Friday, December 15, 2017

my dream

Today is my birthday, and there's only one thing I want. But I just don't know how to get it. I think if we work together, it can happen in time. That is my prayer.
I think about the great Dr. Martin Luther King all the time. King used the power of words and acts of nonviolent resistance to achieve seemingly impossible goals. I think about his words, his heart, his brave mission. His family. His ideals that cost him his life. And all he wanted was equality. Thinking about that is gutting. I read his "I have a Dream" speech several times a year. It literally makes me sob out loud.
I think about the equal rights I have simply because I am white, and I am a typical learner. I took these rights for granted until I became a proud mother to two boys with autism. And suddenly my eyes were opened to a stark reality of inequality for some. Simply because of the way they were born. Separate but equal is still not equal. Especially when the separate is so not equal.
I think about the peace that's been stolen from my family, relentlessly fighting for School District equality the past two years. This is not a teacher issue. It's a top down issue of culture and the belief that we are all deserving of an individualized education, and the resources and training to achieve that.

So today I channel Dr. King's brave words. I have a dream that our children would be judged on the content of their heart, their soul and their unshakable resilience. Not on their IQ, their unwanted behaviors, the additional resources they need to achieve equality, their diagnosis or their classroom placement. They are some of the most incredible humans on earth, living in a place that doesn't always understand them.
I have a favor? Please help me share these words. Regardless of color or creed or neurological differences, we are all equal members of the human family.
So much love,
Chrissy Kelly

Saturday, November 25, 2017

option B

Brilliant author and COO of Facebook, Sheryl Sandberg, was grieving to a friend because there was a father-child activity that her recently deceased husband, Dave, was no longer here to do. 

Sheryl shares, "We came up with a plan to fill in for Dave... But I want Dave. I want option A.” While crying to her friend, he put his arm around her and said, “Option A is not available. So let’s just kick the shit out of option B.”

We recently decided we need to homeschool Greyson. We aren't sharing the details, other than to say this is the right thing for Greyson right now. Life is too unpredictable to speak in forevers. (I have to remind myself of that often). Despite significant advancement in Federal Laws, I am deeply gutted that our public school can't meet the needs of all citizens. 

I'll be totally honest, I am scared to death, but most of all, outrageously hopeful about his future and at peace. Just a few weeks in, and we are both finding our new normal. He is finding a calm and happiness that had been gone for months. And because of that, so am I. And not to brag, but he's already first in class. This is not our Option A, but you better believe we are going to kick the shit out of our Option B.

Thursday, October 26, 2017

permanently figuring it out

Life. We figure it out as we go along. We always do. And we are always, always afraid we won't. (Always). We are so predictable, while life is anything but. Why don't we trust ourselves more? Why don't we trust our history of figuring out all the other things as we've gone along? I need to put a permanent post it on my mirror: "You are going to freak out. Stop it. You will figure it out. You always do."

Sunday morning had us watching back to back recorded episodes of the television show, This is Us. The character Randall, oh my word, Randall. He is my favorite. (also- they are all my favorite.) He is a big feeler, an over-thinker, a perseverator, basically, STOP LIVING MY LIFE Randall!!!

He and is wife are doing the paperwork to sign up to be Foster Parents and he was FREAKING. What if we get one with issues? How will we know what to do?" He asks deeply afraid.

And then they get assigned a child. With issues. And do you know what? Randall jumped in, floundering, and doing it. At first super imperfectly, and then just like Elton John playing a piano amazingly. (Chills). That's just the thing about parenting and life... you figure out what to do. That's how it's done, mainly because we have no other choice, and also because that's what we have been hard wired by God to do. And in between- we do it wrong. We learn what we are made of. We see where we are too much, and where we are not nearly enough. But we do it. And we figure it out because it's important and because it's worth it.

We find the string and untangle it until it starts to resemble life.

Once upon a time I thought when it came to changing the world, I also thought I could easily change our school district. The Special Education program desperately needs an overhaul complete with a reallocation of resources. Don't tell me all schools are just too poor and we don't have the money- we are RICH. I've been to budget meetings, and board meetings, and LCAP (Local Community Action Plan) and Superintendent Search meetings, and have read and researched every single thing I could get my hands on. I've seen several multi million dollars pools built. I've seen marketing budgets. 

And for the past two years, I've been trying so so so hard. This is not a teacher or specific school issue. This is a top down issue of culture and resources. 

I've never worked SO HARD at something, and seen such little change. I've never felt so misunderstood. It's worn on my heart. It's made me forget who I am, what I stand for. It's left me feeling scared about my boys' futures. So much so, that I've forgotten that world changing can apply to so many more aspects of our lives. So lately, I've tried to focus more on what is going right and the places that are doing it right. When you take a hard look at your life, you will always find things you and others are doing right. If you don't take that hard look though, if you don't on purpose pay attention to it, you will not even notice it. It's so important to stop and take time to notice the good, because the bad can be so loud and can really break us down.

