Thursday, 12 December 2013

Who decides the test of what is really best?





We're a couple of misfits 
We're a couple of misfits 
What's the matter with misfits 
That's where we fit in! 

We're not daffy and dilly 
Don't go 'round willy nilly 
Seems to us kinda silly 
That we don't fit in. 

We may be different from the rest 
Who decides the test 
Of what is really best? 

We're a couple of misfits 
We're a couple of misfits 
What's the matter with misfits 
That's where we fit in! 

Why am I such a misfit? 
I am not just a nit wit! 
I'm an adorable reindeer 
Why don't I fit in? 

Why am I such a misfit? 
I am not just a nit wit! 
They can't fire me. 
I QUIT! 

We may be different from the rest 
Who decides the test 
Of what is really best? 

We're a couple of misfits 
We're a couple of misfits 
What's the matter with misfits 
That's where we fit in! 

Friday, 22 November 2013

Your unique kid!

I have set up a closed Facebook group for parents who have a unique kid who sits, but seemingly does not fit, within a mainstream world.

I know how hard it can be when others don't get your child in the way that you do and that they judge your parenting style believing it is somehow to blame for your child's behaviour.

I see the group as a place where parents can share useful stuff and also let off steam if they need to.  A place where we as parents feel we fit in too.

I know it was great when the first mum who joined shared with me how similar her story was to the ones she was reading on this blog and sometimes it can just feel good to know that you are not alone.

I truly believe that our kids are a gift to both us and the wider population and I have a passion to help others understand that too.

If you'd like to join us please click here and request to join.

I look forward to meeting you.

Wednesday, 20 November 2013

I'm feeling a little blue today!

I can't say that without hearing Eeyore's voice ;-)

It was Evan's parents evening today.  Unlike most parents Jim and I don't go along wondering how well she is getting on academically we go along to find out how she is getting on socially and if she is happy.

We see her PE teacher, her ICT teacher, her music teacher and her form teacher.

In the past two years we've seen one particular teacher last who for reasons I won't mention happens to really 'get' Evan.  That teacher always has us leaving parents evening on a bit of a high, not because Evan copes any better in that teacher's class, but because their attitude towards her is very different.  Unfortunately, I missed all the slots and we had to see them first today which is probably why I am sitting here feeling a little blue.

I will pause parents evening there for a moment and take you back two week when we found out that Evan is on the waiting list for an ADOS test and that we should expect a diagnosis of ASD.  The consultant we were meeting with said that when we have the diagnosis we will be amazed at the doors of understanding that will become open for Evan.

Fast forward back to today.  Now before I say this I want to point out that Evan is in a lovely school, one in which the staff and in the main the children are very kind and caring.  However, there was only one teacher who didn't mention words like deliberately naughty, intentionally disobedient, she knows that she shouldn't do this or that.... I could go on.  I am sure you can guess which one it was who didn't say those things.

I really hope that the doctor is right and that with a diagnosis and support being given to the school, in terms of how best to help Evan, that there will come more understanding.  I'm not saying that she can't be some of those things some of the time but I'd love those teachers to be a fly on the wall when my little girl is trying to make sense of how she behaves.  How many six year olds spend time worrying about their behaviour especially if they are deliberately and intentionally behaving in a certain way.

On a brighter note we were informed that she is happy.  Long may it continue.


Friday, 15 November 2013

A little bit of kindness goes a long way

Today I want to share with you a story about some great customer service and what a huge difference it made to me.

I started writing this blog for two reasons:

1. To stop people from seeing kids like Evan as 'special' but as UNIQUE!
2. To help me and mums like me stop feeling so judged.
But I've realised that I'd also like people in general to just be a bit more caring, a bit more understanding and a bit more aware that what you see isn't necessarily all that there is.

Which brings me back to my post today and how just a little bit of kindness and an extra bit of care made a world of difference to me.

