We were visiting my younger brother Jess in South Carolina and trying to decide what to take to eat at my niece’s swim meet. Brother Jess called around about pizza and I settled on taking a gluten-free wrap for myself. I decided Rafal could take some SerenAid and eat the pizza.
“I don’t want you to get sick, Rafal,” Jess commented.
“Oh, I won’t. Mom will. I just eat gluten-free to keep my inner Hulk inside,” Rafal explained.
I have celiac and Rafal is on the spectrum. He normally eats gluten free and dairy free. Once or twice a year he eats something with gluten. Once or twice a month, he has some dairy. I am kind of starting in the middle of the story. Rafal and I know what gluten and dairy do to him. I may know a tad more of the scientific stuff, but he has a firm grasp on the main point. It makes him act crazy and out of control.
He didn’t arrive at this summation/revelation over night. In fact, there were battles, major ones over food. He wanted to eat gluten. He wanted to eat whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. Especially sugar (that part is still true). Now I know why. You know how an alcoholic craves a drink? Well, a person with a yeasty, leaky gut craves sugar and simple carbohydrates, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
Why did I have Rafal go gluten free?
The more I read about kids on the spectrum, the more it became clear that there was a link to diet. I’m not saying that eating a certain diet has cured my child. It hasn’t. What it has done is make him feel more calm, more in control of his reactions. The green, angry Hulk doesn’t appear as much. The final decision to remove gluten and dairy from his diet came after reading Unraveling the Mystery of Autism and Pervasive Developmental Disorder by Karyn Seroussi. There are some weighty scientific studies quoted in this book and it can be overwhelming to read at first. Basically it says that children on spectrum may have leaky gut syndrome. It is common in children on the spectrum. They have opioid excess.
“Reichelt suggested that the source of these “opioids” could be peptides that result from incomplete breakdwon of certain foods, in particular casein from milk and gluten from wheat and other cereal products. It has been demonstrated that is casein or gluten are mixed with stomach enzymes, opioid peptides (known as casomorphins and gluteomorphins) will result. Normally, these would be broken down further into individual amino acids, but if the appropriate enzymes are not present or otherwise inhibited, the peptides will persist and could get out of the gastrointestinal trace and into the blood.”- Unraveling the Mystery of Autism and Pervasive Developmental Disorder by Karyn Seroussi
Milk and gluten acting as drugs, opiates because certain enzymes are missing. Hmmm. That was something to look into. If these opiates get to the brain, they have a widespread effect on the central nervous system similar to that of hallucinaogenic drugs. The result? Autisic behaviors or as Rafal calls it, the inner Hulk is released.
You can read more in Karen’s book:
How did I get my son to accept eating gluten free/dairy free?
There were two major habits that helped Rafal accept his change in diet. Number one, I bought him foods only he could eat. For example, he has his own box of cereal, his own granola bars, his own cookies, you get the idea. I had to sell the idea as something he was gaining, not something he was losing.
The second major habit that helped Rafal was my making treats at home, a lot. It is time consuming. It takes forethought. It’s worth it if he sticks to the diet. The best cookbook that is teen friendly, i.e. it has lots of sweet recipes that he loves is Cooking for Isaiah: Gluten-free and Dairy-Free Recipes for Easy, Delicious Meals.
Some of his favorites are:
Gluten-Free Cheesecake-Stuffed Pumpkin Cupcakes:
Click on image for recipe.
I modify this recipe and sometimes skip the cheesecake middle and add chocolate chips instead. As I am typing this post, Rafal just asked if he could have one of these (made a few days ago). Silvana has an extensive list of yummy recipes on her website. I think I gained a pound just searching her site for this favorite.
Another fall favorite is Penny’s apple-brown sugar coffee cake, it is only in the cookbook. Also,
So, in other words, find some recipes your child loves. There are plenty of guten-free products on the shelves of your local grocery to fill in the gaps (Aldi has a fantastic selection), but homemade takes the cake every time.