Remember when Parker was in the hospital last May? Well, Valley Children's Hospital gave us the opportunity to tell that story on camera. Take a look, it will give you the chills. Boy do I love this kid and this place. This is a place that is doing capital L Life right.

And then we were invited to their annual fundraiser, The Harvest Ball. (I know- a ball?! I am Cinda-fricking-rella!)

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Michael and I en route! I wasn't a bit nervous, I was just so excited. It's times like that, where I know implicitly, that I am doing the very work of my soul. This is what I was born to do.

Valley Children's Hospital showed their guests this video, and I was able to share a few personal words with 900 of my closest friends.

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When it comes to autism, there are people and places doing it right. Let's talk about that more. Thank you so so much to the CEO of Valley Children's Hospital, Todd Suntrapak for creating such a magical place and for empowering the people who work with you to do incredible things like George's Pass (well done Nurse Shelly!!) This guy is authentic, and his heart and actions towards our community of children shows it daily.

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PS- Michael and I stayed out until 1 am. That hasn't happened since 1978. I just thought you should know.

The world is not perfect, and sometimes our greatest struggles are actually a calling to what we are meant to do with our life, and more importantly, who we are meant to BE. It's all so confusing, and all so crystal clear.

Life. We figure it out as we go along. Don't worry, we always do.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

God is in the details

I remember reading something on the details of prayer over a year ago. The overall message was that it's ok to pray for specific things. That God listens to the details. I always feel bad asking for help, yes, even from God, but I wanted to give it a try. We were going through an incredibly difficult time at Greyson's school, and I was lost without a map. I am not comfortable digging into that publicly, so I mostly kept it to myself, but I was left feeling especially empty, scared and alone. Writing helps me process, and this mess stayed in my brain unprocessed. I prayed to God for the strength I needed to advocate, I prayed he keep Greyson safe, and I prayed for signs.

God- I know you are here with me. But I need signs from you. I need to feel it. I'm not usually so bossy, but this is really something I need, God. I'm gutted and scared and lost and don't know what to do. Show me what to do- but please- BE OBVIOUS. I sometimes don't know if that voice in my head is you or control freak me. I need to feel you here, so please, send me a sign.

A couple of days later I received a text from my friend Jen. One of those friends you don't really get to see or talk to much, but love just the same in your heart. Jen's message was something along the lines of- I dropped something off for you. I hope it's ok. If you don't like it I totally understand. I got to my house and saw something on our front porch. It was a sign. Not a tiny one- a big huge ass sign.

My jaw dropped onto the ground and rolled out in front of me. A SIGN. AN ACTUAL SIGN. I got the chills all over and with tears in my eyes I looked up and said- You are here! THANK YOU!!! Of course you are right here, every day, all the time. And I asked for a sign and you and my friend Jen DELIVERED AN ACTUAL SIGN TO ME. And take a look at it, it's perfect.

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You can get your own HERE. Or follow her Instagram page HERE. This is not a paid advertisement. I only share things I love them.
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I held that sign and I remembered, I saw, I knew, I know. God is listening. All the time. To all our details.

Fast forward to the end of this past Summer (even typing that sentence makes me feel sad. Bye Summer, we still miss you. Please write.) While scrolling through Facebook, I see that one of my very favorite humans and best selling author, Jen Hatmaker, was starting a podcast. She was crowd surfing for design help for her podcast picture. I had never listened to any podcasts before, but I thought- this is something I could get in to. Jen is hilarious, deep, light, brave, and a brilliant author and speaker. She's written a jillion books (12) and many of them wound up on all the important lists. But most of all, she's a girl, with a big heart and a computer trying to connect with the world, and who can't relate to that?

A week later I saw another post about her podcast. You are supposed to be on her podcast- I suddenly felt. It wasn't a thinking thought, it was a feeling thought. WHAT?! My brain said, you are crazy. (Which I am and fully, mostly, kind of embrace). But I'm so often tearing myself down- not saying this thing is something you HAVE supposed to do. 
No, no, no- I am NOT supposed to be on her podcast, I told the thought. She is interviewing fancy famous people and I am neither- I am just me. And the thought finally shut up. But only until her next post. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ON JEN HATMAKER'S PODCAST, it said again.

Stop thinking that! I told me. You don't have anything to bring to this table.
Stop being so negative, I told that voice.
Yes you do, God has given you such a blessed story and perspective and two magical boys and it's your life work to share it. You know that- for when you write and share and connect- you feel alive. More alive than you've ever felt. You feel purpose. Please- reach out. Make this happen. Don't be afraid to want this.

