|Kaufman speech cards are used to treat Apraxia.|
But, in the end, it's often day-to-day life experiences that really remind people why they believe or do not believe in a god.
Much has changed since the last post about my son and his Autism/ASD.
Maybe it's because he's getting bigger and it's a littler harder to handle, but he seems to be having sensory overloads a little more often these days. Maybe it's all the doctor appointments - he's tired! An overload usually means him flailing about the room thrashing his head around and generally being completely hyperactive. Wrapping him in a weighted blanket often seems to help. It's hard to explain in words, but you would know what I mean if you saw it.
We took him to an Occupational Therapist and she told us he is intellectually and functionally on par with what they understand an average three-year-old to be. That's a relief, but we always knew that. She confirmed his speech was delayed as well - something we also knew.
He now seems to be talking much more but he's very difficult to understand. It's not senseless babble, but rather syllables seem to collapse into each other and sounds drop out at the front and end of words. It's like he knows what he wants to say but things get jumbled up on the way down from his brain to his mouth. So we brought him to a Speech Therapist and it looks a lot like he may have Apraxia - but he's still too young for a formal diagnosis.
My parents have said that I was a late-speaker. Unfortunately, they are also convinced there is nothing at all wrong with my son and that the ASD is a kind of medical fad. This makes it very hard for us to rely on their information. Furthermore, it was over 35 years ago!
My wife made an elegant post about this. In it she thought about God like I did when I came to grips with him getting diagnosed as being on the ASD.
The other overwhelming thing to me is to think, gee, he's both ASD AND apraxic. Like, holy hell, there is no God! Seriously, who would do that to someone? Especially a kid! Argh, I just need a few moments of "why him? Why me? Poor him! Poor me!" and then I'll have to let it go or it will depress me. There are many days I believe he is more resilient and determined than I am.
Here's the rest of the post, which contains a description of Apraxia: Geez, Apraxia AND ASD?