Tantrum vs Meltdown

Ever heard the term “autistic meltdown” and wondered if your child was having a common varietal tantrum or experiencing a meltdown? This is a pretty good walk-through of the differences and is something I have struggled to explain to other parents and well-meaning doctors.

Sometimes I describe it as getting caught in a loop. The loss of cognitive function is apparent – it is not total, but it is apparent.

Tantrums are a means to an end. For lack of a better term, they are manipulative tool. If/then cognitive ability. If I scream then I will get what I want. If I kick my legs then they will see I am serious. In older children: If I hide or run away then they will worry and see I am hurt.  This is not to say that they are planned or pre-meditated. Tantrums stem from the reptilian brain – a very base function. Children can’t really control them until early grade-school. It is our job as caregivers to inform them of what is appropriate vs inappropriate and give them tools to deal with the overwhelming emotions. All the normal stuff you find in parenting books addresses how to deal with the tantrum phases.

A meltdown is more like this: If I ____, if I _____, if I_____. There is no ability to seek the end or reward or have a clear picture of what will result of the meltdown will be. In our home, the simple “No” does not set off a meltdown, sensory overload does or anxiety does.

Sometimes our daughter gets vacant eyed. I will admit, it is creepy. Her mind will go to absolutes (words like always and never are popular). It is like her hearing shuts down. Before she had language, it was just screams and wails. I think it is better with language because we get an idea of what set her off, but the overall meltdown is the same as it was at 2 as it is at 7.

This is one of the best ways I have seen it explained:

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Handsome Boy Modeling School

Pssst! Still waiting on that ring, secret admirer. Just sayin.

Johannes Gutendog has been such a great addition to our little family. We are still in the first week of adoption, but he really has been trying to find out where he fits in. Apparently, he thinks he fits on my husband’s lap.

How do you like our wee Chihuahua?

There was a burglary on our street this week. According to neighbors, it was the first one in 30 years. So, oddly enough, we picked the right time to get a freakin’ huge dog.

My spouse works a lot of hours, many evenings, has an irregular schedule and is a serial hobbiest. This is why I have so many boyfriends. This is why I was concerned about adding a pup to our mix. Ultimately, I felt that the responsibility of dog ownership would land on my shoulders. So I have been the holdout. The last bastion of rational though. But he is a really gooooood doggie. He is a Handsome Boy Modeling School Graduate. He is a sugarbaby. Gagaburblegoogiehoohoo! (this is the vocalization of “omigahyouaresocute!”).

Okay, so I subscribe to the Jenna Marbles school of talking to animals. She has a wicked mouth, so avert your ears if your ears are extra sensitive to F-bombs and scatspeak. It is important to compliment your animals on their choice of outfit, it helps with their self esteem. She is wise.

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Shallow post about clothing

There is this very recessionista (gag) chic movement of shopping your own closet, which is great for women who cram their closets full of clothing and don’t really know what they own. I think I am pretty aware of what I own and – shocker- it is not jam-packed with hidden treasures.

I am in that zone where I am so sick of my mom jeans-and-tee uniform that I will gladly build a pyre and light that muther up.

I am also attempting to get my weight down, so I don’t want to go out and buy a bunch of new clothes.

I need to do something.

Part of me wants a massive shopping spree, a total wardrobe overhaul. I want Tim Gunn on speed dial to say things things like: “Proportion, Jess Out West. Proportion. Always think about proportions.” (Dear Tim, I am not sure I can trust a celibate gay man. It reminds me too much of attending Catholic school. I may need to break this relationship off…)

…and then there is this part of me that finds it exhausting and just wants to do one of those online black dress challenges (one dress x a certain amount of time = self awareness through freedom from consumerism that you can lord over other people because you are enlightened and and they are not neener-neener). This is actually just a study in how well you can accessorize. And don’t chastise me about how they do fundraising for charities. I know. This is my blog. Leave me to my pissy judgement.

You ain’t never getting me out of this burlap sack … never!

… and then there is part of me that wants to be able to pull off vintage without looking like a crazy bag lady that clips her toenails on public transit. Vintage works on petite and slight women with lithe frames. Vintage can look deeply disturbing on a substantial Viking woman.

This is what my people think of as "Vintage"

…and part of me watches Downton Abby on Sundays and thinks “I could so make that look work.” Only to wake up Monday to the reality of the Jezebel article… You Know You’ll Look Like a Moron Dressing Like Downton Abby, Right? Hanging head in shame.

These are scandalous because (gasp) they are harem pants. Slut.

Great. Now I need a metal chicken too.

Update: I did not win The Bloggess giveaway. I am crushed.

So now, in addition to the ring below – the person who wants to prove their undying devotion will need to buy me a metal chicken.

Technically a metal rooster. Named Johannes Beyonce’ Gutenbird.

It needs to be large enough to be “Why?” and small enough to be transported across state lines for photo shoots, smuggling hooch and conjugal visits with other metal roosters.

