{"id":13555,"date":"2018-10-15T11:28:32","date_gmt":"2018-10-15T15:28:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.shorebeat.com\/brick\/?p=13555"},"modified":"2018-10-15T11:28:32","modified_gmt":"2018-10-15T15:28:32","slug":"the-little-things","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/2018\/10\/the-little-things\/","title":{"rendered":"The Little Things"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-13556\" src=\"https:\/\/www.shorebeat.com\/brick\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/Summer-2018-060-400x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/Summer-2018-060-400x300.jpg 400w, https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/Summer-2018-060-240x180.jpg 240w, https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/Summer-2018-060-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/Summer-2018-060-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/Summer-2018-060-560x420.jpg 560w, https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/Summer-2018-060-80x60.jpg 80w, https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/Summer-2018-060-100x75.jpg 100w, https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/Summer-2018-060-180x135.jpg 180w, https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/Summer-2018-060-238x178.jpg 238w, https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/Summer-2018-060-640x480.jpg 640w, https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/Summer-2018-060-681x511.jpg 681w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Fourteen years ago this month I held out a trembling hand as my then seventeen-month-old son\u2019s pediatrician shoved some incomplete articles with the word \u201cautism\u201d prominently placed in the title, wished me luck, and hastily exited the room.<\/p>\n<p>He literally couldn\u2019t get out of there fast enough.<\/p>\n<p>I was left alone to dress my toddler, the same one I\u2019d been told three months before was only slightly delayed, was taking after his father\u2019s childhood development, and not to worry. I remember my hands being so cold while dressing him, feeling numb, in shock. I couldn\u2019t get out of there fast enough either, with my son\u2019s prescription for reflux medicine clenched in my hand. I made it to my car, seated my son, and collapsed. Not a banner experience in our autism journey.<\/p>\n<p>Fortunately, we\u2019ve come so far from that terrible day.<\/p>\n<p>Justin, my severely autistic son, has had many challenges his entire life. There were years I thought he\u2019d be in diapers until he was fifty. We\u2019ve had to have feeding specialists come to our home when he decided to stop eating. Sleep was an elusive dream, aggression at times an unwelcome and frequent companion.<\/p>\n<p>It has not been easy chez McCafferty.<\/p>\n<p>The truth is, fourteen years after that awful, despairing day, even despite the extreme challenges of the past year, we are in such a better place with our son, one I would not have dared hope for over a decade ago. I could tell you his success stems from many things. He had excellent Early Intervention services in New Jersey when he was young. He is in a stellar private autism school. We\u2019ve had excellent ABA services and speech therapy for him since he was little. He has the support of our extended family, and has benefitted from POAC Autism Services\u2019 many events when he was younger. He\u2019s had many interventions with his school\u2019s knowledgeable BCBA.<\/p>\n<p>Most importantly, his success stems from his innate desire for happiness.<\/p>\n<p>All of these things and more have contributed to where he is today, but here\u2019s one thing that\u2019s helped so much that I wish someone had emphasized to me when he was diagnosed at seventeen months.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes it\u2019s the little things that contribute the most to growth.<\/p>\n<p>When Justin was diagnosed we lived in Virginia, and there was no Early Intervention services worth speaking of at the time. My husband and I hired an outside ABA firm to train us and two therapists, and between the three of us we delivered about thirty-five hours a week of ABA therapy to my son for close to a year-and-a-half. I ended up doing the lion\u2019s share simply because our insurance didn\u2019t cover the therapy back then. I admit there were days it was grueling to work with Justin; some days it was fine but I was overwhelmed with the weight of the importance of what I was doing, how it could affect his whole life. I was often tired, stressed out, and worried I wasn\u2019t doing it right.<\/p>\n<p>But I kept on working with my son, pushing the both of us each day just a little bit more. Within months we saw a happier child acquiring skills easier and easier with each passing day.<\/p>\n<p>I never gave up.<\/p>\n<p>I was a very intense mother those first few years after his diagnosis, when we didn\u2019t know where he\u2019d end up on the spectrum. We know now that Justin will remain on the more severe end, and as I\u2019ve accepted this prognosis I still feel intensely about his progress, but I\u2019ve shifted my goals for him. We still pay attention to the little things, the follow-up, the need to see the skills he learns in school crossover to our home and outings. We continue to push him when we can, to follow up on that suggestion from his teacher or therapist, to not let his acquired skills fall by the wayside.<\/p>\n<p>And yes, it was the big things that brought him to the place he\u2019s in now- the decision to move to New Jersey for real Early Intervention services, the research we did to help get him his private placement. Those things are huge contributing factors in how well he\u2019s doing now.<\/p>\n<p>But I will never discount the little things too. The pushing him just five minutes more in a therapy session. Staying ten extra minutes on an outing just to show him he could do it. Following through on those suggestions from his therapists.<\/p>\n<p>Helping him reach a more independent place even when the getting there was difficult.<\/p>\n<p>Autism can be hard, sometimes excruciatingly so. None of us as parents can be perfect every day.<\/p>\n<p>But as often as you can, try for that extra moment of connection, that acquisition of one more step toward an important goal, push your son or daughter just a little bit more on an outing. Each tiny success accumulates, slowly and subtly making things easier for your child, and for you.<\/p>\n<p>Even when you\u2019re so tired, and I\u2019ve been there, it\u2019s worth the effort.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s the little things.<\/p>\n<p><em>For more on my family visit my blog at autismmommytherapist.wordpress.com<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Follow me on Facebook at Autism Mommy-Therapist<\/em><\/p>\n<div class=\"fcbkbttn_buttons_block\" id=\"fcbkbttn_left\"><div class=\"fb-share-button fcbkbttn_large_button \" data-href=\"https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/2018\/10\/the-little-things\/\" data-type=\"button_count\" data-size=\"large\"><\/div><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Fourteen years ago this month I held out a trembling hand as my then seventeen-month-old son\u2019s pediatrician shoved some incomplete articles with the word \u201cautism\u201d prominently placed in the title, wished me luck, and hastily exited the room. He literally couldn\u2019t get out of there fast enough. 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