Monday, February 2, 2009

Slowing Down

When we first began to research autism and the deficits caused by the disorder, we were told to slow down – not only our speech but also our lives in order to maintain a comfortable, safe and low anxiety home for Alex. It takes a conscious effort and can be hard to maintain with life’s pressures nipping at your heels.

We were reminded in these last few months that Alex has great difficulty making out what people are telling him. If we say “Alex, put on your shoes”, due to his auditory processing difficulties, he may only hear “Alex…”.

I’m feelin’ the guilt as I reflect on the times I’ve gotten so frustrated with him for not responding to my commands quickly. I would repeat myself over and over again, increasing in volume like people do when they're talking to someone hard of hearing, and would work myself into an angry tizzy. What looks like defiance is, in actuality, his inability to process my request. When I reduce my speed of speech considerably and leave time for him to respond, he understands me and has a much better obedience track record.

Along those same lines, I discovered something else a few days ago. Whenever I’ve given him a hair cut, Alex would pretty much act like I was taking his head off. I’m talkin’ screaming and yelling till every nerve in my body (and the neighbors’) was completely shot! In the midst of the mania, I’d go faster, flinging chunks of hair on the floor, trying to get the task over as soon as possible for all our sakes.

Well, a few days ago I braced myself for another session of misery as I sat him down for his tri-annual trim. But this time, to my surprise, he looked up at me and said, “Mommy, go slow...go slow Mommy”. I obediently obeyed. He kept coaching me through it, “No, you’re going too fast…slow down…okay, that’s good…wait, slow down…”. Wouldn’t you know it, he didn’t cry once.

I cried though, at the realization that for the last 5 years I could have saved him ample frustration and discomfort by simply slowing down. He just wasn’t able to express himself enough to tell me what he needed.