Here is the original Bey – he resides in Texas.

KKMF. Photo Credit: The Bloggess

This is my friend Jessica’s Beyonce’. He lives in Oregon. I have metal chicken envy.

KKMF - Photo Credit Dr. Jessica

You would think that a metal chicken is the last thing on earth anyone needs, right? You would be wrong.

Metal chickens are subversive and punk-rock.

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You want me to have this

You want to prove how much you adore me? It is easy and relatively inexpensive. Get me this ring. Size 7.5. Love doesn’t cost a thing, but this ring will announce to the world that you are not the average brilliant soul – no – you are extra brilliant because (a) you knew exactly what I wanted and (b) you gave it to me because you could not bear the thought of my right ring finger going unadorned another moment.

Hello Beautiful. "Double Snake Ring in Sterling Silver"

It is loosely based on the ouroboros, a symbol dear to me. Two of them, beautifully handcrafted in sterling silver by an Etsy artisan named Michelle Chan. You can contact her and tell her that you want to ship something to Jess Out West, my contact name on Etsy. See? Easy. You don’t even need my address. I will be sitting by the monitor, waiting to hear from her.

I will wear it every day for the rest of my life. People will stop and ask: “Where did you get that fabulous ring?” and I will say: “A secret admirer gave it to me. I have no idea who it was, but I like to think that every once in a while he (or she) notices it on my hand and it makes them smile.” People will need tissues, their eyes will well up and there will be crying over the beauty of the gesture.

I will go get a real manicure, just to show off the ring. I will post photos. I will point it out to anyone – total strangers.

Isn’t that romantic? Doen’t it just make you swoon? Don’t you want that for us!!?

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P.S. All in good fun.

P.P.S. Still waiting.

Meet Johannes Gutendog

This is our new dog.

Johannes Gutendog.

Joe.

He is a gentleman with awesome ears. Prior to joining our family he was known as “Joe Cool.” He is 4 years old – we think. He has some training. He is sweet and gentle. Really does not want to be left alone. Not destructive, but definitely cries for a minute when his favorite people leave.

So, in honor of his German heritage (he is a German Shepherd and Great Dane mix) we are naming him after Johannes Gutenberg. This allows him to keep “Joe” which seems to suit him. Plus my kids like it. And then there is that press that I have in my garage.

Now if only I could win The Bloggess contest (warning: eff bomb) to win the apartment-sized Beyonce’, I would feel my menagerie complete. Fish. Cats. Dog.  Metal Chicken.  I promised her I would name the metal chicken Johannes Gutenbird and make a KKMF letterpress poster in her honor. I am not above bribery when it comes to Bloggess endorsed metal chickens.

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Mondays look like this

Doggie News: I may be bringing home a moose of a fur-baby to join our family this afternoon! I am a cat person that loves some big dogs. I am not a “dog person” by nature. I prefer the aloof company of a cat over the devoted companionship of a dog. My heart is made of ice after all.

But this is a pretty special doggie.

Gulp.

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DISNEYLAND TIPS: Disney planning is going really well. Want to know my secret to getting my way? Come closer … little more … (whispers) Act like you are a fluff-brained female in distress.

It turns out, if you already know what you want and are polite, you will get ignored. If you pretend to know nothing and are a little ditsy, you will have the world handed to you on a platter. So sad. Pathetic really. I am kinda embarrassed for myself and for women and for 2012. Still, it worked. I have managed to line up everything I want by flirting stupidly with people on the phone, via email and on chat. Disney LOVES feeling like they are doing you a favor. So even if it is your millionth visit – play the dolt.

And pepper your conversations with lots of: Oh my gosh! I am soooo excited! (okay, this part is true – I am actually that excited).

I am a jaded girl. And trust me, playing addled is a tough pill to swallow.

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I like words:  Word on the street is that my mad editing skillz are being discussed. Papers don’t like being published without my byline. It makes the papers cry little paper tears. Magazines want me on the masthead. I get it.  Wooden ships want me on the masthead too. Blogs go agog at my blogstress talents. I am a social media prima ballerina. Being a communication director is rad.

Communications directors get to use words like rad without irony. Or with it. We are powerful like that.

In other words, there is a really interesting job opportunity that has been semi-unveiled that would put me back in my DirCom zone and I really don’t know how I feel about it. If they ever read this blog, the job may become quickly veiled again. I gotsta be me.

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Gertie gets a power upgrade!

My letterpress has been undergoing a transformation these last few months! Everything with a vanity project is slow going unless you have endless resources. I have a very handy priest that is attempting to moonlight as my early 20th Century mechanic.

One of the numerous projects in getting the studio up and running is the basic restoration of the press. Gertie is historically important and I think restoring her to her glory is part of the responsibility of owning her. We also want to take Gertie in to a more modern era, an era with electric power! So she is now set up with a variable speed motor that has enough torque to start her from a standstill. Sexy.