Does Rafal eat gluten-free and dairy-free one hundred percent of the time?
No. He doesn’t. Ninety-eight percent of the time, he does. That gives him about a few days of cheating and I don’t mean all out binge eating. I mean a piece of pizza on vacation, then a month later some milk in something. He is pretty religious about it himself now. He didn’t used to be. He used to sneak things all the time, I could tell. Now he is touch with how it makes him feel.
If I know he is going to eat gluten or dairy, he takes two SerenAid tablets.
” SerenAid® is specifically formulated to assist in breaking down the fullest range of plant and animal proteins, including casein (milk and dairy products), gluten (wheat, rye, oats, barley, and other grains), and soy proteins.”
SerenAid is a wonderful product, used in moderation. it won’t replace a gluten-free, dairy-free diet. It’s not an antidote for every day. It’s a safety net for when you fall off the tight-rope once in awhile.
To sum this post up in a few sentences:
*Disclaimer: This post is not a paid endorsement of any of the above products. It is my experience and opinion only. The Hulk was not harmed in any way, nor did we experiment with gluten or dairy in his actual diet. My son is not actually the Hulk.
Ania and I were packing up the cooler and getting ready to head out the door to hike at Cooper’s Rock State Park, about an hour from our home. Youngest son decided at the last minute he would rather stay home. I mentally went back over the week’s events before I gave him the okay. It had been a busy week. Two trips to the local fair, one for a few concerts (and some rides). another for barrel racing and demolition derby, an eye appointment with news that he needed glasses and helping his older college-age brother move in and get somewhat situated. I was tired from the long week, but not overwhelmed. I could tell he was. He normally loves climbing on rocks, but it wouldn’t have been a fun outing for him this time. He was overloaded.
Sometimes kids on the spectrum don’t want to come out of their comfort zone at all. They would rather stay home and stick to their routine, play Minecraft or other video games and not have the stress of social interaction. They may want company some days, but only if they call the shots. Company overwhelms them because it requires social interaction. If a child on the spectrum doesn’t know how to walk away from the bustle of an extended family gathering, he may shut down the next day. Kids on the spectrum don’t bounce back quickly from extended social time.
So, where do you draw the line? How do you balance outings with time away from the fray? It’s different with each child. It’s important for us parents to read the signals and help the child regulate. When he is able, he needs to recognize the signals with some help from parents before he can move on to self-regulation. Some kids on the spectrum will grow into adults who need a trusted friend or spouse to help them watch for the signs of overload. It’s not a weakness. It’s a strength.
Think of it like waves. The waves come on the shore, then they recede. When they recede,they gather strength to surge onto the sand again. Life is busier than it has ever been. Our schedules are full to the max and if we are not careful, we can push our kids on the spectrum to meltdown mania. They need time to de-stress. They may need a day off with no demands. If we make this a priority, it will not only benefit us, but the whole household will be happier, calmer.
If you feel as if your family is drowning in a busy schedule and your child or children meltdown all the time, you may need a rest day. Not a day to stay home and do a bunch of other stuff that requires them to participate, just a good old fashioned day off. One where a kid can lie on the ground and watch the clouds go by. One where a kid can build a blanket fort and read books with a flashlight. One where he can pretend for hours. A day to eat dinner on the back deck and stay there talking, laughing, waiting for the fireflies to make their evening debut. A day where the clock doesn’t dictate. A day where Mom can sit down and see all the things a kid has designed on Minecraft and listen, really listen. These sorts of days don’t just happen anymore. Years ago, when I was a child, they did. Now we have to plan them.
Most kids are under too much stress these days. It’s not just kids on the spectrum who need a day off. We all do. Watch for the symptoms of stress in your kids on the spectrum. Be the regulator. Take your foot off the gas and just idle for a day. Stay home. Watch the grass grow. Walmart will still be there tomorrow. So will everything else. If you don’t do what you planned in pen on your calendar, will it really matter ten years from now? Kick off your shoes and help your child de-stress by being the example.
