Wednesday, 5 October 2016
Saturday, 1 October 2016
Your X Has Williams Syndrome
I just came across these cute little videos explaining Williams Syndrome to peers. They have several videos aimed at siblings, classmates and friends of kids with Williams Syndrome. The videos are identical except for the intro bit, so I'll just post the 'sister' video here.
Thursday, 29 September 2016
Lisa Finds The Paper Tray
I just came across this neat story.
”So, I have this student, let’s call her Lisa. Lisa is a fifteen year old with Fragile X syndrome. She presents as someone with pretty severe autism: she barely makes eye contact, but is fully verbal. She has a personal relationship with the technical gadgets in a room (“Ask Printer if he knows the answer,” “It’s Projector’s turn to do a problem,”), but she won’t remember the names of students she’s been in class with for months. She has trouble reading a clock or counting change with automaticity, but she is one of my best Algebra students. You read that right: one of my very best Algebra students. She uses a white board (only the one with curved edges, not the square corners, and only with a blue dry-erase marker, never another color, especially not pink) to do all her work because her fine motor skills make it hard to fit side-work onto a single sheet of paper, but she unerringly knows what procedure to use when and applies her knowledge with almost complete accuracy.
I taught Lisa in the classroom for two years until I decided to quit classroom teaching and focus solely on my private Educational Therapy practice. Now Lisa comes to my home office twice a week for Algebra, while at school she will still be trying to become automatic at reading a clock and counting out change. Now, I knew that it would take Lisa a little while to get comfortable in her new surroundings, so the first time she came to my house, I ask if she wants to meet my husband, since he’d be around now and again.
“Nah,” she says, “Where’s your printer?” Silly me. She wanted to get straight to what’s important. So I show her my printer.
“He’s an HP, like the downstairs one [at my house]. What kind is he?”
I read her the name, “HP Photosmart Premium.”
“Huh,” she says. “Why do you have the pencil sharpener in front of him?”
“Oh,” I say, “That’s because there is no paper tray and that keeps the papers from falling on the floor.”
“Huh. He probably has a tray.”
“No, I’ve looked all over, and there isn’t a tray. Let’s do some math.”
She pauses in the middle of a problem, eyebrows furrowed. “The tray is probably underneath him.”
“No. I looked. I looked underneath and all around. There isn’t a tray.”
“Huh.” Lisa finishes her problem and asks for a break.
“Ok. Do you want a white board break?”
“Nah. Let’s look for your tray.”
Realizing it is useless to argue, I let Lisa go search for a tray I know is not there, just so she can let her pre-occupation go.
And she finds the tray.
Four years I’ve owned this printer and never found that stupid little tray, and within five seconds she has it pulled out and all set up for me.
In my (admittedly weak) defense, I tell her that I thought the little indentation under which the tray was hidden was a thumb rest.
“Huh.”
Over the course of the next three sessions, Lisa says, “You thought it was a thumb rest. But really it was a little tray.”
”So, I have this student, let’s call her Lisa. Lisa is a fifteen year old with Fragile X syndrome. She presents as someone with pretty severe autism: she barely makes eye contact, but is fully verbal. She has a personal relationship with the technical gadgets in a room (“Ask Printer if he knows the answer,” “It’s Projector’s turn to do a problem,”), but she won’t remember the names of students she’s been in class with for months. She has trouble reading a clock or counting change with automaticity, but she is one of my best Algebra students. You read that right: one of my very best Algebra students. She uses a white board (only the one with curved edges, not the square corners, and only with a blue dry-erase marker, never another color, especially not pink) to do all her work because her fine motor skills make it hard to fit side-work onto a single sheet of paper, but she unerringly knows what procedure to use when and applies her knowledge with almost complete accuracy.
I taught Lisa in the classroom for two years until I decided to quit classroom teaching and focus solely on my private Educational Therapy practice. Now Lisa comes to my home office twice a week for Algebra, while at school she will still be trying to become automatic at reading a clock and counting out change. Now, I knew that it would take Lisa a little while to get comfortable in her new surroundings, so the first time she came to my house, I ask if she wants to meet my husband, since he’d be around now and again.
“Nah,” she says, “Where’s your printer?” Silly me. She wanted to get straight to what’s important. So I show her my printer.
