Below is my contribution:
Dear Today Show,
Thank you for featuring Dyspraxia as a subject on your
program. It is a shame that the disorder
is not better understood among the professionals that I'm leaning on for
support. My husband and I have two
boys: Bryce and Chase. They are both delightful young men. Our 4
year old is amazing, endearing, wiggly, impulsive, larger than life and globally
dyspraxic. For Chase, his fine and gross
motor skills are impacted along with severe speech impairments. When he was born, we thought he was the same
brand of perfect that we experienced with his older brother. But he was an unhappy baby; colic wouldn't
not describe it. After a few months went
by he found his happiness, and he seemed just a normal as the next kid. When his motor milestones started to occur in
unusual patterns we thought he was wonderfully unique. When the delays started piling up we knew we
were working with a different type of perfection. When he walks he appears to be drunk, or
better, "made of silly string" which is how I refer to him. He trips and falls often. His ankles and wrists curl in and he walks
with the high guard you would expect to see from a new walker. He cannot master simple puzzles, nor does he
know how much pressure to apply when using crayons. He is frustrated. He talks all the time, but is rarely
understood. His processing is so delayed
that he will often respond to a conversation 10 minutes too late. How can you possibly demonstrate what you
know when it takes you so very long to process the request? His vestibular system is so unreliable that he
cannot swing on a swing, nor can he comfortably lay down in the
dark--apparently that makes him feel like he is floating. Indeed life for Chase is a very different
experience than it is for most four year olds.
Leaving the house is difficult. I get my glasses pulled 9 times out 10 trying
to get my now 40 lb child into his car seat.
He can't possibly walk through the garage without checking out the glass
recycling or the wheels on the bicycles.
He can't seem to "hear" me when I request that he get in the
car for the 15th time. Finally I pick
him up, suffer the hair pulling and we are off.
Chase most often requires to be on a harness (we use the monkey leash)
to walk in public. Which understandably garners
some inquisitive looks from strangers. Sitting
still is not an option and his patience is up to about 12 seconds. Going anywhere with Chase is work. Fortunately I have an excellent co-parent to
share the job with. And even more
fortunate, Chase makes the work worth it.
I do worry about his brother, who although is only 6 must often
serve as an extra parent. Chase can't be
trusted not to grab a hot stove, play in the toilet, or grab a steak
knife. Much of my issues are centered on
safety. His older brother must
continuous deal with a sibling that destroys his train tracks and makes a mess
of his room. We often have to leave
event early because Chase can no longer handle it (or we can no longer handle
him). Poor Bryce is constantly reminded
not to leave the drink out, because his brother will spill it. Indeed Chase's messes most often lead us back
to Bryce. Chase writes on the wall and
we immediately ask, "Bryce did you leave the pen out?" Bryce gets the short end of the stick too
frequently. He is an awesome big brother
and Chase loves him, as do we. I hope he
knows just how loved he is; how thankful we are for him.
As a parent, mostly I feel like I'm surviving, but I am
frazzled and exhausted. A few days ago
something was amiss with my cell phone and I had to go to the cell phone
provider's store. Seems simple enough,
but I had left the monkey leash in my husband's car. I had to call my mom for a pep talk before
taking Chase on my errand. How was I
going to manage this? She offered to
come watch him so I could go alone. I
found myself feeling angry and refused the help. "What I want is to be
able to take my four-year-old into a store without having a nervous
breakdown!" I was yelling at the
one person offering help. As it turns out he did lay on the floor and
complete log rolls throughout the store.
He was loud and chaotic. Any
other mom might have been mortified by his behavior, but by comparison, we
survived and I was thrilled. I had to
thank him, because for Chase he was trying.
When dealing with doctors I have had many positive
experiences as well as several not so positive ones. I recently had to defend to a child
psychologist at the local children's hospital how his dyspraxia was impacting
him. She seemed to believe that
dyspraxia should only account for the clumsiness and discounted the rest or
guessed that he is really autistic, which to those experts who really know him,
agree he is not. We have spent thousands
of dollars out of pocket to medically investigate our son. We are self-employed and although we have
health insurance much of the recommended services to him are not covered at
all. We have had to cherry pick which
services we can afford, and truthfully none of them are affordable for us. We
have to wait at least 6 months for any follow-up appointment and just when you
think someone will give you and answer, they suggest only further testing and
more money to be spent. We
have completely reinvented our diet, throwing our food dye, preservatives, most
processed goods and meat, we have added in vitamin supplements and secretly
give our boy fish oil milk shakes in the morning and tea with melatonin at
night. Its true we are grabbing at straws. But as a parent you do that. If it helps even just a tiny bit then you
keep doing it.
We are very fortunate to have excellent early intervention
services available through the school district.
Chase is in his second year with an amazing and tireless team at his
school. I feel like they are really
rooting for his success. All kids should
have teachers of this high caliber. We
are also lucky to have supportive parents and extended families. I see many others who think their child is
just plain naughty. I also started a
parent support group, and here I find my sanity. For those parents going through raising a
special needs child alone: don't. You
must have help. You must have a kinship
with those parents who share your same frustration and joys. The joys are many, and certainly outweigh the
hurdles.
I feel like having a dyspraxic child has slowed down the
process of growing up. Parents often say
that kids grow up too fast. This is
true. But having a child with dyspraxia
is sort of like watching your child grow in slow motion. For many months last year Chase worked on
taking off his backpack at school and hanging it on a hook. It is such a mundane task that few parents
would ever celebrate. Not true for us. We heard from his teacher that he had been
working on it. Every day the same, they
practiced dragging the backpack down in front of the hook until the loop on the
top was snagged. After the school year
was nearly over, his teacher invited my husband and I in to see his
success. And he did it! His whole face lit up as he knew what a big
deal this was! He was so pleased with
himself! Still as I think back, I get
tears in my eyes. He makes me
proud. He works so hard. Can you imagine having to WORK at every
little task. How exhausting, how
frustrating. And yet, he continues to
work. I'm thrilled to celebrate hanging a
backpack on a hook.
6 months have passed since that milestone. Recently on our way to school one morning I
was asking Chase what he might do at school that day. "Will you sing songs?... Will you paint
a picture?" He responded with some
single words that I was actually able to understand and then he spontaneously offered
up "bag on hook." "You
hang your bag on the hook? Is that hard?"
I asked him. "Very hard!" He replied.
"It is very hard." I
agreed. "Really hard." He
further explained. And that might have
been one of the longest back and forth conversations we ever had.
I look forward to Chase's communication expanding so he can
better explain what it is like to live in his body. For now I'm doing my best guessing, but I'm
sure when he is much older he'll tell me all the times I guessed incorrect. He's a good boy and we wouldn't change
him. I do hope I find more patience
myself, but other than that I really would not change this lot in life. We have high hopes for Chase. He is dealing with more than most, but I
honestly don't find him to be cognitively deficient. And when he proves to some of those recent
doctors just how capable he is, I'm going to be the first in line behind him to
say I knew you were perfect all along.
Thanks again for your feature. If more doctors, teachers, parents and people
with dyspraxia gain awareness your time will have been very well invested.
My sincere regards,
Beth Pledger
Mom of Bryce and Chase.
"A different type of perfection" is THE. BEST description I have ever heard, and a fitting one too.
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