*If you need some help warming up your pretending gears, check out this book to get you and your child going-
This month we have extended our series on Autism. This post is for anyone who has ever suffered mom guilt (Tweet this). If you feel as if you missed it, it was staring you right in the face and you didn’t see it. I know. I’ve been there. Today I (Kathleen) want to make a huge confession about my eldest daughter (Audrey), she is most probably on the Autism spectrum and I totally missed it. It wasn’t until several years ago when she and I were researching Asperger’s Syndrome that I started seeing Audrey in the list of the symptoms. Tons of memories flooded in with an “aha” moment for each one.
For those of you have read my book Positive Adoption A Memoir, you may have seen some of the signs in my description of Audrey’s early years. I see them now. I didn’t then.
Some clues in my own words (book excerpts)
“I hiked up the carpeted stairs of the townhouse with baby Audrey slung over my shoulder. She slept until I stopped moving up and down like a human escalator. Then the crying began. Relentless, ear-piercing, you-are-not-going-to-sleep-all-night-mama-crying.
“She doesn’t like me!” I worried to Jerry. “My own baby doesn’t like me!”
Jerry’s job kept him away eighty hours a week. Some nights he stayed in a hotel close to work to grab a few hours of sleep before he began another shift. We owned one vehicle so I was alone with Audrey ninety percent of the time. My dreams of motherhood had come crashing down over my head in a deep depressing darkness.
The few times Audrey smiled, I snapped a photo.
“I think you brought the wrong baby home from the hospital,” my brother-in-law teased.”
The not smiling, not engaging, not satisfied until moving should have been signs. I didn’t see it. I had no clue. Audrey was my first child and I didn’t have some one else to measure her by.
“Audrey was a square peg in a round-pegged world. She cried when other babies smiled. She slept little. I received loads of free parenting advice from friends and family who had compliant text-book babies. None of it worked for Audrey, so I chucked it.
At five and a half months, she could crawl up stairs. At one year old, Audrey could do a puzzle, take the laces out of her shoes and re-lace them, flip out of her crib and land on her feet. At four years old she could read, at six she won a story-writing contest but had one of her frequent bouts of pneumonia and couldn’t attend her own celebration.
I was frequently scolded by adult family members who wanted me to put Audrey in her place. The truth is, Audrey was smarter than them (fact-wise) and she didn’t have the filter to tell her to keep her mouth shut about it. “
Kids on the spectrum are like square pegs in a round pegged world. Something is different about them. Not bad, just different. As I said the other day, they are honest. They don’t read social cues well. Audrey didn’t know it wasn’t socially acceptable to correct her aunts and uncles when they had facts wrong. Audrey has an amazing ability to read or hear something once and remember it. Most of us don’t have that ability and we may remember bits and pieces of something and she has always been a stickler for exactness. I didn’t know this was a sign. I was so busy treating her physical symptoms that I didn’t hone in on the tells. To me, this was just Audrey.
Thankfully, Audrey is high functioning. She managed her childhood pretty well. She didn’t like hugs or anyone touching her face. She had obsessions, it is who she is. She seemed to live on a different plane or in a different universe. I chalked it up to her being an eccentric genius. She and a friend spent hours creating a Tolkien inspired world complete with a creation story and language.
The good news is that is was no surprise to God. He didn’t miss anything and where I messed up, He liberally poured out His grace and covered me and my child. For those of you who are experiencing a season of guilt over what you did or didn’t do, I challenge you to take some time to look back and see the hand of God. Trace your story line to those moments when you feel as if you failed and God showed up to pick up the pieces. Maybe he provided a friend who supported you. Maybe he sent someone to pray with you or take you out for a cup of coffee. It may be that you have spent years feeling guilty and you haven’t taken the time to look for the grace God covered you and your child with. Take a moment now and ask Him to show you the infusion of grace He poured out in your past. It’s only in forgiving ourselves, putting the guilt to the side that we can move forward into healing (Tweet this).
