would much rather play in our dark, cold house.]

Games:

Roblox, Minecraft, that kind of stuff. They're really cool. Building, gaming. I love that.
[She has to be closely monitored when she plays because Roblox, she can talk to other real people. She would get into the general chat bar and yell out "Creed, it's Emerald! Are you on?", trying to find her friends from school. Now she can't play in her room for fear she is talking to strangers.

We have taught her the basics of internet safety, but honestly it is just easier for her to play on the console where she is in the main family room of the house with people walking in and out and where she can't talk to other people.]




Likes: 

Video games, books, family, friends, etc etc etc. I love them because video games and books lead to adventure; family and friends are important.


Dislikes:

Guacamole, yogurt, applesauce [see what I told you?], mayo, that stuff. They are SO GROSS!
They're disgusting and I hate them.


     

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Benjamin Today! 2016

Per the request of the lovely Ms Beth Peacock, I will renew the Wearden Today posts! I have actually not written since 2013, when Benny was just shy of two years old--
http://weardenfamilynews.blogspot.com/2013/06/benjamin-today.html

and honestly, a lot has changed since then. It is high time I update!

The benefit of the current age of the kids is that at least with two of them, I can ask and they can at least partially answer on their own. First up, my baby Banjo!



I got to ask him a lot of these questions, which was endlessly entertaining, at least to me. He is a character, that is for sure. Benjamin is...loud. And rowdy and reckless and raucous and recalcitrant. He's also very sweet and funny, a well of curiosity and energy. Ben is really a combination of his Daddy and his Uncle Patrick--from Michael, he got his interests; Uncle Patrick, his demeanor and disregard for personal safety. Whether it is biting through his lip when he falls off the dresser he was scaling, or drinking the entirety of his brother's medication and landing in ICU overnight, this child is certain to be the death of me.

Stats

Age: Ben is four years old; he will be 5 in early September. He has not started school yet but we are hoping to get him in Pre-K in the fall.
Nickanames: Ben, Benny, Banjo, Benji, Bing Bong, Bang, Bingles, and really any onomatopoeia that starts with a B.
I wish I could tell you how tall he is, how much he weighs. I actually cannot off the top of my head. All of my kids are usually over the 75th percentile in height but close to the 50th-60th percentile in weight. Good weight-to-height ratio.

Favorites

Toys: "Batman toys and all the superheroes toys because they are so cool. I like my Batman."

Last Christmas, my cousin Grace got Ben a Batman and a Batmobile. Those are his go-to toys, the ones he HAS to know where they are. He has been asking for months if I will get him a Robin toy for his birthday.
Ben loves Star Wars--he sleeps with a talking Kylo Ren and has a complete collection of toys from when his father was younger. He especially likes the Death Star and the spaceships. Also from his father, he has a strong collection of Marvel superheroes; his favorite is Galactus because he is bigger than all the rest of them, but the Sentinel is up there as well. He seems to like playing the bad guys, most likely because when he plays with his cousins or his sister, no one wants to play the villain and it usually falls to the youngest: Benjamin.


Book: "My favorite book to read is Toy Story because they're so cool. I like some game books too like [World of Warcraft] because it is so awesome because it is magadash {????}"

Books, Ben really doesn't sit still for books for very long. He went through a very long "Pout Pout Fish" phase. His Aunt Janice sent the kids the first two Pout Pout Fish books and plushies, and those became the ones that we read again and again to him until the words lost all meaning.
Emerald reads to him a lot, but he most prefers her to read from the Bibles. Probably because we have so many variations of Children's Bibles, and she is fascinated by them. The "World of Warcraft" gamer guide was left in my house in Lubbock, ended up moving here with us because it was in our stuff, and by some very odd train of circumstances, it landed in Benjamin's hands. And apparently, that is what he is into.

Songs:
"Shut Up and Dance with Me" by Walk the Moon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6JCLY0Rlx6Q
("I like the part that goes 'Oh don't you dare')

"Ghost Town"--a song that Emerald wrote.
Lyrics: Ghostes haunt you at night
They're leaving spiders under your bed
Zombies and skeletons help them
Every town should be Ghost town.



"Iris" by Goo Goo Dolls

The last I very sincerely doubt; he likely said it because he remembered it was my favorite. The kids are just starting to develop musical tastes that have nothing to do with animals or farmyards. Benjamin likes sort of pop rock--Adam Lambert, Mariana's Trench, Fall Out Boy are the kinds of songs he suggests while we are driving.

