Saturday, September 6, 2014

Dyslexic Advantage: Picture THIS!!

Dr.'s Brock and Fernette Eide wrote the seminal book, Dyslexic Advantage.  Watch the video above, where Dr. Fernette Eide talks about the current science that indicates dyslexia is not a lack, but a difference, and there are studies that show Dyslexic brains take totally different pathways.

Cognitive Mind Strengths Profile--Dyslexic Advantage

The most interesting thing she covered was the typical profile of the Dyslexic Child.  Schools teach children to be quickly and efficiently, and some might say, mindlessly spit back the information they have been taught. This is also known as "rote memorization", and it is almost singular to success in school.  It is also why Dyslexics so seldom have success in school, but can be outstandingly successful in life.

I loved this, because this is my son, too. It explains so much.  School was hell for both of us. But he is probably one of the smartest people I know.

The flow chart below gives some ideas of  what tests concern: Now...this is the Weschler Adult Intelligence Scale, and the correlation of similar tests, where they fit in, and some of the names of tests only alluded to by letters above. For example, PSI=Processing Speed Index and is part of the perfomance, not the verbal I.Q.  It is an indication of processing speed, and is related to symbol search and digit symbol coding...whatever that means.  I will look for better explanations in time.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Imagine You Are Loved...

"At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and powerful yearning for union with one's lost self." Brendan Frances.  Intro to a story by Kare Eide, Normal is Nice

This post is in honor of Kare Eide, who passed away just days ago. She is the teenage daughter of Brock and  Fernette  Eide, whose faith in others had led to the creation of DyslexicAdvantage.  It is a way of thinking as well as a website for parents of kids who think outside the lines, as well as dyslexic people who can help ease the bumps, and who just want to talk.  I have found the most sincere help here of anywhere for my own son.  No games, no "look how smart we are" although one is a pediatrician, the other a psychologist...none. I have a mean mouth, and I can't stand it when others try to take advantage of underdog, but there is none of that here.  Beautiful people. I could learn so much from their example of encouragement. They are christians...and not ashamed of it.  I have always been a little ashamed of my faith because it is often equated with ignorance, guile, shame, racism, stupidity, and...ignorance, especially in the scientific community. 

I wasn't drawn to their brains...I was drawn to their hearts."It's only with the heart, that one sees rightly..What is essential is invisible to the eye." is from The Little Prince, and my favorite expression.  The bible refers to the opening of the "eyes of our heart" in Ephesians 1:18.

 I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened, so that you will know what is the hope of His calling,

I must tell you, when you see a child with your heart...every stinking lie you've been told about them falls away. ("He'll never have friends--he doesn't get social cues--90 % chance he'll never hold a job or be independent--it caused by the mother's frigidity--he has no empathy--he's like a changeling."..I could puke now, must I go on?) I have fallen for it in the past, and nearly dipped my toe in those waters again, just recently.

My chance to be a mother naturally was nearly taken away by infertility, but God spoke softly to the heart of a young woman to bear her child, and she listened.  One million parents longed for a child that year, only 1 in 25 of them were so lucky, 960,000 were not, and I and my husband were among the lucky. I will not let the beauty of motherhood be taken away this time by ignorance disguised as knowledge..

No one knows what God has in store for those who are faithful..for all things work to the good for those who love Him, and are called by Him. Thank you, Kare, I guess it's true...a little child shall lead them.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

The Power of God, with proof

1 cor 2:1-5

When I came to you, brothers and sisters,
proclaiming the mystery of God,
I did not come with sublimity of words or of wisdom.
For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you
except Jesus Christ, and him crucified.
I came to you in weakness and fear and much trembling,
and my message and my proclamation
were not with persuasive words of wisdom,
but with a demonstration of Spirit and power,
so that your faith might rest not on human wisdom
but on the power of God.

First Corinthians has always been my favorite chapter...the love chapter. 
I have framed a card my dear mother gave me, when I
was having trouble with Ben.  He was only 3 years old.  I had the
expectations I would have of any three year old, I had worked with
kids of all ages.  But something was different, here. No one was quite
like Ben.  I had nothing to fall back on, no previous wisdom.

Ben never seemed to listen to a word I said.  He acted so naughty
at times, or so I thought.  I didn't realize that he had a severe communication
disorder, Semantic Pragmatic Disorder, and would not speak from his
own words until he was in the 4th grade.  He echoed words he heard on
t.v. or in life.  He could repeat long strings of words, but not answer the
question, "What is your name?".

The card, framed, to this day is my mezuzah. It always hangs near my front entrance to the house. When Ben was three years old, I used to hold it in my hands, and cry.  When I compared the way I treated my son, with lack of patience, always at the end of my rope, ready to scream, "What the hell is wrong with you!"...I'm not proud, but I would hold the "mezuzah" and read God's word to me, about what love is.  If I say I love my son, I perceived this was how I would act, in God's eyes.  Some people think the bible is to condemn others...I often found enough to condemn myself of missing the mark to go sniffing up someone elses mistakes.