Anyone who spins a flywheel will tell you that it requires some upper arm strength!

Here is a short video of Gertie at work – just a side view of the pulley-system that has upgraded her from a hand press to a power press. That little motor has enough torque to start the machine moving from a dead stop.

All very exciting stuff if you are a paper and ink geek like me. Her rollers are currently being resurfaced and will be back soon. The rollers (3) glide over that big ink disc that you see spinning in the video.

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Our dog? Meet Joe.

Our adoption papers were accepted.

We have passed the home study / visitation.

We have met with our potential doggie … to discover that he is also the potential doggie of 5 other families.

Then we got the phone call: “Joe Cool” is ours if we want him. After meeting all the families, ours was the best fit.

Did I mention that we are adopting a moose? He is German Shepherd / Great Dane. And his ears look like that ALL the time! (insert squee sound)

DMS – V : A New Definition of Autism

My daughter is HFA or “Austism, High Functioning” according to the physicians at a well-respected Autism research facility. She met one more criteria for Autism that Aspergers.

We were informed that, as of 2013, Aspergers will not likely be an available diagnosis in the new DMS anyway (nor will Pervasive Developmental Disorders). It will all just fall on The Autism Spectrum and be considered an Autism Spectrum Disorder.

Great, right? All under one umbrella might mean greater likelihood of insurance coverage, right? Access to services? I hoped so. Our insurance (Yay Kaiser!) covers all sorts of cool services for our daughter, including diagnostics and specialists. But for most insurance? Nope. Autism is a big taboo. Getting a child even tested (developmental pediatricians, battery of tests) is prohibitively expensive for many parents and is in the realm of “experimental” for insurance companies – I am looking at you Blue Cross.

This article in the New York Time’s has me wondering.

“The proposed changes would put an end to the autism epidemic,” said Dr. Fred R. Volkmar, director of the Child Study Center at Yale University School of Medicine and an author of the new analysis."
Dr. Volkmar said that although the proposed diagnosis would be for disorders on a spectrum and implies a broader net, it focuses tightly on “classically autistic” children on the more severe end of the scale. “The major impact here is on the more cognitively  able,” he said.

Huh. Okay. That leaves a gaping hole for children like my daughter.

The likelihood of being left out under the new definition depended on the original diagnosis: About a quarter of those identified with classic autism in 1993 would not be so identified under the proposed criteria; about three quarters of those with Asperger’s would not qualify; and 85 percent of those with P.D.D.-N.O.S. would not.

Here is the lowdown:

The proposed change would consolidate all three diagnoses under one category, autism spectrum disorder, eliminating Asperger syndrome and P.D.D.-N.O.S. from the manual. Under the current criteria a person can qualify for the diagnosis by exhibiting six or more of 12 behaviors; under the proposed definition, the person would have to exhibit three deficits in social interaction and communication and at least two repetitive behaviors — a much narrower menu.

My daughter presents as a completely classic HFA Female. Which is obviously different than a classic HFA Male. The deficits are there in social interaction although marked improvement has been shown with intervention. Let me tell you a little secret about HFA girls … they are less likely to line up their toys by color and shape, less likely to key in on a topic obsessively, less likely to stim in ways that their HFA male peers will. They are more likely to mask their symptoms, mimic their peers. But mimic does not mean neuro-traditional.

It infuriates me. I hear parental frustration about how to best help their child when other parents, teachers and pediatricians see this:

1. Boys go gonzo but THAT boy is flapping his hands, spinning in circles, refuses eye contact and obsessed with trains and can’t talk about anything else so he is extra-gonzo and has Autism. He meets criteria. Case closed.

2. Girls are social creatures, but THAT girl is socially withdrawn, refuse eye contact, get ulcers, develops obsessions over rules and expectations, gets caught in an emotional “loop” that she can’t break through without intervention, takes her peers literally and does not understand their social motivations … she is just shy. Or has anxiety. But she is not Autistic. Autism looks like a spinning, train-obsessed little boy. Right?

And to all the mamas and papas out there who experience the truly amazing autistic meltdown on a regular basis – hugs. I know. It is film-worthy (check YouTube an you will realize you are not alone and then get ticked that parents are putting their autistic children’s meltdowns on YouTube). That seems to be a constant, regardless of gender.

We are all different. I would dare say that none of us is truly neuro-traditional. But most of us function in a world that we made and contribute to. We mostly understand it. We work within its rules an norms and attempt to function the best we can. The one way in that these kids are the same – regardless of level of diagnosis – is that they frequently feel like they are just visiting our world. I don’t know if the new DMS is going leave many feeling like outsiders, without help to translate and understand their world or if it will bring about a tighter diangostic process to help those who are far on spectrum recieve the help they need.

It could very well mean that we are entering an era of a new definition of neuro-typical.

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