It started off  back in the summer when I found a Gift Card for Bluewater that I'd forgotten about.  Now when I received it I couldn't read the numbers properly and I thought it was £15 or £25.  For some reason when I looked at it with fresh eyes I realised it was £75.  Wow! I thought that's a nice surprise, until I found it had expired 6 days previously and I burst into tears.  To explain my apparent overreaction, it had been a tough year for me particularly coming to terms with Evan's tics and we have paid out nearly £5,000 for various test, assessments and treatments for her so, although £75 was a drop in the ocean, I felt like someone had given me a gift and immediately snatched it away from me.

I phoned Store Financial UK Ltd with little expectation that they would care, but how wrong I was. I spoke to a wonderful woman in their call centre who told me to email and explain my situation and they could then decide if there were acceptable special circumstances. She was unbelievably kind and caring.

So I emailed but I didn't hear back (so I thought).  Fast forward to this week and whilst sorting through old emails I come across a response from the manager the day after my original email.  She said yes of course they would reactivate my gift card and she also shared her own experience of having a child, the same age as Evan, with 'special needs'.  

So I emailed saying I can't believe I missed the email and hoped I wasn't too late.  The very next day I got a lovely email from her again with just that little bit of extra care and sharing some useful tips about going through the diagnosis process.  She also sent me a new gift card that I received two days later.

In a virtual world it can so easily be forgotten that there are real people behind emails and even on the end of a phone.  For big call centres we can become just another customer reference number but not in this case and I really wanted to share how such kindness has really made a real difference to me.  So much more in fact than the £75 itself.  Although I am looking forward to going shopping and spending it on myself ;-)







Wednesday, 9 October 2013

Evan in a Box

Introducing to you the star of the show. The one, the only, the absolutely wonderful and most definitely unique 'Evan' in a box ;-)


I'm bored of saying yes mummy!

This mummy is feeling sad today :-(

Most of the time these days I'm okay with Evan's tics until she starts showing that they are bothering her and then it makes me want to cry again.

Unfortunately, they have gone nuts in the last few days and she's now pulling down first one arm and then the other then saying yes, followed by blowing a kiss.  Occasionally she is also slurping and wants to let out a squeal.  Oh and her head is shaking from side to side a bit and she shrugs now and then.

I keep reminding myself that these too will move on and I won't allow myself to 'predict' what might happen with them in the future.

Off to pick her up now and guess what.... we are decorating a box.  So the picture will follow soon :-).  Actually as you can see the box turned into a sword and shield. Clever girl!

Thursday, 26 September 2013

The emotional impact of words

My work life and personal life are crossing over with this post.  I talk a lot with my clients about how it isn't words that hurt them but the emotional attachment they place on the words.

For me and I am sure many mums I cringe at the word special.  I never used to and in fact there are times that I know I have felt special.  When I look at the definition of sepcial why wouldn't it have made me feel good?



spe·cial  /ˈspeSHəl/ Adjective Better, greater, or otherwise different from what is usual.
Early 13c. definition, "better than ordinary,"

I'm writing this because there have been times when I've heard Evan described as special. Now whilst I might believe she's better, greater and most certainly different from what is usual, I know that isn't what others are thinking. More likely 'not as good, lesser - maybe broken in some way and yes different from what is usual but not in a positive way. That makes me feel sad and angry.

But if our kids are special, by the dictionary definition, all the other kids are ordinary.  If someone described you as ordinary how would you feel?  I know that would make me cringe.

or·di·nar·y  /ˈôrdnˌerē/ Adjective With no special or distinctive features; normal.



I like the word unique.  To me it describes each and every one of us as who we are.

u·nique  /yo͞oˈnēk/ Adjective Being the only one of its kind; unlike anything else.

Wouldn't it be great if we simply saw everyone as unique?  The thought of that makes me feel good :-).




Friday, 20 September 2013

Some just 'get' her

It is really nice when people 'get' Evan. To see that she's not 'special' because she isn't 'normal' but that she is special just because she is...