And so I did want this. More than anything I had felt for awhile. The stress of dealing with school had beaten so much of my spirit and confidence and hope for the world out. But this day, I felt it coming back. So I wrote Jen. A pathetic, dumb- Hi, you don't know me but I need to be on your podcast type of note. (Cringe). But FINALLY that aching urge vanished. THERE. I did it, now you can leave me alone- I told the voice. And I felt at peace. For about 24 hours.

DO MORE. The voice said. And this time I only argued with it for a minute before giving in. I went to my Facebook page and asked for our facebook friends to help me reach Jen Hatmaker and ask her to have me as a guest on her show. And everyone sent her comments and messages and tweets and more. Except it turns out, it was the her birthday. And the day of her book launch. And the messages got overshadowed by those incredibly important events. But it was ok, because I tried. And if there is one thing I am a PRO at, it's trying and failing. AMAZING at really. But then a few days later, she put a request out on her Facebook page. She wanted people to recommend someone she could interview who had moxie in spades. I went back to my Facebook page and once again made the request. If you connect with my words, will you recommend me to be interviewed for the For The Love Podcast with Jen Hatmaker? And friends, you showed up. Did you ever show up like crazy. I read literally hundreds of comments from you recommending ME. I felt like I was watching my eulogy, and it was good and beautiful and kind, and I just don't really know if I've ever felt anything like it in my life. Social media is so weird, and so good. I prayed to God, Please, I do want this. Please make this connection. 

A few days later, I received a message that I was selected to be a guest. And my brain and heart exploded the instant I read it. When was the last time you almost fell over because you got incredibly amazing news? 

Recording the podcast was easy and fun and mentally draining, and of course, Jen is everything good and kind and hilarious that you would hope her to be. Yesterday was the launch of my episode, and I would love for you to listen if you haven't already. The whole thing was God and magic.

HERE is my episode: HOW TO SURVIVE WHEN YOUR DREAMS DISSOLVE WITH CHRISSY KELLY. In it I share some of my most sacred parenting moments, and some that were my absolute rock bottom. That's ok- rock bottom is needed before any rise. And risen we have! I am truly so proud of our story, and my boys, and you- for being a virtual village. God is good.

Proof we are living a good life...

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Fun at the Big Fresno Annual Fair

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When he flies, he's so free.

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Jen's website is HERE. And you HAVE to buy her book, Of Mess and Moxie:Wrangling Delight Out of This Wild and Glorious Life.

HERE is the transcript from the show, in addition to some autism resources I recommend.

Don't forget- details matter.  God is listening. All the time.

So much Love,

Friday, August 11, 2017

back to school 2018

I realized I had lost my moxie.

How did it disappear? Can I pinpoint the day? Was it all at once or little by little? I sit here and ache from it's loss, yet grateful for the shocking realization. It's been months since I last felt that spark of unbreakable spirit I know is somewhere inside my soul. Since I looked in my mirror and said- "yes, that's her, that is me" and felt at home. Maybe at least knowing it's gone, is key to getting it back.

Moxie- ˈmäksē force of character, determination, or nerve.

What builds it? There is no exact recipe, but I do know it's born from struggle and dirt and pain and triumph. You can't really get it from watching reality TV and retail therapying (DAMN.)

We are approaching the end of Summer. School starts in just three days. I think back to all the Back to Schools I experienced as a child. New Uniforms, back packs, and lunch boxes were purchased. My Strawberry Shortcake lunch box was one of my favorites. Unfortunately it didn't smell like strawberries, it smelled like cool metal, stale PB+J and orange peels. We would patiently await to find out if we were getting Teacher A, or Teacher B- there were always two options per grade in the St. Louis Missouri, Catholic Schools I was raised in. I would carry my new supplies- new pencils sharpened with pride, brand new beautiful crayons aching to color all inside a shiny new pencil box- so excited to start fresh each year. The night before school started I could never sleep I was so excited.

Some back to school- "Get to Know Me's" I made for the boys teachers, aides, and school staff. It's really scary to send your children into the world when they struggle to communicate. Anything you can do to ease that fear and make the transition smoother, the better.

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We don't model please or thank you, because those are hard words to learn for learners who struggle with language. Nouns like "banana" or "car" are easy- they are associated with something tangible. Words like "go" or "put" are a little harder- but still belong to concrete concepts. However- "please" is social, not functional, and isn't associated with something concrete. When Grey is frequently told, "please" and "thank you", or made to say it- he starts adding it to every word in every sentence. It took us a year to undo sentences like, "car please, is please, green please."

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Now I'm a mom to two precious, energetic amazing little boys. This is the first year that both boys will be going to school. Our school experience is not like the one I had growing up. Teachers and programs change up until the last minute. We don't go to our home school with kids from the neighborhood because they don't have an autism program.  It takes up so much of my energy- so much so that I can barely write sometimes. It's made me realize that stress eats creativity for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It's crushed so much of my confidence and my soul.

