Since 2013, Asperger’s Syndrome is technically no longer a diagnosis on its own. For whatever reason, the medical profession has decided it’s now part of a broader category of mental disorders called Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD), and this was the diagnosis we were given.
But, if you separate it out, Asperger’s Syndrome is what doctors call a “high-functioning” type of ASD which means the symptoms are less severe than other kinds of Autism.
Although it doesn’t exist as a formal diagnosis any more, we prefer to tell people that our daughter has Asperger’s Syndrome, rather than Autism Spectrum Disorder. When you mention Autism, most people probably think of someone that’s non-verbal, and who may have odd mannerisms like rocking back and forth, or flapping their hands, and neither is true of our daughter, T. Most people have some idea that Asperger’s isn’t as severe as Autism, so they have some idea what to expect from T. Continue reading “Asperger’s Syndrome for beginners”
June was a busy month and now that school’s out and summer vacation’s started, we can catch our breath a little. The end of the school year saw the end of a couple of things for T.
First up was finishing up at PAST (Program to Assist Social Thinking) and “graduating” with the six or seven other students who are also not coming back to the program next year. PAST is normally for students in Grades 3-6 but because she didn’t start until halfway through Grade 6, she carried on with it through her Grade 7 year. Continue reading “Finishing up!”
The dust has settled and the moving boxes are unpacked. Well, most of them are anyway! After a busy month, we’ve settled into our new house. T took the move in her stride and is much more settled now we’re in the new house and moving isn’t looming on her horizon as an uncertain variable. She’s enjoying her new room and we didn’t have any issues saying goodbye to our old house. She used to get very emotional about goodbyes so we thought there might be tears during our final visit but she was absolutely fine about leaving the old house for the last time. We’re not sure if it’s the work she’s been doing over the last year, or simply another year of maturity that mean goodbyes are easier, but she was more excited than upset about moving on which made all our lives a little easier!
Now that the warmer weather is here, we’re getting out and about more and while her conversation skills have improved since her diagnosis, one area I’d really like to focus on with T over the next few months is what to say, and what not to say, when you’re visiting someone or you’re at a social event like a party. T’s Asperger’s means that she’s usually brutally honest and she often has absolutely no filter. Not normally a problem among family, but when you’re at someone’s house for dinner, saying “Daddy, there’s nothing to do here. I’m bored. Can we leave soon?” doesn’t go down too well with your hosts!
Continue reading “Is honesty the best policy?”
I’m working on a new post. Honestly I am. But life’s seriously getting in the way at the moment. Hopefully I’ll have something for you this weekend. And then I’ll get back into the weekly blogging habit.
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I’m there more often than I am here!! 😉
Yes, it’s been very quiet from me recently! Life has been getting in the way of blogging with a combination of a ten day vacation taking us out of the country earlier this month, and we’re also just a few days away from moving. Buying and selling our house was keeping me busy, and now we’re in the middle of packing up and heading off to the new house.
In the meantime, we’ve been really impressed with how T has been coping with the idea of moving house. We had to stage our current house to sell it, which meant transforming it from the cosy home she was used to, to a less personal and more generic-looking house that potential buyers could see themselves living in. After some initial resistance, she adapted to her new surroundings, although once the house sold, we could “un-stage” the house and we could go back to kind of living “normally” she was a lot more comfortable. As for moving, she’s definitely a little nervous about this and we’re often asked exactly when we’re going to move to the new house. I’ve probably told her a dozen times when that is, but it’s clearly something that she needs to constantly reassure herself about.
Continue reading “Long time, no speak”
I’m sure the question “Is there a cure for Asperger’s Syndrome?” is probably Google’s most asked question about Asperger’s. For me it’s kind of a tricky question.
Let’s look at how the word “cure” is defined. According to Dictionary.com, it includes:
- a means of healing or restoring to health; remedy.
- a method or course of remedial treatment, as for disease.
- to relieve or rid of something detrimental, as an illness or a bad habit
Looking the first two definitions, for me these are about treatment, and not cure. I find the third definition resonates most with me as to how I would define a “cure”. My thinking of what a cure is, is more that the underlying illness is treated, healed, and is no longer present. However, some people may see a cure as simply not having the symptoms of whatever illness you previously had.
Continue reading “Is Asperger’s Syndrome curable?”
You know the saying: “Don’t sweat the small stuff”? Well, that doesn’t really ring true with T. Often it’s the small stuff that has her really, really stumped.
Take for example, a couple of weeks ago when she went to log onto her school website to do her homework on Google Docs. When she went to log in, she got a pop-up window saying that her password had expired and she had to select a new one to log in. Stumped, she tried the old password again. And again. And again. When she realised she wasn’t getting very far very fast, she asked for help, but told us that her password couldn’t possibly not work anymore, because her teacher hadn’t given her a new one to use. In her mind, if her teacher gave her the initial password, it had to be the teacher that gave them updated passwords when they were going to expire. She hadn’t been given a new password, therefore her old one couldn’t POSSIBLY have expired. And she couldn’t POSSIBLY have to come up with a new password herself. Continue reading “Sweating the small stuff…..”