If you suspect that your child is on the spectrum or that he doesn’t fit in, he hones in on one thing, he obsesses, highly intelligent but doesn’t read social cues, has a large vocabulary at an early age or none at all, doesn’t like to play with toys or only plays with one kind of toy, doesn’t need other kids to play with, has sleep issues and won’t let an issue go, maybe check into some more research or talk to someone. This is not an official list or medically approved list. It’s my list. Sometimes the lists on medical sites are hard to interpret, hopefully mine helps.
I did miss it, but God caught it. I see His grace prints in my life and hers. When I question why, I see Audrey comforting and parenting with understanding. I watch her encourage other Moms and I know, God has it under control. He didn’t miss a thing.
Autism will propel you into higher learning.
Three years ago I found myself sitting in a classroom on the student side of the desk all because of autism. I had been doing some reading, researching and studying on the subject and I thought my son was somewhere on the spectrum and I didn’t know what that meant, so I signed up for a class for educators with daughter Amerey- Autism Training through Marshall University.
Autism gives you a special bond with others who have children on the spectrum.
I felt as if my autism investigation was a secret for a long time. I didn’t tell anyone about my suspicions at first. I kept things close to home. I talked to a counselor who suggested I get a comprehensive evaluation done, but I felt as if I were faking it, as if all of my son’s behavior was in my mind. He would meltdown erratically at home and then be quiet and seemingly well-behaved in public. What if I’m just making excuses for behavior? What if I’m just a terrible parent, I got the first six children going and fizzled out on the seventh?
After homeschool co-op one Friday, everyone was loading up their kids in the parking lot to head home. I walked to my car thinking I should ask another mom who had two children on the spectrum a question or two. I knew she was the real deal because her kids had been evaluated. I hesitated then ran across the parking lot like a mad woman when she was shutting her back hatch.
“Hey, I wanted to talk to you about Asperger’s,”
“You think _____ is in the spectrum?”
Just then my son loped across the parking lot with that uneven gait he is famous for.
“He’s got the walk,” she said and then we talked for twenty minutes hiding from the rain under her back hatch, she encouraged me to get the evaluation and gave me some validation. It wasn’t all in my head. She had seen the signs. She had noticed.
Autism gave me a new perspective.
It’s easy to fall into the trap of thinking that everyone processes information and events the same way. We tend to believe that everyone is motivated by the same rewards or wants the same sort of life. We have all had that friend that pushes us to do something just because they love it. We might even give into the peer pressure and try the new thing and absolutely hate it, but not say so. Kids on the spectrum will not be polite when it comes to doing things they don’t like. They tell the truth. It’s an interesting perspective. They do what they like when they like. By that I mean, they stand their ground. It’s refreshing. How many times have I volunteered for something or was coerced into an activity, such a three legged- race in which I fell on my face, that I didn’t want to do, but I did it, all the while complaining inside.
Saturday on the way home from my aunt’s funeral service, I thanked my two youngest for coming with me, my son said, “you’re welcome Mom, but I didn’t have much of a choice, did I?” That is his honest perspective. I laughed and so did he.
Some things are stupid.
My son and I have this ongoing joke about a book he is going to write. It will be a best seller. It may have a thousand pages or more and each page will have a simple sentence about one thing that is stupid.
He takes everything literally. He doesn’t catch social cues and I try to explain what is going on ahead of time or what is expected of him at a certain function. “That’s stupid” is his standard reply. All of his older siblings are probably reading this and thinking they never got away with saying things are stupid. i cut him some slack even though I get some flack for it. Truth is I know the interpretation of “that’s stupid”, it means I don’t understand, I’m frustrated, that doesn’t make sense. When I say things like, “people are coming over, get some real clothes on” and he looks down at what he’s wearing and says, “these are real clothes, that’s stupid”.