Those of you who are here with me, breaking bread in this sacred space know my heart. I just want what's right. Some of that is short term stuff, like best and current practices in education, appropriate training, open communication. I want my boys to have a method to communicate, and a method to be communicated with. For many kids with autism- pictures + words (not just words) is how to best communicate with them. I want individualized services and Inclusion that makes sense. I want a true collaboration- Teachers know a lot about teaching, and I know a lot about my child.

Lastly, yet perhaps most importantly, I want to big, systemic changes, not just for my boys but for all, and all over the world. You see, the day Greyson was diagnosed with autism-I finally realized that despite countless hours of Speech Therapy, and Behavior Therapy and diet changes and supplements, that I could not change his diagnosis. No matter what I did, I couldn't change the fact that he has autism. So I decided on that very day, "Well, I can't change the fact that Greyson has autism, so instead I will just have to change the world." And I totally thought it would be easy. Ha!

But my mother's heart aches to see a change in hearts and minds and culture showing that ALL students are capable, deserve support and deserve a great educational experience that will lead them to a life of well-being in our community. I want to shatter the implicit bias that individuals with disabilities are less than. I want to dissect the "Us vs Them" mentality of Special Education versus General Education. I want us all to belong to each other, like Mother Theresa said. I want for everyone to embrace that "Inclusion" can and should go beyond specific classroom curriculum and trickle into every breathing aspect of life.

But we just aren't there yet. And some days I'm pretty sure someone crumpled up the map to get us there and then threw it away.

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Well, yesterday, The amazing author Jen Hatmaker created a call to action on her Facebook page. She has a podcast, and was looking to the public to find a guest to interview. It's been something I felt like I HAD to do since the day she announced she would be hosting one. This gal has an enviable spirit, and charisma that pulls you in. She's everything good in the world, and she's the very definition of Moxie. I asked my Facebook friends if they would recommend me to be a podcast guest on her show too.

You guys, I was ABSOLUTELY overwhelmed with the response. It was like I got to hear my eulogy while I was still alive. Hundreds of likes and comments about me. I can barely take a compliment so it was awful and WONDERFUL. You guys said the greatest stuff on earth- about my mothering and advocacy and passion. I remembered for the first time in a long time who I was. It's one of the greatest gifts I've received, and absolutely a God thing. I was feeling at an all time low. It took you and your words to remind me who I am, because I had forgotten. I wasn't a pain in the ass, demanding, unreasonable mother.

I was and am a moxiefull Mother changing the world because it damn right NEEDS TO BE CHANGED. And if world changing was easy, everyone would do it. The truth is, I didn't pick this job for me. God tells me ALL THE TIME, with so many in my face reminders- Chrissy- this job was picked just for you. It will not be easy. However, it is worth it. Not just for your boys but for all whose world's will be changed by your words. There are amazing skills you already possess that you get to sharpen with this task- use those skills and feel alive. There are also skills you don't have now, but if you are open to learning- this will be your teacher.

And you know what? I'm here on earth to learn. Thank you for reminding me who I am and why I fight for what I fight for.

Some scenes from Summer...

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We were 92% water. You can call us cucumbers.

In July, my amazing sister Lisa and her family came from Missouri for a week to visit. It was the best thing ever.

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We love our cousins, Tristin, Levi and Maggie.

And I love my sister, it had been three long years since I had seen her. We are close in heart, but far in distance.

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We had SO much fun. My favorite part is that we got to do regular old life together. She came with me to Speech Therapy, and to where the boys do their Behavior Therapy. We worked out together and ate together and grocery shopped together, and even drank Titos and played Cards Against Humanity together. Like the real, unfancy, important stuff.  Life is so much more doable when you have family around to help carry the load, and do the fun stuff with too.

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One night when I was taking him to bed, Parker looked at me and said, "Maggie".

"You want Maggie in here with you?" I asked, mouth in an oval and eyebrows raised high in surprise. I couldn't believe he was willing and able to share his space after a full day of extroverting.

"Yes!" he said.

And I kid you not, they slept together every night after that. Oh sweet Jesus, my eyes have never seen such a thing. I almost can't speak of it, it was so magical. The first night I slept in there too, afraid Parker might wake up and decide he no longer wanted Maggie in there after all, or afraid he might pee on her! As we were lying in the dark that first night, foot cuddling and giggling (Maggie made sure to get Parker a stuffed animal to sleep with "so he doesn't get scared"), Maggie says to me in her little, perfect, high-pitched five year old voice. "Aunt Chrissy? You are such a wonderful mother to your boys." I couldn't breathe it hurt so good to hear.