This note says it all.  It was given to Evan on the last day of her art class, which was run by a lovely 18 year old girl and her mum.  It reads:

"Evan... What an amazing little girl you are, and it has been our utter pleasure getting to know you here at Ripley Art Classes. May your unique spirit and gentle nature carry you far."

This makes me cry every time I read it.

Thursday, 5 September 2013

Tic tock can't turn back the clock

I've never really talked about Evan's tics in a public way before. This was because I didn't want people to give me any sympathy and more importantly I didn't want anyone to feel sorry for me.

It is mad even as I write this I think, this isn't about me is it, this is about Evan having to live with having tics? When they started though, of the three of us, Jim, Evan and I, it appeared that I was the only one that was distressed about them.

They officially started back in August 2012.  I say officially because with hindsight we believe there were less obvious things going on before then.  Up until then it had been a fun year and this was evidenced by all the amazing pictures on the photo-stream on our tv.  A photo stream that for a few months became my nightmare.

The first thing that we noticed was that every few steps she would squat down.  The day she went back to school she started jerking her head back.  The day after she was squatting and jerking her head back at the same time and then on day three she added a sound with an extra few head jerks thrown in.

The worse thing for me was that there was an odd look in her eyes.  Maybe it was the head jerking causing them to look odd but it was like she wasn't my little girl any more.  Every time I saw those damn photos streaming all I wanted to do was turn back the clock and get my little girl back again.  The only time I wasn't crying was when she was with me.  The moment she was away from me the tears would start falling again.

Then one day I thought this has got to stop and I contacted a wonderful hypnotherapy friend of mine Tracy Jones and asked her to help me.  We had a telephone conversation during which I spent most of the time crying and saying to poor Tracy "yes I know, but I still feel bad".  None of the usual stuff was helping.  Then she said I'm going to turn one of your favourite techniques on you, it is a Sedona method technique and she simply asked "are you going to feel like this forever?"  That's actually all she had to ask because it stopped me in my tracks, the obvious answer of 'NO' took away the intensity of the feelings.

It didn't immediately take away my fear and my worry but it did stop the tears.  It is always nicer when Evan's in a period of no tics but I have at last got to the point where my heart doesn't pound with dread when they start.

At the moment she says 'yes' whilst pulling her arm down in a celebratory fashion.  Most of the time she adapts it to make it look like she is doing just that, celebrating something.  But the other day I asked her a question and she said "yes" and then went "no, no, wait hold on a minute", she was so comical trying to backtrack from her yes it made me laugh.  It was good to find the humour in the situation.

I no longer wish I could turn back the clock because I've realised that Evan is still my funny, quirky, nutty little thing she has always been.





Wednesday, 12 June 2013

Making sense of it all.

As I have just started this blog I think it will be useful to share with you a bit more about Evan.

As I said previously she is an amazing little girl but this is something I am sure we would all say about our children, and of course we are all right.  There is no getting away from it, and I wouldn't want to, she is different and here are some of the reasons as to why.

Evan is still awaiting a formal diagnosis from a medical perspective.  It is a process that we started in October 2012 and in March 2013 we were told that it would take a further 12-18 months due to NHS shortages.  To date we've not been told anything further.

However, we took her to see a private Occupational Therapist (OT) in July 2012 and Evan has been seeing her monthly ever since.  The OT has ascertained that Evan has Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD).

In very simple terms this means that Evan's central nervous system (CNS) doesn't compute her internal and external stimuli in the same way as the CNS of 'ordinary' people.  The interesting thing for me as I work with Evan and the OT is that  a lot of my 'problems', particularly growing up, are now too starting to make sense.  I haven't been formally assessed but I am sure that I too have SPD.

