Care4autism

Yesterday, Isha came back from school and wanted to know what "interferring" means. I racked my brains for a suitable answer. I told her in a broad sense  and finally  came up with us. I told her for instance when mom and dad are having a serious conversation and you butt in every now and then, then that could be called interferring. She stopped me right there and told me Amma, but that is interrupting and not interferring. I clamped my mouth shut.                       This is a slightly dirty one. What is a girl with a  continous thick nasal discharge called?........Nosy volcano.                       She wears two long  hair plaits to school.Today morning , just before leaving to school, she  told me "You comb my hair re...

Ramam had his first episode of seizure attack this month.  Least expected , it came as a jolt on a Sunday afternoon two weeks back. Thankfully, his EEG and CT Scan have come normal but the worries persist.  An  addition to  a growing list of  concerns . It hit my husband very hard, as he watched it unfolding.I was not around as I had gone to call for help. Mercifully , being a Sunday afternoon everybody was around to help us out ,unlike a weekday.                      August has been a  month of small obstacles , if I were to put it that way, nothing insurmountable  but like pin pricks nevertheless. Finding    a replacement for a domestic help,  two drivers in succession, whom we were left with but no choice but to fire.  Life continues, despite all these minor  setbacks,  with a will of it's own. We anticipated difficulties administering the anti seizure medication ...

Ramam has begun to retrace his steps and to a large extent this is worrisome. (There are of course no immediate solutions in sight). He walks a few steps and then wants to go back and walk the few steps again. Last week I had gone with him for an evening walk. My neighbor was sitting and chatting with her friend. Ramam stopped right in front of them and began retracing his path, Up down, Up down. And this continued another 5-6 times. By then, I had become conscious of this fact. I tried to coax to move on but he just would not budge. My neighbor tried to draw him into a conversation, but then he didn’t respond. This friend of my neighbor, who was watching this silently, said loudly, “Let Ramam and amma have a race. Let’s see who wins the race”. And Ramam just bolted. He ran ahead of me and turned back to see if I was joining him. Simple, quick fix solutions. It was like he was just waiting for the cue. Now, whether this lady understands autism or not is anybody’s guess. Both I and my ...