While they were here, we all took a trip to Southern California, Hermosa Beach specifically. The place we used to call home before moving to the Central Valley.

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We were one with the beach and the sand and I was afraid I would wake up from this little dream of heaven.

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One morning we saw a pod of dolphins. (Thank you google for letting me know what a group of them was called). Four together, swimming majestically. The entire beach vibrated and I was afraid to blink or breathe- blinded by their beauty and grace. This is their ocean really, and we are so lucky they let us play in it. My friend- I wish you that same level of peace in your life that I felt while watching the dolphins.

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Greyson flaps with the rhythm of the sea, coming in and out with the tide. He has insight to nature and the world that we can't even see. One day when I get to heaven, I can't wait for God to tell me about them.

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From the moment we pulled onto Pacific Coast Highway and could feel the ocean pull, Parker asked for "blue house". Over and over, pointing right, (randomly I thought). "I want blue house!" he said more and more urgently. "Ok buddy- we will find you a blue house", I told him. I had no idea what he meant, until the moment we arrived on the sand. He saw the Lifeguard stand and starting running for it, joyfully exclaiming- "Blue house!!!!!" Little baby lightbulbs. They are always turning on.

My heart, my heart, my heart... Of course they are worth any battle. When you have spent your first 40-something years trying to get people to like you, it's hard to care more about doing the right thing, and getting the right thing done than caring if you like me. At any given moment there's a construction zone in my brain. Maybe I should wear a shirt that says, "Open During Construction. Please excuse the mess."

I've always been of the motto- Hey, let's make friends while we're at this life thing. And, If you are not having fun, you are doing it wrong. This life mottos of mine are not going so great for me at school. I'm learning though. It's my growth spot, and a struggle God has given me to grow. Sometimes I forget that. Sometimes I would like to return this gift like a too small sweater from the Mall.  Thanks so much, God but this struggle isn't exactly what I was looking for. Any other ones you got lying around big guy? 

Sometimes we must boldly look our struggle in the face and say, "Welcome. And thank you. What are you here to teach me?"

Have you lost your Moxie too? Join me in reading Jen Hatmaker's new book, Of Mess and Moxie: Wrangling Delight out of this Wild and Glorious Life. In it she says, "We will endure discouragement, heartbreak, failure, and suffering. All of us. And more than once. And in more than one category. And in more than one season. But we are the very same folks who can experience triumph, perseverance, joy and rebirth. More than once. And in more than one category. And in more than one season. And that? That is moxie."

(I'll give you a moment to feel your chills...)

I want you to look in the mirror and remember you and your moxie too. Moxie doesn't have to be big and sweeping. Sometimes it's just the small things we do, when even the small things feel impossible.

And in case you need this reminder like I often do...

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So much love,


Wednesday, July 12, 2017

All About AAC: why we finally dove in

It felt like giving up.

You learn early on in your autism battle that when fighting a dragon, you don't stop when you're tired. You stop when the dragon is tired. And one thing you never ever do- is give up.

I have two amazing boys with autism. Parker is 6 and Greyson is 8 years old. I immerse myself in their world and therapies daily. My empath personality lets me feel the smallest percentage of their struggle. Even that small part is unbearable at times. It's also that voice in my head that reminds me that I must do everything possible to help them navigate the world as independently as possible. 

When the autism portion of this life journey began, I was paralyzed by the future and the "what ifs" I feared would never come true. The biggest- What if they never call me mom? The thought took my breath away. I couldn't bear to hear other moms at the playground complain about hearing "Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom", all day long.

Just one time...if I could just hear it once, I would pray.

We did two one hour sessions of Speech Therapy during the period of Early intervention, which stopped on their third birthday. We then continued with one hour of private practice Speech each week to supplement what's given at school.

I thought about using Augmentative and Alternative Communication the presented as "AAC" by our ABA therapy program when my oldest was about 4 years old. I wasn't ready to give up on him speaking, so we decided not to really pursue it. After several more years, I thought about it again. My oldest was now 7 and had an additional diagnosis of apraxia in addition to autism. His intelligibility by unfamiliar listeners was about 10%. And I didn't see his language sky-rocketing anytime soon, when he couldn't even try words on for size. It would be like expecting him to learn how to ride a bike- without being able to use an actual bike to teach him.

So I decided then, about a year ago- that I would give up. I would give up on my hopes and dreams of him speaking and having conversations and telling me about his day. I felt like at the very least I was compromising with hope. By this time- at least he could say "mom"- it comes out as "mah". He can request preferred items and food- at least in ways I can translate for others. "Dit mies" are fries and "hah gog" is hot dog. I knew him in ways better than a mom might know a boy who could talk. I knew every sound, every look, every need he might have...or so I thought.