I admit some of our societal hoops are stupid. When I look at them through his lens, I re-evaluate what I expect of him. It’s more important that he knows the real important things and skips some of the stupid stuff.
For instance, we don’t have to go on every field trip, especially if I know it will put him into hypersensitive mode and he won’t retain any information and he won’t enjoy it. I don’t make him go to youth group (disclaimer*- my other children participated in youth because they could process it), he doesn’t understand the social parts and it sends him into shut down mode the next day. He helps with the Royal Ranger Program instead. I’m not saying youth group is stupid, see my interpretation of the words above. It’s overwhelming and frustrating for him.
Learning about autism is like learning a new language in a foreign country with a different culture. Once of the guest speakers at the autism training (an adult who is on the spectrum) said it’s like growing up in China when you don’t speak the language, understand the customs and you aren’t a native. You feel out of sorts all the time. If we parents can educate ourselves on the way our children on the spectrum perceive and process things, maybe we can make them feel a bit more at home in this neurotypical world. If we can sort the stupid things out for them, they can navigate social situations a with a little less stress and skip the outings that aren’t important. Just ask them what is important, kids on the spectrum tell the truth.
Happy August! Positive Adoption is continuing the series on autism this month. Hope you are enjoying our posts!
We have had some major happenings in the Positive Adoption family this past month, some positive, some negative- Camp Lemon-Lime, a wedding, two deaths, family visits and more- which led me down the path of the post today. Either one of these can be a major trigger for kids on the spectrum and that is difficult for our traditional parenting minds to understand. We expect our children to feel stress when negative events occur, such as rain on a day we planned to swim, a car breaking down, a long wait in a doctor’s office, but it is difficult to accept and plan for those exciting, joyfully anticipated events having the exact same effect. It may be a hike on the trail, a visit with family or friends or a much awaited vacation.
A child on the spectrum having a meltdown before events he wants to attend is baffling and predictable at the same time.
It comes down to self-regulation. Hyper and Hypo sensitive children with a stress shaped brain cannot regulate their responses. When an activity is novel, that is new in the sense that it is a change, whether it is going to get ice cream or walking to answer the door when a child is in the middle of something, or making a S’more after a long hike in the woods.
These novel events are stressors that can trigger a response that seems out of whack or off the chart. I have found this to be true with children from hard places as well as children on the spectrum. Same is the name of the game for them. Those kids like every event on the schedule to be the same every day and if verbal, my respond with protests such as,
“We don’t do it that way! We always _______” or
“This is computer time!”
or “We need to _______________!”
I have patterns I follow when preparing for an event or an outing. I make lists, gather items on the list and put them on a table, I do things like wash the kids shoes the night before, make sure the house is tidy before I leave. I vacuum the house after company leaves. We all have habits that make life more predictable for ourselves and give us a bit of control over our environment.
And, yet, we parents are blindsided when our child meltdown before an event, EVERY TIME. We may believe our child is trying to sabotage the event and stay home instead. Most times, this isn’t the child’s intention, he doesn’t have the ability to switch gears and regulate at the same time.
This brings me to two highly effective habits that parents can employ:
Take some time for observation. What is throwing your child off? Are you a fly by the seat of your pants parent? Do you say at the last possible moment, “Let’s go! Get in the car! We’re going the the bookstore!” And the child melts down even though it is his favorite place? Or once you go out to run a few errands, you keep adding on odd stops causing more stress to your overwhelmed child?
Do you run around in a flurry barking orders before an outing (guilty). Imagine being the child who cannot see your mental or written list of what needs to be done and only sees you running around like a crazy woman (guilty).
Involve your child in the process. I can’t go into tons of strategies at length, because here are a few suggestions.
Prepare the child ahead of time. Keep a calendar up and refer to it often, letting the children know ‘how many sleeps’ and what is going on during the week. You can use pictures, symbols and different colors to denote events.