SPD can come in all sorts of shapes, sizes and levels of severity but unfortunately this can lead to an assumption that she has Autistic Spectrum Disorder (ASD) as this is something that very much affects individuals with autism.  I am not afraid of her having a diagnosis of ASD but should it occur I want to make sure it is the right one.  From information I am gathering at this stage I do not believe it would be.  That remains to be seen and there are people campaigning to have SPD recognised in its own right as a diagnosis (currently it is not) so by the time the NHS find some people to assess her who knows where we will be.

Evan has difficulty processing 4 out of 6 different sensory channels.  In particular her CNS has problems understanding the sensory information from her body, in the form of movement, body positions and tactile information from the skin.  For Evan practically it means that she has difficulty knowing where her body is in space and also that without movement has difficulty paying attention and concentrating.  She also has considerable difficulty regulating the tone in her body over time, which means she can't sit still in an upright position without support for any length of time.   She therefore seeks out movement that will disrupt with any situation that requires her to be still for long periods such as during assembly or classes in school.

In addition information she hears is harder to process and therefore she relies on her visual system to 'learn'.  She also can't filter out sounds in the way that most people do so she will notice the sound of traffic outside her class window, the hum of the computer, kids moving along the corridor, etc.  If she encounters too many different sensory channels in one go she gets frustrated and confused and this affects her emotional responses and behaviour.

She is also sensory seeking causing her to have an unusual need to touch things and people in order to 'understand' them.  Unfortunately, though she will often find it overwhelming if somebody touches her when she is not expecting it and will react negatively.  To her CNS in fact she has just been delivered a massive shock.  This can be seen as double standards, although for her CNS two very different things are occurring.

We also had her assessed by an Educational Psychologist, on request by the school, to help them structure her learning (it would appear that the only way to get anything done is to keep paying yourself) and her findings were not much different to what the OT had reported.  We did also learn that she may have dyslexia but she's a bit young to diagnose that so it is watch this space on that one for a while.  The Educational Psychologist did however repeatedly point out throughout her report, that not only is Evan one of the youngest in her year that she is also very tall and due to her high level of intelligence (the Psychologist's words not mine ;-)) that too higher expectations can be laid on her.  I will repeat that she said this many, many times.  I think that is telling.

So to summarise:
  • Evan needs to keep moving in a culture that expects children to be still. 
  • She hears things that most are not even aware of and people can't understand when she says that her environment is too noisy.  
  • She has to touch in order to understand which of course can be irritating to others but she gets told off for overreacting when others touch her and is accused of double standards.
  • She gets more tired in 15 minutes of just sitting at a table than an average child does in an hour.
  • Whilst she needs movement to learn too much activity creates chaos for her.
  • When there is a lot of stimuli, for example, the simple act of 15 children going to wash their hand before lunch, after she's just had to sit still in a classroom for 20 minutes, she feels like her world has gone mad.
I hope this gives you a flavour of what life is like for Evan and helps you to understand that there can be so much going on within a child that we just don't see and that outwardly can be misconstrued as 'bad behaviour'.

I'm not saying she's never naughty because she is a normal 6 year old child.  My aim however with this blog is to encourage people to stop and  think and wonder, what else might be going on?

Monday, 10 June 2013

Today is the day!

Although this is my first actual post for this blog I've composed many in my head over the last few years but today, for some reason, I have been driven to finally set it up.

I don't know what is different about today, it is the same as any other day but something in me has had enough of the procrastination and it is forcing me to type.  There is a sense of urgency about it that I cannot explain, almost like there is too much inside me now about this topic and it is time to get it out.

I want to share with you what it is like to be the mum of a child that doesn't 'fit in the box'. I like that she doesn't, Evan is the most wonderful, if not exhausting child I could hope to be the mother of, but not fitting in the box comes with its complications, its frustrations, even fears and very often being judged (both Evan and me as her mum).

This blog won't be written in chronological order, because that would take too much energy for me to organise, but as I experience or remember things that I want to share I will put them down, and hopefully by sharing my journey it may help other mums in a similar position.