Movie: "Just cool movies like Batman, all the superhero movies. Doom is my favorites. That's all my Batman."

With movies, Ben really does like superhero movies. He doesn't have the focus to sit through too many, except a select few animated--right now, "Zootopia" and "Big Hero 6", sometimes "Wreck It Ralph". During the school year, I watched "A New Hope" with him probably every day for a month.

Game: "My favorite game is World of Warcraft."
{Me: You've never played it.
Ben: I know. You can download it for me so I can play it by myself"}
"On the Xbox I like to play Star Wars [Battlefront]. My favorite guy is Jabba."

Image result for star wars battlefront

Benjamin plays Overwatch with Michael--he likes the gorilla, Winston. Honestly, he loves to play anything as long as he is spending time with me and Michael. When I play Fallout 4, he likes it when I use my cages to catch Radstags, Mirelurks, and Brahmin. I let him give them goofy names like Sugar Bombs and Warlord.

Foods: "Spaghetti and meatballs and mushrooms and sauce, strawberries. My favorite ice cream is vanilla, my favorite pie is chicken pie, and my favorite cookies are M&M. I like kool-aid, the green one."

Benny really is my worst eater--Emerald and Gabriel will eat pretty much anything; Ben hardly eats, at least at meal times. He has learned a lot of bad habits from his brother. Sneaking food is the one that annoys and frustrates me the most. When I was picking up his room the other day, I found an entire bottle of honey emptied behind his bed--he had taken it and drank straight from the bottle. You can hear him between meals digging through the cabinets; if you say "Who is in the kitchen?", the pantry or fridge door gets slammed and you hear the slap of his bare feet as he hauls it back to his room. An entire smoked ham disappeared from my fridge, only to be found Ben gnawing on the outside of it like a crazed sewer rat.



Color: "Dark emerald green because it is shiny like gold."

Big Sister is who Ben tries his darnedest to be. Her favorite color is green? Great, so is his. Her favorite meal spaghetti and meatballs with mushrooms? What a coincidence! So is Ben's. In Benjamin's mind, if Emerald likes it, that must mean it is good. Which goes the other way, too. Like most households with small children, we have a wide variety of different colored plastic dishes. The amount of consternation the color of a plate can evoke in these children is unreal. The best colored plates to get are green and pink. The worst are blue or yellow. If I was more inclined, I suppose I could buy sets of dishes in the colors they preferred. But you just KNOW the moment I do, there will be a shift where none of them would use the color I bought, but would have developed an affinity for soft gooseberry or some equally absurd and unobtainable shade, and I will be stuck eating off of bubblegum pink dishes for the endless eons of eternity.

Activities: "Play with water guns, going to the zoo and seeing the giraffes and hippopotamuses and crocodiles and alligators. What happens when you smile at an alligator?"

Benjamin just wants to play with other kids. He doesn't seem to know even how to play alone. I have often thought it is because he is the youngest child--for Emerald and Michael, who are both oldest children, they had to entertain themselves for years before they had a playmate. Michael's brother is five years younger than he is; Gabriel does not engage in appropriate or meaningful play with age appropriate peers. Emerald was four before she had a sibling to play with. She had years where she played by herself, entertaining herself. Benjamin has never actually not had playmates around. It doesn't even seem to register to him that he could play alone.

Having other kids over, other kids to play with, it doesn't really matter what they are doing as long as Ben is involved. He also loves going places, but again if it is just me and him going to the playground or Sonic play place or whatever, if there are not other kids he will just sit there, get sad and leave.

Dislikes: "Monsters, bears, all kinds of stuff. Broccoli. All the vegetables. That's why I didn't eat the lettuce.
I don't like to wait for stuff.
Or go down a waterfall."

Benjamin lives in a lot of fear. He is terrified of water, getting his face wet in the bath or climbing into a pool. On fourth of July, Mom had to chase after him as he ran off into a field yelling, "I don't want to go swimming today!"

We have to keep "Bear-B-Gone" spray on hand at the house:

Image result for snuggle air freshener
Just in case a bear is trying to hide in his closet or under his bed. He will not walk in tall grasses or look up into trees, because there is probably a bear in there. Do not ask me from where it came from. I suspect it came from "Brave", which he watched when he was younger, but I am not certain. Bears are his greatest fear and have been for quite a while, since he was still talking in third person and he would tell us,
"Ben scared of bears."