On the day of an event, have the child help you prepare. Make a written or picture schedule for him to use and be prepared to help him follow it. This is a hands on attachment building activity. Make sure you set aside time for it. If you are a last minute type, you will have to form a new habit for sake of your child and your sanity.
No matter how many strategies you employ or how proactive you are, you child will still have some self-defeating behaviors. He will meltdown even though he wants to to to Gamestop and pick up that new game. He will freeze and flee even though he wants to ride in the kayak. He will balk at novel events.
This is where ignoring comes in. I’m not saying ignore the child completely. Just step over him and put the cooler in the car for the picnic. It’s okay if he cries for a few minutes. You’re doing this for his greater good. As long as he is not hurting himself or his siblings, ignoring is allowed.
Most importantly, don’t give up and stay home. If you do, this will become a self-defeating habit. You will begin to resent your child and feel trapped. Instead, use the habits of being proactive by preparing our child and including him in the process. When necessary, use the power of ignoring some behaviors to get out the door for his, and your greater good.
One of the post adoption struggles is a diagnosis.
We parents who have birth children before we adopt my have presuppositions when it comes to traditional child rearing and it doesn’t translate for hurt children. We have to change our mindset, our ways of thinking and doing. We have to turn our parenting, no, take it off its axis and put it on Mars. With that thought, back to a diagnosis.
One of the exercises that helped me understand my son’s diagnosis of Apserger’s was to diagnose myself. Yes, you read that right. Go back and read it again just to be sure.
The first step to adding two fractions, cause that’s what we are imperfect humans, not whole at the onset, is to find a common denominator. The path to understanding and empathy begins the same way.
My adopted children and I had the common denominator of trauma in our early childhood. I was able to build on that common denominator.
When my youngest seemed to be floundering and so did my parenting skills, with some great advice from Audrey and son-in-law Adam, I delved headlong into Autism research as a possible cause. I took an online test to determine if Rafal was on the spectrum. I answered the questions for him. (He later was diagnosed by a Psychologist, that’s another post). Then I took the same test for myself. Turns out, I’m not as neurotypical as I thought
My Aspie Tendencies
Turns out, I have some Aspie in me. Temple Grandin, author of Different Not Less, relates that all of us have some autistic tendencies. Although, I know that these online tests are not a diagnosis or completely accurate, they do help.
My son and I share more than a graph, we share these common denominators:
1. I like schedules and I am not great at handling last-minute changes.
My meltdowns may be more controlled or hidden atogether, but I have them. I understand his perspective, because I have it too. We have a common denominator.
2. I have a quirky sense of humor.
My kids call my jokes, MOM jokes. Here is a great example:
I was texting Amerey the other night about the fireflies. I was trying to take a picture of them with my phone for granddaughter Cecilia. “I tried to take a picture but they won’t light up when I say “cheese'” read my text.
My son has a quirky sense of humor. I used to think he was just being a smart- alec all the time. Now I know, he is just joking and if I joke back he smiles and sometimes even laughs! We have a common denominator.
3. I obsess with one thing at a time.
Although all of my years of mothering have taught me to multi-task, it doesn’t come naturally to me. If I’m writing and someone asks me a question, it’s hard to get back on track.
If my son is doing a math problem and the trash truck goes by, it’s difficult for him to get back on track. I understand. I empathize. We have a common denominator.
When my kids first came ‘home’ to the states, after the honeymoon phase, the struggles were real. Behaviors seemed to appear out of nowhere. I’m sure most adoptive parents traipse through the behavior garden. It’s easy to bog down in the vine-like tendrils of behavior without exploring the roots, theirs and ours.
Post adoption life can be traumatic for child and parent alike. If we find some common denominators, it makes the adjustment easier. If we have empathy, the children can become more secure in their attachment.
Just as I examined my Aspie tendencies, take some time to examine your common denominators. That is- diagnose yourself. Do you have struggles with attachments? Control? Security? Fear?
In your post adoption journey, you can build a foundation of trust on the common denominators mortared with empathy.
