We go on Friday to see about a new stroller. If we don't get one through insurance, I don't know if I can leave my house with him again.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Mother drowns child with autism: I love Scarlett, I hate autism
This story kind of rattled me after my afternoon with Jimmy. I had to carry him out of Fair Oaks with E's help. His adaptive stroller is dead, so we tried an outing without it. Never again. It was so bad, security came around to see what was up. Horrifying. He's eight. What happens when he is eighteen?
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Rachel, are there outside agencies that can provide household help for situations like these? Or could you get a volunteer from a charitable organization? I know it must be hard to ask for help like that, but it sounds like some assistance is warranted.
Oh, I have the aide. She and I just needed to be the size of Redskin linebackers yesterday. He is the poster child of why every child should have substantial early behavioral intervention. He has had some, but not nearly enough. So he is going to be 8 riding in a stroller when he can walk for outings larger than Walmart. Anything more is too much. Heck, Walmart was too much recently. That's how I acquired solar lights.
Oh, Rachel, you have your hands full.
My mother worked with autistic kids in the schools, and she said things similar to what you are saying. They had to teach the teachers how to safely restrain when necessary, and it usually took 2-3 teachers to do it.
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