This is the name of a documentary about children with autism who have recovered. I was sent this short version by a friend. I told her I cannot get enough of seeing stories like this to fuel my fire in continuing on our biomedical intervention. It's nice to see Jeff Bradstreet, Amy Yasko and Andrew Wakefield talking around a round table with other neurologists. I would love to see the full movie.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=tsjx0Lo05z4&feature=related
My son is 5 years old and has no speech, just sounds, although he tries to say Daddy, cracker and sometimes "ch" for chip, there is no real talking involved. I think perhaps that I could better accept all of the quirks and uniqueness (see previous post) of my child if I could just have some kind of dialogue with him. I have waited all of these years for it. True, we communicate on many other levels. Am I wrong to want him to speak and understand me so badly? It seems only natural. It seems, too, a sad irony to have a child like him in such a loquacious family.
Liberty was recently sick and I suppose that it is at these times, when he does not feel good and can only cry, that this desire in me is really intensified. There is nothing worse than not being able to comfort your child when you do not know what is wrong.
I do have hope that my son will talk one day. His brain seems to be setting up for it as evidenced by doing puzzles and using some signs for objects. One woman who made a comment on the film said her daughter is beginning to talk at seven years old after starting the biomed intervention.
I just have to get used to the idea that Liberty is not going to do things "on time" like other neurotypical children. You would think that I'd have gotten that by now, wouldn't you?
http://youtube.com/watch?v=tsjx0Lo05z4&feature=related
My son is 5 years old and has no speech, just sounds, although he tries to say Daddy, cracker and sometimes "ch" for chip, there is no real talking involved. I think perhaps that I could better accept all of the quirks and uniqueness (see previous post) of my child if I could just have some kind of dialogue with him. I have waited all of these years for it. True, we communicate on many other levels. Am I wrong to want him to speak and understand me so badly? It seems only natural. It seems, too, a sad irony to have a child like him in such a loquacious family.
Liberty was recently sick and I suppose that it is at these times, when he does not feel good and can only cry, that this desire in me is really intensified. There is nothing worse than not being able to comfort your child when you do not know what is wrong.
I do have hope that my son will talk one day. His brain seems to be setting up for it as evidenced by doing puzzles and using some signs for objects. One woman who made a comment on the film said her daughter is beginning to talk at seven years old after starting the biomed intervention.
I just have to get used to the idea that Liberty is not going to do things "on time" like other neurotypical children. You would think that I'd have gotten that by now, wouldn't you?
3 comments:
Wow! That is some video. The powers that be can't hold back the flood walls much longer.
Mine certainly sometimes do things in the 'wrong' order, and it's always a surprise to me when they do it - something like hand leading that neither or them ever did and just started doing a couple of months ago.
Best wishes
He's five? You've got a ways to go before you get to "the other side" of that feeling. It's such a sweet relief, for everyone, when you do, but be patient with yourself, it takes, I'm going to say, another year or two. By the time he's six or seven you will be further along your grief process.
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