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Imagine a baby born prematurely and abandoned in a state hospital with no contact from a bio mother or any other family member. When the infant is healthy enough, he is placed in an institution, with albeit loving care givers, not enough staff to hold him. Instead he is left in a crib for hours on end. He becomes stiff, silent and unresponsive.
One day, fifteen months into his journey on planet earth (outside the womb, inside is a whole other story), a family of strangers who up. Baby is handed off to a woman. Baby hugs the woman, smiles, plays with toys and engages in play with the whole family before he is removed and taken back upstairs to his crib.
About twelve weeks later, the baby is picked up, taken from the orphanage by the family (after five weeks worth of visits) and running the governmental gauntlet, flies “home’ with them.
This baby is my youngest son. Knowing what I now know about development, I can re-examine his beginnings through a fresh lens.
Disclaimer: I am not a doctor or psychologist although I have consulted moth multiple times in my child rearing journey.
I am just telling my story and maybe you can relate. The saying goes, “Hindsight is twenty-twenty”. I half agree with this statement. The other half of me says, you get better hindsight is you turn around and take a magnifying glass to it. Even then it, it is blurry at best.
Life begins in the womb. If yours didn’t, I’d love to meet you and we can chat. Even if you were a test tube baby, your first attachment was in a womb.
A baby can hear at four weeks (Mitch Gaynor, Sounds of Healing).Call it a fetus if you want, but that fetus has ears that can hear the sounds of Mama.
As early as the second trimester, the infant (fetus) can already think about what is going on both inside and outside the womb (Thomas Verny, Secret Life of the Unborn Child).
Neglect. Stress. Rejection can begin in the womb. And the separation is real after birth. The baby has heard the birth mother’s heartbeat, he knows her smell. He has heard conversations, felt the stress of the mother, he has been affected in body and soul if she drank excessive amounts of alcohol or used drugs. All of the above effect the child’s brain development. A grief reaction is created when the child is taken from the womb and from the mother.
My son had no say in the matter. He reaped the consequences of someone else’s choices. And while he was in an orphanage, he had a whole new set of variables that froze in him his tracks developmentally. I don’t have time in this post to cover every developmental issue. I’m going to focus on Autism, institutional and regular- Are they the same? Does the origin matter? What is the origin?
“Institutional autism is understood as a learned behavior produced by an institutional environment such as an orphanage. Some autistic-like behaviors may be adaptive in an institution, but become mal-adaptive after the child’s adoption into a family. A differential diagnosis between autism as a medical condition and learned autistic-like post-institutional behaviors is to be made. A conclusion is drawn that institutional autism is merely a description of certain patterns of post-institutionalized behavior that may appear similar to what is observed in children with autism. Abrupt native language attrition, typical for the majority of international adoptees, could contribute to autistic-like behavior.”-
Boris Gindis, Institutional Autism in Children Adopted Internationally Myth or Reality
A few years back I was at an international adoption picnic and some moms were sharing advice and encouragement.. The common theme? Autistic behaviors. I did a lot of listening and little talking, so my kids were not the only one who came home with some of these behaviors, my youngest son with many, many autistic behaviors. I had previously chalked them up to attachment issues and FAS (Fetal Alcohol Syndrome). Turns out, all three of them have overlapping behaviors.
According to Federici, Over time they practiced these behaviors as a defense mechanism to block out pain and misery and had ultimately become self-absorbed and withdrawn in a way similar to children with autistic conditions (Federici, 1998, p.74).