“He’s an HP, like the downstairs one [at my house]. What kind is he?”
I read her the name, “HP Photosmart Premium.”
“Huh,” she says. “Why do you have the pencil sharpener in front of him?”
“Oh,” I say, “That’s because there is no paper tray and that keeps the papers from falling on the floor.”
“Huh. He probably has a tray.”
“No, I’ve looked all over, and there isn’t a tray. Let’s do some math.”
She pauses in the middle of a problem, eyebrows furrowed. “The tray is probably underneath him.”
“No. I looked. I looked underneath and all around. There isn’t a tray.”
“Huh.” Lisa finishes her problem and asks for a break.
“Ok. Do you want a white board break?”
“Nah. Let’s look for your tray.”
Realizing it is useless to argue, I let Lisa go search for a tray I know is not there, just so she can let her pre-occupation go.
And she finds the tray.
Four years I’ve owned this printer and never found that stupid little tray, and within five seconds she has it pulled out and all set up for me.
In my (admittedly weak) defense, I tell her that I thought the little indentation under which the tray was hidden was a thumb rest.
“Huh.”
Over the course of the next three sessions, Lisa says, “You thought it was a thumb rest. But really it was a little tray.”
Monday, 26 September 2016
This is Hyperlexia
A cute little video showing what it's like to have a hyperlexic and hypernumeric preschooler.
This just makes me smile.
Sunday, 25 September 2016
Dancing Barista
Four days before her birthday, autistic AAC user Carly Fleischmann posted this video of an autistic barista doing a stimmy dance to help him concentrate while making a drink. She said that her birthday wish was to have this video go viral.
Well, she got her wish. He got to be so well-known, he and his boss even appeared on the Ellen Show. (Note for auditory sensitivities: Ellen's show has applause.)
Keep dancing!
Well, she got her wish. He got to be so well-known, he and his boss even appeared on the Ellen Show. (Note for auditory sensitivities: Ellen's show has applause.)
Friday, 23 September 2016
Orion's Really Happy Reel
Orion is a DeafBlind child in a Deaf family. His mother says it's important for children to laugh every day. She shared this sweet video compilation of Orion having fun.
Monday, 19 September 2016
What it is to be Me! A Book Review
I've been collecting disability-related kids books lately. I reviewed a couple that I didn't like so much on my other blog recently. Here, I'll review a book I've enjoyed a lot more - What it is to be Me! by Angela Wine.
Written by the mother of an autistic kid, this short, simple book features a boy named Danny explaining how Asperger's Syndrome affects him. The book discusses both common strengths and weaknesses of autism, and the ways that the same trait (eg hypersensitive hearing) can be both a talent and something that causes problems.
I'd say it's aimed at a young child, probably around 6 years or so, who knows absolutely nothing about autism/Asperger Syndrome. The language is simple and understandable for a fairly young child, and the art style is aimed at the same age range. It's a short book, about 13 pages long. If you're looking for an in-depth educational resource, this isn't it. This is a nice basic introduction to what it's like to be autistic.
My favorite bit is the very end, where Danny says that Asperger's makes him different, but also cool, and then says he's "proud to be an Asperger kid", because it makes him who he is.
The very last bit is a note from the author, talking about her son's diagnosis and how his self-esteem issues motivated her to explain his Asperger Syndrome to him. That conversation inspired her to write this book.
Written by the mother of an autistic kid, this short, simple book features a boy named Danny explaining how Asperger's Syndrome affects him. The book discusses both common strengths and weaknesses of autism, and the ways that the same trait (eg hypersensitive hearing) can be both a talent and something that causes problems.
I'd say it's aimed at a young child, probably around 6 years or so, who knows absolutely nothing about autism/Asperger Syndrome. The language is simple and understandable for a fairly young child, and the art style is aimed at the same age range. It's a short book, about 13 pages long. If you're looking for an in-depth educational resource, this isn't it. This is a nice basic introduction to what it's like to be autistic.
My favorite bit is the very end, where Danny says that Asperger's makes him different, but also cool, and then says he's "proud to be an Asperger kid", because it makes him who he is.
The very last bit is a note from the author, talking about her son's diagnosis and how his self-esteem issues motivated her to explain his Asperger Syndrome to him. That conversation inspired her to write this book.
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