Behavioral therapy may help children with autism learn verbal and nonverbal ways to start a social interaction.
People with autism may have problems initiating (starting) a social interaction. The first step is called “initiating joint attention.” This article describes the way that 3 preschool children with autism were taught these skills. Therapists used behavioral therapy techniques based on Applied Behavior Analysis (ABA) theory. For one boy, the therapist used toys that could show a response (e.g., singing stuffed animal or piano with lights). When the boy did the right behavior, the therapist would make the toy react and the boy liked that. For another boy, the therapist used games as a way to teach the skills. The boys learned some of the skills, and eventually were able to use them with their.









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An open mind
May 18, 2009 by AnonymousLuckily, county health authorities decided that the swine flu was not nearly as serious as had originally been feared, and Thomas only missed school on Monday and Tuesday as a result of it. Not the whole week as they had originally closed the school, so thank goodness! Still we had the added trouble of explaining to Thomas that he would not have school that one week and then had to un-explain the whole thing, springing on him at 7:30 p.m. the night before he thought he did not have school that yes, contrary-wise, he DID have school. Hilarity ensued, I assure you. Not.
I’m sure that all of my readers are tired of hearing about this Disney Trip we’re planning in August, but I have more to say about it. In preparation for not just the rides but the shows, we’ve taken Thomas to Hayley’s little graduation ceremony and her dance recital as I mentioned in a previous blog. We were very concerned during Hayley’s graduation ceremony because Thomas would NOT sit still, was very squirmy and didn’t understand the concept of being quiet so as not to disturb others. This is somewhat frightening. Of course, I’m banking on the fact that Disney World will be overrun with small children who don’t understand the same thing and Thomas will merely fade into the background. He did a little better at Hayley’s dance recital the following evening (last week was a logistical nightmare...I don't think we ate dinner as a family all week) but I think that was only because he had Jonathan’s PSP with him. He actually used it for about the second half of the show, after Hayley performed. These little park district dance recitals are so adorable…the costumes are so sweet and the little girls look enchanting. Among the under-6 age set, not much actual “dancing” takes place, but the audience is so enraptured by the adorable tutus and hairdos that executing a perfect plie isn’t all that important.
There was actually one boy who performed in a fifties number! We pointed him out to Thomas who was engrossed in Lego Star Wars on the PSP by that point and didn’t take much notice, but I certainly did! So perhaps if we enroll Thomas in dance for next year, he would not be the only boy in the whole thing. My father, upon hearing that Thomas was interested in dance, did all he could to quash the idea. Being a rather traditional man, he piped up with some clap-trap about “boys should play ball” and such. Jonathan and I would be thrilled if Thomas could be in a dance class and actually do well! We totally don’t care about any negative stereotypes, especially if they are coming primarily from my father. He should be thrilled that Thomas has expressed an interest in doing something extracurricular and also social! (Are you listening, Dad? Drop the stereotype and get with the times! Even Mom listens to Flo-Rida!) I don’t know who Flo-Rida is, but she has them singing on her cell phone’s ringtone. She is apparently way-cool.
So all-in-all, Thomas’ performances at the graduation, the recital and a recent trip to Kiddieland all enforce the idea that yes, we should request a Guest Assistance Card at Disney and use it. We were on the fence, thinking that Thomas has improved so much that we might not need to use any special card. Truthfully, Thomas has improved, but not so much that he won’t annoy the hell out of other innocent families waiting in line to see Pirates of the Caribbean or something like that. That’s really the reason we’re going to use the card…people don’t want to wait in line next to this kid, trust me.
No matter what, we’re going to have to bring the PSP with at all times. Hopefully, we won’t have to use it very much, but we’ll have it just in case. One amazing thing happened with the whole Disney restaurant reservation odyssey: we got into Cinderella’s Royal Table for a character breakfast! We’ve heard, read and otherwise been bombarded with admonishments that start out like, “Okay, to get a reservation at Cinderella’s Royal Table, count to exactly 180 days before you want to go and then synchronize your watch to the Atomic Clock the night before you call. At exactly 6:58 a.m. Eastern time, dial the first five digits of the phone number…” Ugh. We figured that since we booked this whole trip closer than 180 days out, there was no way we could get in. So Jonathan called the other night to make some other reservations and just asked the person on the phone to just check for any day during our stay at Cinderella’s and we got in! Hayley was so excited, and so was Jonathan. He felt like Mr. Big-Man…yeah, he got a reservation, no problem…just called at his leisure and it was, "Yes, Mr. Jackson! You're booked, Mr. Jackson! We're so excited to see you, Mr. Jackson! Have a wonderful trip, Mr. Jackson!"