Survival mechanisms. These are learned behaviors. Autism can be organic, that is the child is born with it. Or it can develop from trauma. Nature and nurture. The behaviors are the same. Neglect stops brain development. The behaviors that result from neglect mirror regular autism. The truth is, not enough research has been done on these children to discover what the outcome Institutional Autism has over an extended period of time. Some of my children’s autistic behaviors abated after a secure connection and they felt safe. Some didn’t. I think there is a great deal to be said for support in this arena. If your child is suffering from Institutional Autism, do some research on therapy, Talk to someone who has been there. The treatment for both is the same. These kids need to feel secure. They need schedule.Social stories help. They need permanency. Some of them need to wear the same kinds of clothing. EVERY day. And many of their stemming behaviors will continue for a long time whether they feel loved, cherished or not. They may rock back and forth, hitting their head repeatedly against something, whistle and stomp, walk in circles, meltdown when schedule changes, have a fit in the grocery store, wear shorts in the winter and sweat pants in the summer, not drink enough water, etc…
As far as treatment is concerned, I think we parents need to decide what the goal is. Is our goal to attach to the child? Is it felt safety? Is it eye contact? Potty training? Dressing themselves? Learning how to self-regulate? Recognizing their own need to get away to a safe, quiet place and doing so?
Each goal must be met with specific, achievable steps for success. That’s the wonderful thing about therapy (whether you do it yourself or take a class, or have someone come into the home), there are measurable objectives. There will be regression, but there will always be some moving forward if you have measurable objectives and obtainable goals. More on those later.
For now remember, if you think your child is on the Spectrum because of Institutional Autism:
Do some research.
Find some support.
Start some therapy.
Thanks for joining me and happy July!
For July, our theme is Autism. Many children from hard places are diagnosed with autism either from genetic causes or from brain trauma that mimics autism. We’ll be writing about how to cope with a diagnosis, therapy and strategies to use at home, and talking to moms of autistic children.
Many adopted children fall in the special needs category. Children adopted from institutions can suffer from Institutional Autism. This sounds professional and scholarly as if I am in the know. I am not.
The truth is, I was blindsided by autism.
My four adopted children (from Poland) have struggled, battled and fought through FAS (Fetal Alcohol Syndrome), Attachments Issues, Sensory Issues, learning challenges and developmental delays. I have stood with them, shoulder to shoulder, arming myself with research and education. A few years back, with a house full of teens and a couple of married daughters, I thought I had come to the end of the diagnosis season. I was ready to lay down my research glasses and focus on just enjoying the last few years of homeschooling and child rearing. I had logged my years, trudging deep in research and applied sciences.
My youngest son stagnated in his progress. Some of the theories of child rearing I had established backfired with him. I didn’t know which way to turn.
Over a Christmas holiday season, daughter Audrey sent me multiple articles about Asperger’s and in each article I saw a picture of my son. It was eerie reading words that so accurately described what I was seeing on a daily basis. My definition of Asperger’s was a highly intelligent being with no social skills. My picture was a stick drawing compared to the highly integral work of art that Asperger’s is.
“Asperger’s syndrome (also known as Asperger’s Disorder) was first described in the 1940s by Viennese pediatrician Hans Asperger, who observed autism-like behaviors and difficulties with social and communication skills in boys who had normal intelligence and language development. Many professionals felt Asperger’s syndrome was simply a milder form of autism and used the term “high-functioning autism” to describe these individuals. Uta Frith, a professor at the Institute of Cognitive Neuroscience of University College London and editor of Autism and Asperger Syndrome, describes individuals with Asperger’s as “having a dash of autism.”-http://www.autism-society.org/
My journey to a diagnosis was like any story, the plot didn’t resolve quickly and perfectly. It was random. I researched. Took notes. Stayed up late reading and taking various quizzes (http://www.rdos.net/eng/Aspie-quiz.php) for my son. I had sessions with counselors and friends whose children were on the Spectrum. I had a new set of words to learn, new protocol to follow, new diet restrictions (for my son). I’ll touch on all these subcategories as the month progresses. Here are some of my July post titles:
Institutional Autism: is it the same as regular Autism?
My self-imposed education on Autism (including resources)
Four Great Characteristics of Apserberger’s
My Daughter is on the Spectrum and I missed it!
Expectations of Family and Friends and How to deal with them when you have a child on the Spectrum
My Aspie Tendencies (You probably have a few too)
Autism and Diet