Assuming you have good relationships with them - which to a person we’ve had with all of ours - your child’s therapists become your friends; they leave and you mourn. They bring you the one blessing you want as much as anything. They help your child take the one step at a time they need in order to grow into the fullest expression of themselves that they can.

J-Man’s developmental therapist is moving away this week. Her last day is tomorrow. She’s worked with him for about 15 months now - almost half his life, and far longer than anyone else. When she started, he would become immediately frustrated and upset when you tried to get him to do most anything. Stacking two blocks together or putting a big plastic coin in an even bigger slot looked like asking him to climb Everest. Even being near an open container of Play-Doh would make him gag. Touching fingerpaint would make his little sensory system go into red alert. He had at best a handful of random, unclear words. If an activity took more than two seconds, he couldn’t sit still for it or complete it. It’s hard to realize that when we started working together, he also couldn’t walk on his own. And it would be some time before he did. He had only very recently started sleeping through the night at that point. We were worried, exhausted, and growing more distraught by the day. It was a very hard time.

I see how he still struggles, and every day I grapple at least some with keeping perspective and staying positive. With her leaving, it’s made me look back and see just how far he has come. She was there when we had no idea what was going on, she’s seen us through his autism diagnosis, and she’s given us the tools and resources to know where to go next. She’s given us a wealth of information on how to set up his new home classroom and a home program to complement everything else he’s doing. Over the span of the last few months, she’s poured out so much of what she knows into us. We’ve learned more than I imagined possible, and we have a plan. I hope I’ve been a good student.

She has given us something words cannot describe, but those of you who have been through this know exactly what it is.

In a couple of months, we’ll also say goodbye to his other preschool teachers and therapists as we move into the county school system. Her departure starts this season of transition and mourning that we won’t get to see these people every week who have meant so much to us. I’ll feel this way a lot over the summer as we keep saying goodbye. They have all been so wonderful to us. It’s impossible to adequately express our gratitude to them. They’ve kept us upbeat when we were struggling. They love every kid who walks in their doors and steadfastly refuse to give up on anybody. If they ever wonder how much their work matters in the grand scheme of things, they need only to ask people like me.

I’ve realized that this isn’t a sprint or race; it’s a marathon relay. It’s the kindness and commitment of these once-strangers who have seen us through this far. It is because of them that we have hope in the people we have not yet met and things that we have not yet seen.

Whether they are developmental, occupational, speech, physical, or another other kind of therapist, the ones who enter our lives and offer their hands, heads, and hearts to people like us are often unsung superheroes.

They are worth their weight in gold, and probably get paid their weight in recyclable plastic.

They are reimbursed for gas at about the same rate as pizza delivery people - except they can’t take tips.

They are energetic Macgyvers, making limitless supplies of therapy aids out of egg cartons and dollar-store junk. They don’t even need duct tape, though give them a laminator and they can rule the world.

They will stand on their heads if need be. They will come up with stuff that boggles the mind.

They see our son achieve his latest miracle, and they cry, too.

They’ve never grown up, and we love them for it.

They can turn animal crackers into an epic story.

They know how to work an inscrutable health care and insurance system to get what your child needs.

They will hold your hand and believe, even on the days you can’t. They know when to talk and when to stay silent.

They believe every child has a bright future. They don’t give up. They love each and every child just because. No one needs to prove anything to them first, and no one needs to earn their love.

They work for sticky hugs and don’t complain about the rest.

They still deserve more money.

As families come and go and as they themselves move from place to place, they often don’t get to see who ‘their children’ become. In many cases, at age 3 many of those kids move on. I hope that at 13, 23, or anywhere in between or beyond that I’ll be able to send them a story or two about the kind of person J-Man grows up to be - better yet that he will be able to write to them - and to say thank you for everything. They are as much responsible for the progress he has made as they are for all the things he will yet discover how to do.

Thanks, Meg. We owe you. May the dollar stores always have what you need for your magic therapy kits, and may all your days be blessed.

As we develop this hybrid of therapy work for us to do at home in between J-Man’s work with his therapists and his time at school, we have been drawing a big blank on one critically important piece of the puzzle. I call it ‘reward pellets’.

The concept comes basically from how they train animals. They do something right, they get some sort of reward. Often, it’s a food pellet.

