14 March 2011

Share your story

Hi, readers!

I invite you to be part of my upcoming book. Share your experiences in raising your children with special needs. We are not alone in this battle. There are many out there wanting to hear our stories.

Send them to my email ad: yolette_cuevas@yahoo.com
Thank you very much. I would love to hear from you.

12 March 2011

The Japan Tsunami, as viewed by the Autistic Mind

Yesterday, Japan was hit by a magnitude 8.9 earthquake which triggered a massive tsunami. We watched it on CNN News the minute we got home from Miggy's school.

That night:
Mommy: Miggy, can we turn off the dvd? Let's watch the news.
Miggy: "Not the news! Only the Dragon Tales!"
"Mommy, remove the earthquake. Throw in the garbage can. Remove the big wave and the flood. Make sand castles on the beach."

Again, I was dumbstruck. He knew what was happening. He saw the relation between what's evil and what's not, what's supposed to be and what's supposed to be not. Recovering, I grabbed my pen and wrote it down in my diary. Another milestone.

02 March 2011

In the future: a chef


This post is lovingly dedicated to all of Miggy's classmates: Blessy, Syzzle, Kaychelle, Johann, Allen, and RJ, who at a very young age show compassion, understanding, and responsibility toward their "special" classmate. It always leaves a smile on my face every time I see them together. Cheers to their parents too for raising such wonderful kids.
And of course, to Teacher Tina who never tires of teaching Miggy social behavior and academic skills, and always bringing him out of his self-imposed seclusion with her powerful voice as she calls out "Miiiigggggyyyy!!!"

In the future: A chef

I will be designing the layout for the school's yearbook. My theme for the grade 1 is: What do I want to be when I grow up? All parents of Miggy's classmates probably already know what their children aspire to be in the future. Now, I wonder if my Miggy has any dream at all. I'm thinking that this is a mistake. How can I ask him a question so meaningless to his autistic mind? How can he envision himself as a grownup when he does not even know what "future" means? The very simple "tomorrow" took him almost forever to discern, how much more with a vague and a broader "future"?

Uncertain if I could push him for an answer, I tried.
Mommy: Miggy, you listen. Johann wants to be a soldier. Blessy wants to be a teacher. Syzzle wants to be a nurse. Allen wants to be a doctor. How about you, Miggy? What do you want to be?
Miggy answered quickly, "a chef!"

Oh, probably too inspired by the movie, Ratatouille.