Asperger’s Syndrome

When my son was a toddler, we moved to a new community, and I joined a neighborhood playgroup. I looked forward to getting to know other parents and building friendships while my kids played with their own new friends. But while the other boys and girls were beginning to build block towers together and giggle harmoniously, my son was off to the side, totally engaged with his toy and totally unengaged by anyone else in the room. Sometimes there were tears, sometimes there were tantrums. Rarely was there easy-going play time.

To steal from (and slightly alter) the movie Good Will Hunting: “My boys are wicked smart.” Today, as young men, my boys are physicists, rocket scientists, mathematicians and so much more. And yet, they did not all graduate at the very top of their classes. Intelligence, ability and grit do not always translate to top grades in school. Dyslexia, dyscalculia, dysgraphia, and other learning disabilities can get in the way of succeeding in the classroom. The key is helping our kids recognize and appreciate their abilities while at the same time learning to tackle the obstacles that learning disabilities may put in their way.

When my boys were young, there were days so challenging, the best I could do was to simply survive until bedtime. I was rushing, managing, pushing, and pulling just to get through the day. There was no time to stop and adjust, let alone smell the roses. I was barely keeping my head above water. It’s counterintuitive, but I have come to understand that those overwhelming times are when it is most important to take the time to adjust and even smell the roses.

January 1 is the day many of us create New Year’s resolutions and prepare ourselves for growth, learning and breakthroughs. For parents of neurodiverse children, especially young adults, we may wish to encourage self-improvement.

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One afternoon years ago, at the end of the school day, my oldest son came bounding in through our mudroom door, exhilarated with important news from his fourth-grade class. “Mom!” he called out, “I have ADHD!” Yup, you certainly do, but fill me in please…

Growing up, I was one of those kids who loved playing with and caring for children. I babysat, created scavenger hunts for my little brother, and spent my favorite summers as a camp counselor. Not surprisingly, I always dreamed of a big family.