After an AAC Evaluation, our District recommended we use LAMP- Language Acquisition through Motor Planning. I watched every video and tutorial I could on it. I spent hours adding in custom pictures of people and preferred food and toys. I was able to use it to have conversations. But after a month's time- I just didn't like the app, and it just didn't seem like it was going to be able to take him where he needed to go language wise.

He spends 30 hours at school a week, and about 60 waking hours outside of school, so we needed to use a program I was completely sold on, and I wasn't sold on this one. I could go into the reasons I didn't like it- but the truth is- it's a great app, and lots of kids are successfully using it. It just wasn't a good fit for us.

Based on my son's strengths, (he is great at visual scanning, generalization of pictures, and sorting categories) I wanted to trial Proloquo to Go (P2G).

P2G is a symbol-supported communication app that promotes language development and grows communication skills, from beginning to advanced communicators, according to their website. I loved the easy to recognize symbols, the fact that a picture and a word can be put on the sentence strip (head start on reading for the win!), the way they categorized their icons and the fact I could change the grid size on every single page. I went against the District's recommendation and classroom roll out which was heavily focused on fringe words. After much research, I wanted to tackle AAC using a core word approach. I hired an outside Speech Therapist who specialized in AAC to help me customize a program for Greyson. I spent hours tailoring it to be clear and easy to understand and functional for my son's needs.

I started with the largest grid size we could (A few steps above his developmental level) and hid words and concepts (ie- pronouns beyond, I, you, my) as appropriate, to reveal as his language grew. We had a beautiful home screen that encased on core language. This is what his screen looks like today. In just 10 months we've been able to reveal a lot of new language.

From the beginning, I saw how P2G could not only help him communicate his needs of today, but it could also help him develop language. He was finally going to be able to learn to ride a bike- by actually using a bike! 

We focused modeling on core words. Core words make up most of what we say in typical conversation and writing. Many studies across different languages and age groups have found that about 50 words account for 40 to 50% of what we say, 100 words account for about 60%, and 200 to 400 words account for 80% of the words we use every day. (source)

Greyson already had a strong concept of highly motivating fringe words (nouns); his receptive language is great. Words like "fries", and "Lightning McQueen" and "cars" and "trains". But what was missing was an understanding of those harder to understand core words that are not associated with something tangible or "pictureable". Words like "get"," stop", "here", "watch", "can" and "come".  The understanding of those types of words is what will help him develop his language.

How do we get him to understand those words?

We modeled like crazy. We modeled and encouraged elicitation of a variety of communicative functions beyond requesting (commenting, asking questions, protesting, negating greeting/goodbyes). At the beginning we also honored all requests that were reasonable/doable. Ice cream at 9pm- sure! (A pony- not so much). But we did try to honor many of his initial independent requests so that he could understand the amazing power of communication!

We focused on a small group of core words at a time. (Training and core word classroom material found HERE.) Fringe words are highly motivating, and are the glue that helps contextualize what the core words mean.

More recently, I also got my own ipad, and using an app called Dropbox, I downloaded Greyson's specific language on my device. I use it to model what I believe Greyson would say based on his behavior or the setting, ("I don't want a banana", "Can I have chips?" "My Mom looks really young.") Ok, fine- I made up the last one but with a little Botox, it's possible. I also use it to speak for myself. Typical children learn to speak by hearing others using spoken language. AAC users learn to communicate by watching others use AAC.

I created some visuals to act as adult prompts. This way it was easier to remember which core words we were focusing on. I used velcro to attach each icon so they could easily be switched out. I also made a copy for his classroom.

And we made some base conversation starters to help adults model a variety of different ways. Each sheet was location specific. We did one for the kitchen, the front door, and the playroom too. I created specific ones for school based on function as well.

We model in the natural environment, as well as in more structured ones. I'm not afraid to make mistakes or change what I was about to say on the fly. We've started using P2G with my youngest son too. He does not have apraxia, but he does have autism and the language delays that often accompany the disorder.

HERE we are making banana bread.

HERE Greyson is using it to order ice cream

Here are some tips I've come up with that have been instrumental in helping us implement AAC. MLU- is a fancy term for Mean Length of Utterance. Basically- how many words do they use in a sentence. If a child only can label items- "ball", "bird", you don't want to model 5 word sentences. You would start with sentence 2-3 words. "Yellow ball." "I see bird."  

Now Greyson is beginning to use it independently. It turns out, I didn't actually always know what he wanted and needed. Now he can tell me when he is sad. He can tell me he actually wants to ride an escalator, instead of go get ice cream. He can tell me his teeth hurt. All of these are things he has expressed to me all on his own by using his device. It's remarkable to see how far he has come in such a short period of time. We still have a long way to go, but I'm confident with tons of modeling and classroom and ABA support, we can and will get there. 