"Love is patient, Love is kind."
I wanted to scream.  The last thing I wanted was to be patient.  No wonder I sobbed at times when I read those words.

"It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud."
So much for me missing out on the soccer mom doesn't matter.

"It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs"
So much for using my sarcasm, my selfishness, my temper, or ABA.

"Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth."
I was looking for truth at the time.  I figured, going through Pub Med I could get my google degree and heal my son myself with my vast knowledge that I encountered there.  Thing is, if  Science is where the truth lies, in the 17 years since I started searching it has not helped me one damn bit. Is science lying, because that would be wrong...

"Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."
Love seldom come from "experts".  Love is the only thing we can truly give our children, our parents, our spouses, our coworkers, our friends... that no one else can.  If we deny them that, chasing after false truth...what have we done? No one can be "smart" enough to love without following the truth of the love chapter.  One could live their life, begin and end here being the only wisdom one could ever know...and live very, very, very well.

This is my mama.  I want you to look at the talisman around her neck.  The truth of Christ was the only truth she ever knew.  You can count the number of times she has missed Mass on one hand.  That's just the way she is, the way she chose to honor the faith of her mother, and on back for 350 years in North America. God first, then family, then friends, then work...and always dependable in each. I never felt unloved.  I seldom felt I disappointed her. She always told us kids we were all perfect, although being children of our ornery father, the bartender, we really seldom were. But she saw us with the eyes of love.  It's kinda like having blinders on, I take it.  Anyhow, after I let go of all the wisdom of the world, I found it here for my son.

The love mama gave us is being returned to her.  If we looked at her with the eyes of the world, we would have let fear rule us, and planted her butt in a nursing home a long time ago.  She has Alzheimers, pretty severe. Someone has to look in on her each day to make sure she has eaten and taken her meds. Someone does, one of my brothers or sisters who live in town.  They sacrifice like she sacrificed for us, to give her the best life possible.  So far, she has far surpassed anyones expectations of her ability to live by herself.

So sue me, Richard Dawkins, and all you who don't believe because there is no proof, and think my mama and people like her are stupid.  I think she is brilliant. You could learn so much from her.  I know I did.

Monday, March 24, 2014

Chutzpah...Aspergers Experts Who Actually Have Aspergers.

The nerve of these young guys...getting in on the Autism Gravy Train. Actually, I kind of admire them, and hope they help kids.  They are very good, and very sincere.

 I've watched a few of their movies on You-tube and subscribed to their channel and sent it on to Ben.  I LIKE what they have to say.  I'm so tired of psycho-babble experts!

Warning, they will give 5 hours of "expert advice" for a wee cost of $1300.  That is almost exactly the amount we paid Dr. "Saint Luke", Ben's psychiatrist who also was ADHD and a Godsend (Ben wanted to be a pyschiatrist for a little bit because of him), but insurance paid. Still, they offer a lot for free.  It's just common sense. 

You can get a pretty good idea of their ideas by going to their you-tube channel. I subscribed here

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

HEY, Mr. J: This one is for you!

This is why I live in the South. 

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Some Cloudy Day...

Sometimes I put music on the blog so I can find it.  This is not a blog, it is a notebook of ideas and feelings.  I wish I could say what has been going on, but my heart is sad...

And there is nothing I can do, but try...and hope. If you like Leo Kottke and have over twenty minutes to might like this. He tells an amazing story at 18:09, and music follows, attempting to tell the story also.

Oh, well, it's not available, so here is just the one:  He always smiles at "and you remained..." and it makes me smile.  When we have one who stays, it is all worth it.

I found a copy on you tube.  Here it is.  It's called "Across the Street", and you can hear the story and the music on the video.

When I was a child...

When I was a child
Sometimes my father drank too much
And demon alcohol took over
for a spell.

He'd start cussing,
Accusing Mom of things she'd
Never do
And I prayed to God
That he'd go straight to hell.

But one day I'd had enough
I went downstairs
With all my guts,
And told him he knew it wasn't true.

And he looked at me,
Was quiet
And on that day I knew
That bullies are afraid
of little children.

Now Dad is gone, I've been there
When the booze would make me mean
And I don't judge,
He did the best he could.

But I'll always thank him
For the lesson I learned that day:
There's power in the truth
In Children's eyes.

I still use it when I can,
this power of truth
When bullies try
To take on those I love.

Because I'd slain a dragon
With only childish bravery--
How much more now my heart
Has grown so strong?

So you may feel
You have the right
To pick on those I love--
but believe me,
You won't have it long...