Benny is my baby. He brings me such joy, even when he is being a pain (which is happening with ever-increasing frequency). He loves to ask "Why?" about everything around him--Why is he named Ben? Why is her hair curly? Why are you playing that game? Why did God make this?
When he gets it into his head that he wants something, he is relentless, refusing to accept that it might not happen. As the baby, he can be whiny and cries far too often for my taste, and his volume knob seems to have broken off at 11 on the amp. The child is LOUD. Sitting still for him is nigh-on impossible.

You know what he is like?? He is mentos in diet coke. There is too much Ben for one Ben to contain, and all the excess is just spilling over the top.



Every day we play this game--
Ben: Mom, I love you!
Me: I love you more.
Ben: I love you most!
Me: Awww, you win.
Ben: No, we both win 'cause we have each other.

--Andie

 

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Therapeutic Riding

I am back, dear readers!

Michael wrote the last two thoughtful, hilarious posts, including the one entitled "Hippotherapy" which got our highest ever readership--more than 1700 views and counting! 

It was heartwarming and appropriately poignant, bringing light to a wonderful organization that does truly amazing things. The impact horseback riding has on children, with or without disabilities, is profound, and I am so excited to have Gabriel starting this journey.

Michael misspoke when he called it "hippotherapy"--what Camp Able does is actually termed "therapeutic riding"; others have referred to it as "adaptive riding". 

Hippotherapy must have doctor's prescription and is performed by a team with a licensed, specially-trained therapist; the horse must also be certified as a therapy horse, much in the same way that a companion dog is certified as a therapy animal. It must be done in one-on-one sessions, with the therapist engaging the child consistently toward meeting their goal objectives. Depending on your insurance, you might get reimbursement for the sessions, but at the sacrifice of one of your other therapies--speech, occupational, or physical generally will get substituted out in favor of the hippotherapy. 

Therapeutic or adaptive riding does not require a doctor's prescription, nor a licensed therapist--it is recreational horseback riding adapted to individuals with special needs. It is led by a horseback-riding instructor and the assistance of volunteers. The horses are often raised and broken by the instructor, ensuring a gentle, docile temperament appropriate for a therapy horse. Insurance will not cover it, so it can be in individual or group sessions to suit the needs of the child, though not every facility offers both options. 

Knowing the basic ideas of both, I lean more towards therapeutic riding, specifically because when insurance pays a therapist to do thirty minutes or an hour of therapy, you have to work at it the entire time, which can kind of be intensive for the child. With therapeutic riding, it is highly influenced by the comfort level of the child. If Gabriel is done riding, he can be done, whether that is after five minutes or after twenty-five minutes. Also, if your insurance allows for visits outside the home (ECI for example was able to meet us where we were, be it park or wherever) and the facility providing the riding is agreeable to it, you can incorporate one of your therapies into your adaptive riding sessions. 

Camp Able is a non-profit horse rescue that offers equine therapy to individuals with special needs. They have been around since 2014, so they are still really just getting their feet wet in this region. 

A couple of members from their organization--Renee and Lota--were on the committee that planned the Big Country Walk for Autism. I got to know them over the five-ish months it took to plan the walk, and I just loved them. Lota is such a sunny person that has great ideas and is always happy to work and get stuff done; she is just a delight to be around. Renee is one of the warmest, most kind-hearted people I have ever met. She is quiet and calm in this reassuring, bolstering way that lets you know she is always going to be there. I really enjoyed working with both of them.

Renee actually also goes to the same church as my mother. They had talked on several occasions about Gabriel. and Renee was convinced that Gabe would benefit from the services they offered. I was...politely hesitant.

You have to realize: Autism is hot stuff right now. 

That sounds awful, but it is true. Compared to twenty years ago when absolutely NOBODY was talking about it, now it feels like all anyone wants to talk about. There are 77 million results on google when you type in autism. With that many hits, you would expect that we would know so much more than we do; the sad fact is, there is still so much confusion and misinformation, so much that is unknown about this condition. 

In that special place between popular but misunderstood, we are inundated with suggested treatments and cures. Have you tried!!....chelation, gluten-free/casein-free, electroconvulsive, therapy, ABA, pivotal response treatment, aversion therapy, patterning, packing, prescription drugs, OT, PT, craniosacral, stem cells? 

On the one hand, you want to feel like you have tried everything you possibly can for your child. We all want to say we did our best. The idea that you might look back and think, "Oh! If only I had tried..." is a very motivating factor.

There is only so much we can physically do, though. There are only so many hours in the day. A lot of those treatments are not compatible. So the throw-everything-against-the-wall method really isn't practical or feasible here. 

