Thursday, June 15, 2017

My Supports,
       My support system has become quite solid within the past few years.  My children, my husband, my coworkers, the agency for which I work have all been an integral part of my educational journey. My husband and my children have been flexible with scheduling to work around my classes and due dates.  My coworkers have provided interviews, places to observe, and an ear to listen when things got tough.  My agency has provided financial support for my tuition.  These same entities provide me with physical support. Obviously, my agency provides me with a job and therefore the necessary money to live and pay for school. My husband and I work together to provide a home for our family. My children help to keep the house clean, laundry done, and assist with yard work.  All of this enables me to pay for school, keep up with assignments, still be able to spend time with my family. These are just the supports involved with my educational pursuits! There are many more from the pediatrician that takes care of my children, my own physicians that work around my crazy schedule, the local grocery store that knows my family, the auto shop that does my car repairs, and my best friends that provide me with an occasional escape.  If any of these were to disappear, providing it could not be replaced, it would put a definitely present a challenge, and that challenge could snowball into other challenges. For example: If my job was suddenly gone, I could replace it, but what if I could not replace it with a job that provided tuition assistance or educational flex time? I would lose my ability to pay for school or the extra time I sometimes need built into my work schedule for school assignments, observations, or interviews.

If I had a disability, my life would be significantly different. There are often supports or the more obvious disabilities, but what about those that are not so obvious? I can imagine being an adult with low level autism.  My son has low level autism, so I interviewed him for this blog.  I often wonder how he will be as an adult.  I wonder how I would be if I were in his shoes.  What supports would I need? Would I resist the support much the way he does now? Would I recognize the need for supports.

With autism, particularly low level, the person is incredibly high functioning to the point that its almost unrecognizable.  But in private, they suffer from anxiety, explosive anger, confusion, and a lack of self awareness.  Typically, they can not identify the root of their reaction or label the emotion without the assistance of a therapist.  The use of  a therapist is a practical support that is often necessary for adults with autism.  Coping skills, emotional identification, and situational reasoning are often areas where I would need help if I had autism.  I would need someone to check in on me frequently, maybe even daily to assure that I am taking care of myself, eating properly, cleaning, and keeping up with my schedule.  I would need an employer that understood my way of thinking and my inability to function with too much social contact. A job that requires travel would be out of the question.  I would also need the support of my therapist to manage my anxiety and maintain coping skills.  If any of these supports were to be removed from my circle, I might not have the skills to replace it and would need support to do so.

Urie Brofenbrenner's ecological systems theory shows that people need support from family and community members in varying levels.  Family provides daily support with housing, food, shelter, connection, and love.  The community provides support for employment, medical care, mental health, church, child care, friendships, and acquaintances. These supports are necessary for everyone on some level.  If one of these supports changes or disappears, this can have huge impacts on the individual.  If that individual has a disability, the supports are even more important.

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Thursday, June 1, 2017

My Connections to Play

We are never more fully alive, more completely ourselves, or more deeply engrossed in anything than when we are playing.” --Charles Schaefer

Go and play. Run around. Build something. Break something. Climb a tree. Get dirty. Get in some trouble. Have some fun.” --Gerald Brom
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Trees! Who doesn't love to climb trees?

                                                                                     
                         

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Bed sheets. Great for forts or super hero capes. 
I spent most of my time outside in the woods creating forts and building houses. During the summer, I stayed with my Grandma and unless it was raining, I was outside. Sometimes she was with me but most of the time, she was not.  I was an only child and occasionally I had a friend join me from the house next door.  I would spend countless hours creating fantastic structures with items I found in the garage.  My grandma allowed me to use and have whatever I needed. She wasn't concerned about my using a knife or getting hurt. I experimented, I fell, I cut myself a few times, and I encountered my fair share of snakes.  My parents felt much the same way. I was left to explore on my own in the woods around our house and throughout the neighborhood.  By today's standards, both my grandma and my parents would have been considered neglectful. Quite the opposite is true. I didn't spend hours exploring because they weren't paying attention. I spent hour exploring because they WERE paying attention.  They wanted me to go out and get dirty, have fun, try new things, build, construct, and think! 35 years later I still like to play outside. My play now involves gardening, building, and home improvement, but I have never lost my love of being outdoors for hours.  This semester has been difficult for me. The weather in Kentucky has been gorgeous this spring, and I just want to GO OUTSIDE instead of doing homework!
Today, children rarely get to freely explore their surroundings. I was out in the woods by the time I was 6.  This would be unheard of now.  Children are stuck in fenced in playgrounds, yards, and parks. The sad part is that I understand why. There is danger every where, and it isn't from nature.  Like I wrote earlier, I encountered snakes, mice, insects, live stock, birds, and scavenger animals on my daily excursions.  I learned how to avoid them and how to get away from them.  The danger now is with other people. I look around the immediate area surrounding my school. I see a safe city park but beyond that park is woods.  These woods are known to be filled with hideouts where heroin is the drug of choice. My subdivision is surrounded by woods on three sides. My children have grown up much the same way as I did, but I waited unit the were older to allow them to explore. On two occasions now, they have encountered an adult in the woods that followed them home. The ridiculous behavior of adults has had a direct effect on children's ability to explore and play. No wonder children have increasing rates of anxiety and mental illness. I have seen a huge decrease in persistence and problem solving skills as children have become more dependent on adults to do even the simplest of tasks.
My staff and I noticed this trend a few years ago and began to enhance our playground with sticks (yes, sticks), boxes, logs, large blocks, buckets, shovels, and tubes of all sizes.  Children have become so conditioned to playing indoors in small spaces that it took some time to convince them to bring the items out of the storage area and create large structures.  Our playground is messy, but it's fun! We still have a fence and exploration is monitored, but we really try to make our outdoor play as free and open as possible. Although free exploration may never be able to return to the good ole days, we can strive to create protected environments where children can freely explore.  The adults are on the playground in the following pictures but they are not at the fore front of the play.  Children learn from experimentation and each other.
Outdoor chalkboards 
Cut up and buried telephone poles for balancing. 
                                                     

Sand, Sand and more SAND
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More sand
Our door music area for our future drummers
                                                                                        
Outdoor gardening