He even negotiated with me when he didn't want to go bowling.

When I think of language, its like a ticker tape running at the bottom of a screen. As the words come in, we process and assign meaning. If need be, we respond. But with many children with autism- they need pictures to comprehend. For them, I picture language not like a ticker tape but like bubbles, and once they pop- it's impossible to remember and put them in the right order again. AAC gives my son the visual he needs to process and understand language- making it a little more permanent in his mind.

I can't imagine how it would feel to not be able to express yourself. Words heal, they connect, the build, they express, they validate, they request, they delight, they entertain, they express disgust and disdain...I can't tell you how much I love words, and the fact that my boys struggle with them pains me completely. They need to be able to use words to do all those things too. I must teach them.
I can't forget to mention- my son's expressive (spoken) language attempts have doubled since using the device. And he's FINALLY using a handful of verbs beyond, "I want x". All the data says a child's expressive language increases by using a Speech Generating Device- but to actually see it and hear it in our home blows my mind. My only regret is that we didn't start this sooner. 

Other AAC resources:

Praactical AAC

Proloquo 2 Go 

ASHA Position Statement on AAC for SLPs

ASHA Technical Report for SLPs on AAC

Article: Don't Demand Prerequisites-( PECS use before AAC is NOT required).

This is the brand of case we use.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

hodge podge

Happy Summer.

We are sweating through 100+ degree days and soaking up mornings free of getting ready for school in a mad and crazy rush. We still have therapy every morning, but now we don't have to be anywhere until 9 or 9:30. I'm a big fan of the world starting at 9:30. People need appropriate time to caffeinate and to linger in pajamas.

I'm going to share some things I've shared on Facebook, because I know a lot of you smart fellers don't have Facebook, and you may want to see what's going on. Besides, it's time we caught up.

First- here's a tour of our therapy room. Hopefully even if you don't have Facebook, you can view it. I remember first starting ABA. "Just buy some highly preferred toys and some educational toys. If there was a table and chair to sit in, that would be great." I was told. I had no idea how to set up a therapy room. I had no idea what to buy. This video answers some of those questions.

Here's a video of Parker in Speech Therapy. Speech is one of the highlights of our week. Both boys have come so so so far thanks to rigorous and consistent Speech Therapy, including Summers. Parker goes once a week for 50 minutes and Grey goes twice that amount. One session Grey works on language, and one session on articulation for his apraxia. We would go four times a week if we could afford it. Grey has apraxia- which is a neurological motor planning disorder. His brain can't always tell his mouth, lips, tongue, and jaw and corresponding muscles which way to move to make the right sound. We have to rewire those faulty and often inconsistent error patterns. In any Speech Therapy setting I must make sure he has goals to work on sound errors, not just language.

Only a Speech Therapist can diagnose Apraxia.

And a special moment I shared from the other evening.

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My son just went into the kitchen and got me a fork. All on his own. Oh if you could see the replay of his life and see all the work that has been laid down for YEARS to make this happen.

Unless you've been there, you can never fully really understand or even describe the magic of ABA- Applied Behavior Analysis.

"What is ABA?" You google in fear, late at night when they tell you your child has autism and they recommend this intervention. It sounds vague and scary.

ABA is based on the science of learning and behavior. This science includes general laws about how behavior works for all of us- and how learning takes place. ABA therapy applies these laws in a way that helps to increase useful or desired behaviors. ABA also applies these laws to help reduce behaviors that may interfere with learning or behaviors that may be harmful.

But ABA has also given us a life.

My husband and I can go places with our two boys with autism, and we can do things that before felt impossible. We aren't perfectly well behaved all the time (not even close!), but we can do it.

Now Greyson is 8 years old. At 2, he was taught categories. Real life items and then pictures that he had to sort. Things like vehicles, animals, and clothing. He learned "fork" from the real item, and also from flash cards. Painstakingly, day after day for weeks. First receptively (the understanding of language- "hand me fork") and then from a field of three. Then expressively (spoken word- "what is it?" "Fork".)

Then he had to learn rooms in our house. Over and over and over again. "Go to kitchen." "Where is Family Room?"  "Let's see playroom." Then he had to learn specific items in the rooms. "Where is the oven?" "Show me the fridge." "Where are spoons?"

Over and over and over. Repetition. Taking data every single time to look for what's working and if need be, where WE need to alter the environment to make it click for him.

And then following directions, and then two step directions. (Ex- go to your room, get shoes.) It's SO HARD for him to keep more than one step in his mind at a time. And then three. All of it heavy in language- a category that autism + apraxia makes so freaking hard.

And tonight I needed a fork and I didn't really want to get up for the 800th time. So with hope in my heart, I turned to him and said- "Go get mom fork." (We don't waste "please" or "thanks" with him. We are only working on functional at this stage of life.)