I have developed a pretty neutral approach to all these proposed treatments. I want to hear about them; it is important to me, both as a mother of an autistic child and as a board member of REACH, for me to be informed about all that which is offered for ASD. Plus, I am naturally curious and enjoy reading things that make me thing. To everything that I see, I go in with as little preconceived notions and opinions as I can manage so that I can interpret it unbiased. The majority, I deem not worth the time-investment, financially implausible, scientifically unbacked, or too risky.

So, this well-meaning woman that I respect and like is suggesting this therapeutic riding. She isn't pushing it. Just letting us know that it is available, and that Gabe might benefit from it. 

First instincts, I didn't want to--we already have a rigid therapy schedule, I am highly burned out as it is. Medicaid would not cover it and we do not have it in our budget to cover it. It is all the way out in Buffalo Gap, which is a bit of a jaunt. Not today, not today.

Renee mentions that we could receive sessions at no cost. Michael volunteers to drive him out there and back, said he is curious. I wouldn't have to do anything, except watch Emerald and Benjamin for a short while one night a week. (Added bonus: that would be a short while I would not be fighting Mike for the xbox). Yeah, alright. Let's try it. 


Michael came home...in shock. 

He immediately sits down and writes everything he can remember about the experience. Never before had he seen such a response out of Gabriel, and he wanted me to come out the next Monday to see for myself.

That next Monday was Fourth of July, so we were out at my parents house to celebrate. They actually do not live too far from the Camp, just maybe five or ten minutes. After a couple of hours swimming and a hot dog cookout, we leave Emerald and Benjamin with my family while Michael and I go out to the camp. 

The first thing that struck me was how quiet it was. There were animals every direction you looked--miniature donkeys grazing, dogs running, a baby goat in his little enclosure. They were all so well mannered though. I was expecting a cacophony of animal noises, but they were all just relaxed and calm and quiet. There were two donkeys that screamed and ran toward me when I got out of the car, but thank goodness for that because I was really looking forward to hearing the happy donkey noises, and I was not disappointed. 

The other thing you expect with all those animals is a significant amount of...ordure and the accompanying smells. This place was remarkably clean and well maintained, and the strongest smell was the impending rain. 

Subdued is how I would probably describe it. All the colors were of the faded Texas country variety, nothing sharp or abrasive. It was like they turned down the sensory input in their quiet, secluded little world. 

There is nothing I can tell you that Michael hasn't already done, and done better. There was something tranformative about the whole experience, for Gabriel but for me as well. The overwhelming peace that just washed over Gabe when he was placed on Lightening...

 

I think Michael put it best when he said to me, "It is rare to see Gabriel happy AND calm."

When we see Gabe laughing, smiling, in a good mood, there is usually this accompanying frenetic energy, this wildness that he cannot contain. He doesn't outwardly enjoy a ton of things, which is why entertaining him is difficult and buying a present is downright a pain. 

This though...it reaches him in a way that so few things have been able to.

For me, it felt like I was getting a rare glimpse at what could be. I have grown accustomed to seeing Gabriel in this persistent state of unrest that sometimes I forget how tiring it must be for him. While he might be used to it, this world is an uncomfortable, never-ending assault on his senses and it is exhausting. 

Sure, I can tell you the facts. The proven benefits of equine therapy on autistic children--the formation of emotional bonds, development of cognitive and language skills, how it affects balance and spatial orientation. The studies are out there, proving time and again that this method is successful. 

Just look at that boy up there, though. The peace written on his face, the love he holds for that sweet pony. 

Really, that's all I need to know.

--Andie

Notice from Camp Able: 
Camp Able's goal is to not turn people away because of the ability to pay, but we do have program fees. While we are a nonprofit, we still have costs. Our program fees - while they don't cover all of our costs - do help in that regard. If you review our General Information on our Facebook Page (under "About"), you will find the following paragraph: "Our current program fees for individuals range from $35 to $65 per hour of riding time, depending upon the special needs of the rider. We also offer group rates. However, our goal is to never turn anyone away who needs our programs. We are currently 100-percent volunteer run and donor-funded so our ability to help depends entirely on our ability to raise donations." Camp Able's Board actively is seeking donations from large and small donors to help cover costs. And every little bit helps. For instance, if every one of the 1,700 people who read Michael's original blogpost donated $9 (which is the cost to care and feed one of Camp Able's horses for one day), they would collectively cover the current program costs for about 300 equine therapy sessions for children just like Gabe. Donating to Camp Able is easy. You can click on the "Donate Now" button on our websitewww.camp-able.org or send a check to our P.O.Box 695, Buffalo Gap, TX, 79508.