This may sound completely silly in a conversation about autistic kids, but it’s an important part of the structure and motivational processes needed to keep moving forward. The more you talk about this stuff, the more it sounds like training a schnauzer. But, it is what it is, and you get over it eventually.

If you have an autistic child, this probably isn’t news to you. In certain instances, if your child completes a new task, responds to your question, names an object for the first time, or something along those lines, you’ll give them a special treat or reward of some kind. We tend not to do this quite as often as some therapies lean toward, but we do have “you’ve worked hard, you’ve earned X” as part of the equation.

As part of the home classroom work we’re devising, we’re coming up with a system of ‘picture scheduling’, a way of using visual cues of some sort to illustrate how we’re going to sequence something, whether it be daily activities or the classroom tasks we’ll be doing for that ’session’.

For example, on his desk, we now have three (or four for lengthier sessions) colored shapes (red heart, green square, blue circle, plus yellow star for the fourth) in a row across the top of the desk. Next to him (on his left) is a bookshelf with three (or four) open-top plastic bins with those same shapes in the same order.

Our goal will be to get him to remove the first shape from his desk (red heart) and match it with (stick it on) the red heart on the bin (it’ll stick on with the velcro), do the activity in the bin, put it back in the bin, put the whole thing in the ‘done basket’ (a large clothes basket on the floor), then move on to the next shape and activity, and so on until we’re done.

[I'll get around to posting a picture of this soon.]

Here’s the missing link. At the end of the row of shapes is (or should be in our case) a picture of the ‘reward’ (also known as a ‘reinforcer’ or ‘reinforcing object’ I think). For some kids it might be a picture of an M&M or a favorite toy or something. The idea is that it should be something special and not otherwise part of the classroom routine.

Our main problem? J-Man isn’t really attached to any toy, food, or anything else for that matter. He’s really attached to us, but it’s not like we’re going to reserve hugs for rewards or something.

Our partial solution is to use pictures of his favorite TV shows. When he completes all the tasks, he gets five minutes of a show. This means we have to cue up the DVR to the right place beforehand so that it will just show five minutes and not abruptly end mid-show. Easy enough, though. The hope is that this whole cycle will take about 15 minutes - 10 for the activities and 5 for the ‘reward’ - with the goal of completing four cycles in a row (or an hour total, however that works out). I’m not real jazzed about using TV for this purpose, but we’ve been low on options.

If the end of those activities mean the end of the classroom time for a while (i.e., we’re off for a couple of hours), the picture could be of his swing set, which is NOT something we could do for five minutes without inciting a riot. Plus it’s getting so hot that our ability to use it will get limited soon.

That brings us to our latest discovery, which may very well be the reward we were looking for.

Going on the “keyboards are the best things since cheese toast” revelation, we discovered the LeapFrog ClickStart My First Computer. It’s a regular QWERTY keyboard like ours (he would have noticed if it wasn’t) and the games included on the console can be simplified enough that all he really has to do is sit there and type. Letters appear, it names letters out loud, and generally fun things happen. We think it’s cute.

He thinks it’s so great he’s almost beside himself.

Yay!

To make sure he doesn’t just use it to zone out, we sit there and ask him to type a particular letter (he may or may not), encourage him to try various parts of the keyboard (he’s pretty fixated on ‘K’ because he recognizes it and he can say it), and generally be there to be interactive. He also was getting very excited, which results in lots of hand flapping and general overload, so we’re there to do the normal stuff we do to help him stay centered (deep pressure, massage, singing, etc.)

The obvious question is, if it makes him do that and you have to center him, why do it? Mostly because his best learning takes place in a certain zone (we call it the ’sweet spot’) where he’s not too over or under-stimulated. Under-stimulation is just as stifling to his ability to do anything as the overload is. He can zone out or get overloaded in just about any activity. The ones he’s really excited about do make it hard for him to settle down, but that’s part of the process of things he needs to learn. By being there and being interactive (and not letting him drop out or go into his own world with it), we turn it into a quality activity.

Anyway, looks like Leap Frog has provided our ‘reward pellet’ for now.

Question for the masses, particularly those whose kids are attached to very few things - how do you handle the reward thing?