We’ve got a couple of other reservations lined up and we’re planning our touring around them while still keeping the open mind that all of this could go flying out the window when we get there, but that’s okay. I think that keeping an open mind would be good for all of us as we approach the longest, biggest and most expensive vacation we’ve ever been on. I’m just a little worried about Jonathan. He’s expecting a lot out of the kids and I hope that they either deliver, or he loosens up a bit. I really hope I’m not going to be huddled in a corner of the hotel pool with a bottle of cheap booze while Jonathan cries in a lounge chair about how we spent thousands and flew all the way to Disney World and all the kids want to do is play in the pool. I don’t know where my mother-in-law figures into this nightmare, but she’ll be in there somewhere.
A new mania
Dec 22, 2008 by AnonymousWow, did Christmas ever sneak up on me this year! I thought I had a handle on things, but here it is, Christmas Eve-eve-eve, and Thomas turns six tomorrow. I should watch the old video of us opening presents with newborn Thomas nestled in the crook of his dad’s arm, looking around at the bright, decorated-for-Christmas world. I’ll not watch the video of me swollen to the size of a Dodge Caravan, limping to bathroom for the millionth time to check my staples. Despite my diligence, the incision became infected anyway and Thomas’ first few weeks at home were full of visitors – visiting nurses, that is.
The last week of school before Christmas break was so cold! School was cancelled on Friday which was a bummer for the kids in Thomas’ class; everyone missed out on their holiday parties. Thomas didn’t mind so much because he’s always apprehensive about anything out of the ordinary. I was especially disappointed that Hayley’s holiday sing would be cancelled, but I received an e-mail saying that it was rescheduled to 6:30 p.m. on Friday, so the whole family was able to go. Thomas had a really hard time sitting in the audience and being quiet, but nobody seemed to notice or care. After the kids finished singing, Santa Claus came in to hand out gifts to the preschool students. When it was Hayley’s turn, we asked if Thomas could talk to Santa too. Santa, as usual, was completely obliging, thereby saving us a hectic and stressful (and expensive, because they rob you for those pictures) trip to the mall on Sunday. Woo-hoo! I got a few pictures, none of them terrific, but it was good enough.
Thomas’ birthday party was on Saturday and up until the morning of, he was not into it. “I hate my birthday!” he was saying over and over. “There’ll be enough time for that when you’re a grown-up,” I answered. He understands that grown-ups don’t like getting older. Anyway, the morning of his party, he decided that he was excited and that he “loves his birthday.” Every time he says he hates something, I try to explain to him that he doesn’t really hate it, he just doesn’t know what to expect. He agrees with me on that. Now, the trick is to get him to say that he’s “a little worried” instead of “I hate it!”
Since tomorrow is his birthday, I was going to make him cupcakes or cake, whichever he preferred. He wants nothing. That’s what he said. Actually, I kind of think he’s just not a “cake person,” like me. I prefer fruit pies to cakes personally, but he wanted ice cream for dessert last night instead of leftover cake. Maybe we can make gingerbread men instead or something.
Santa has told me that he is indeed bringing Thomas the Lightning McQueen bicycle that he wants for Christmas. He’s also bringing the matching helmet and elbow pads, of course. I have already placed the old tricycles in the garage very quietly and nobody seemed to notice, so that’s really good. I’m just thinking about Thomas riding around the living room and dining room on Christmas morning, knocking things off shelves and the Christmas tree…bikes were always a popular Christmas present, but who can actually ride them in Chicago on Christmas Day? Which reminds me, Santa made the tires on the bike and didn’t put air in them…Mrs. Claus had better find the old bicycle pump in the garage.
So tomorrow is Thomas’ birthday, then we go to my mother-in-law’s on Christmas Eve for dinner and presents and then on Christmas, we’re going to my Uncle Bill’s house. Only thirty people are coming this year! It will be an intimate gathering for once, which will be good for Thomas. I think that some Christmases, there have been sixty or more people present which always seems more like Oktoberfest at the local fairgrounds than Christmas.