And in slow motion, he goes to the kitchen and pauses. I hold my breath. I watch him intently as he opens the utensil drawer. I can see his wheels turning. He walks back into the family room and lays this down in front of me like it's no big deal.

But to me, it is everything.

Lastly, our Parker- aka "Doodle" graduated from preschool. Last week. I'm so sad to be leaving our magical preschool that I can't write about it. I don't know how I'll survive two in public school. 

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Thank you so much for reading.

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Greyson's 8th

Do you remember Summer?

No- not simply the season. The state of mind. The Summer that only kids know and feel and taste and live. Staying out until dark and coming home filthy. Wearing your swimsuit all day some days. Hearing the melody of the ice cream man and FREAKING OUT that I would ask my parents for money and they would say yes, but I would MISS THE ICE CREAM MAN.  Enduring bedtime only so you can wake up and do it all over again the next day.

This evening felt like just a touch of that. (long happy exhale.)

I feel like me. And I wonder what happening between then and now that made me feel so tired and old and not so open to the beauty of the every day adventure. It's so easy to forget to play. It's so easy to forget that much of life is actually- easy. It's so easy to forget to dream. We get so tripped up on the hard parts.

The other day I was at our favorite donut shop, ordering donuts for Grey's birthday. There was a woman there being interviewed for a job. I listed intently as I waited in line.

Interviewer: So, what would you say is your best quality?

Lady: I don't know..... (long silence). I don't really think that way. (more silence.)


Lady: I guess I'm positive, she finally replied. Not very enthusiastic at all.

Interviewer: What are your dreams in life?

Lady: Like what do I plan or hope to do? Hmmmmm. (lots more of silence.) Woah.

(It's my turn in line and I'm trying to order and eavesdrop at the same time. I am very skilled at eavesdropping.)

Lady: I guess we all start out with dreams, but then life just gets in the way, so we don't really follow our dreams.

(Me: NO!!! Take that back. You can't say that out loud!)

I've been thinking a lot about that lady. Thinking about how:

1. It's so damn hard for many of us to name our best qualities. REALLY HARD. Of course I memorized some qualities that sounded good back in my interviewing days, but I didn't really embrace that way of thinking. It's not even a fact of being humble- it's being waaaay to hard on ourselves. We can be anyone we want to be, so why aren't we singing the praises of the results of our choices? Why are we so hard on ourselves? I'm certain God gave every single one of us gifts. Gifts that we are meant to share with others. Why are we downplaying these gifts? Have you ever given someone a special gift that you put so much thought into, and they barely regarded it with a second glance? Why do we do that to God? 

2. At first I was thinking- She so bombed that interview. But then I was also thinking- what's so bad about admitting out loud that you don't really dream anymore? That's a sad kind of honest. I bet the VAST MAJORITY of us are just making it through the day. I think somewhere along the lines we really do forget to dream. We mustn't ever forget to dream. Otherwise they can't come true. Life can't be all about guilt and bills and traffic and stress and obligation. I asked myself- what is your dream, Chrissy? Think about it in concrete terms. Don't be so bogged down by life and so afraid of failure that you forget to dream.

Tonight I remembered who I am and what I dream of being. I'll let you in on a secret. I usually, mostly, quite often have no idea what I'm doing. In parenting and adulting and life. I make simple things much too complicated. I spend time dealing with feelings and people who just aren't in my own lane. I need to keep my eyes in my own lane, and dole out my energy in accordance to how I want to live and in places that are positive.

I want to tell the truth. I want to stop apologizing for how I parent. I want to do what's right and good. I want to pay attention to the small gifts strewn throughout my day by God. I want to pay attention to my gifts. I want to encourage others. I want to learn all the things that make me feel alive. I want to play and I want to dream.

So today, in celebration of Grey's 8th Birthday- we played.

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Then we went to see "ah-mals". The Zoo is one of Grey's favorite places. Fresno has THE BEST zoo.

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I wonder what he dreams.... 

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This is our real life. And so much of it actually IS a dream come true even though it looks so very different than I had planned.

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Be still my heart. When he looks at me, like really really looks at me- time stops.

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This was dinner-ish. I would totally deny that in a job interview though. I'm not 100% sure I would be hired as their mom based on some of my choices. Luckily God already assigned me to this project for all of my life.

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We can learn a lot from the way kids explore, play, get dirty and dream.

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Let's both try something. What do you say? Let's not forget why we are awesome. (Because we are). What's your best quality? You don't have to tell me, but you have to come up with something. I think mine is the way I view the world, and the way I love. I always say that's my blessing and my curse- but I'm going to just focus on the blessing part.

Now that Summer approaches, let's remember to make it more than a season. Let's make it a way of living. And let's promise to make time to play and to dream.

So Much Love,