It has been so cold here that going outside with the kids – to play in the snow or just go for a walk – has been impossible. I can’t imagine another three months of this. It has to get better, right? Actually, I heard a meteorologist say that “they” expect December to be the coldest out of the winter months here in Chicago. Jonathan has been missing time at work not because of the bad economy but the rotten weather. I hate worrying about money and work right before the holidays, but it’s hard not to. We’re lucky he has a job at all. I’m still trying to find something I can do at home, but I’m discouraged by all of the scams out there.
Thomas has a “new mania,” like Mr. Toad in “The Wind in the Willows.” He loves playing with Jonathan’s PSP, which is a hand-held game console. We cannot get him to put this thing down. Like all of Thomas’ phases, we expect him to grow out of it, but it has been a real struggle trying to put time limits on this thing. I got it for Jonathan for Father’s Day a couple years ago, and it turns out that it was the worst decision I’ve ever made because when Thomas isn’t playing with it, Jonathan is. At any given moment, one of the men in my life is completely zoned out.
This will be my last post before Christmas, so I wish everyone a safe and happy holiday and a prosperous New Year. I especially mean the prosperous part.
I hope I get detention.
Dec 16, 2008 by AnonymousThe holiday sing went very well! I have to admit that I didn’t have such high hopes as Thomas is not much of a performer, but he did stand onstage in the appropriate spot. While he didn’t do all of the hand movements that went along with the songs, he did at least mouth the words (he wasn’t singing so loudly that I could hear just him, of course) and I got the whole thing on video. Hayley sat in the audience picking her nose the whole time. I can only assume that she thoroughly enjoyed herself. They sang one song about sledding, one song about Hanukkah and one song about Santa. The first grade classes sang two songs about Kwanzaa, so they covered all the bases, while shying away from the whole “baby Jesus” concept. The only Christmas songs they did were about reindeer or Santa. I was really disappointed that there were no songs about Boxing Day. Perhaps I’ll pass around a petition for next year.
I’ve got so much going on this week that I just know I’m going to forget to do something important. I’m sending in cupcakes for Thomas’ birthday tomorrow and also the supplies I had to get for the little gingerbread houses they’re going to make on Friday and finally the book for the Book Exchange. I think that covers Thomas. I’ve decided to skip Thomas’ Christmas party and go to Hayley’s party at school on Friday instead, since I get to spend one day every week in Thomas’ classroom anyway. And on Thursday, I wrote down “School sing – 9 a.m.” on the calendar. I don’t know whose school this is for or who will be singing. I’d better ask. I think – think – that it is a school thing for Thomas, but we just went to that Holiday Sing last week! I’m losing it. Plus, Thomas’ birthday party is this weekend and I haven’t ordered the cake yet or bought any of the supplies. Thomas wanted a Little Einsteins party but I haven’t been able to find Little Einsteins party ware anywhere. It’ll all come together, but right now I feel like I’m completely unprepared. At least we have all of our Christmas shopping done. Oh, except for my aunt in California. I have to do that in the next two days to avoid high shipping charges. So I guess it’s not all done.
The kids have been doing marginally well with the whole independence thing. The problem that we’re running into is that I still don’t leave enough time before school for the kids to put on their mittens, hats, coats, boots and scarves. This process, if I wasn’t constantly trying to hurry it along, could easily take an hour. I get so impatient when I see Thomas playing around with his shoes instead of putting them on, or when Hayley screams, “I WANNA DO IT!” and snatches a garment out of my hands, only to take F-O-R-E-V-E-R to put it on the appropriate body part. She is very particular about her socks, which I have little room to complain about since I am the same way. The seam across the toes has to be just so. The heel has to be in the appropriate spot, and hell hath no fury like Hayley when there’s a loose thread on the inside of her sock, tickling her instep. I get so frustrated and impatient with the two of them that I think I’m going to have an attack of some kind. Thank goodness that nothing more important than possible tardiness hangs in the balance while they gear up in the morning.
The upshot is that some days they do it themselves and other days I am forced to do it for them. Teaching independence is still my major commitment, however, and the thing that we’re working on regularly.
Thomas did about an hour’s worth of homework tonight and this is probably the longest I’ve gotten him to do homework in one sitting EVER! I usually can’t get him to sit down for more than fifteen minutes at a time, but he really did a good job staying focused on his work this evening. We had a lot to do. The teacher didn’t give us that much homework in one night to be handed in the next day or anything; this was stuff that should have been done over the weekend but as usual, it was a busy one and we had lots of other stuff to do. Late homework at this age, like tardiness, is more the parent’s fault than anyone else’s. I wonder if I’ll have to serve detention. It would actually be a nice little break for me.