Stories From the Heart: My Sons Adventures

Oh, no, this cannot be happening this early! Christopher came into the world two and a half months early and weighed in at 2.7 pounds on August 22nd 1973. The doctors and nurses whisked by so fast that the waiting father and grandmother could not get an answer as to the gender of the tiny baby. Finally one doctor replied to their question, “It does not matter; it is going to die anyway.”

Well Christopher strongly disagreed, he was a fighter. Two months later he got to go home. A few weeks after he came home the visiting nurse arrived to a smoke filled house. I was young inexperienced mother and she arrived I was sterilizing the bottles, and as all the water boiled out it all melted. Thankfully as time went on I learned mothering skills.

When Christopher was around 6 years old, and other kids loved watching cartoons, his favorite TV show was the weather channel. And his favorite book was the telephone book! Christopher had learning problems in school, and other problems.

When he was 12 years old and by far the shortest child in class he started taking hormone shots just enough to help, and the shots stopped when the doctor told Christopher that the growth hormone was “doing wonderful things in his Fruit of the Looms”.

His adult height ended at 5`2″. However he was the strongest looking teenager with solid muscles from his weightlifting that he loved. He was in awe of body builders and also had no fear of anyone. He saw a rough looking burley tattooed man that towered over him and asked him, “Wow, you sure are buff, how much can you bench press?” the man answered him with a small smile on his face from the kids bravery, and possibly realizing that this was a young innocent teenager with a mental disability.

Christopher studied hard and graduated from his special education high school a year early. But then it seemed that is where his ambition stopped and his stepfather said to him, “Either you further your education or get a job, or you are out of here.” It was a tough love ultimatum.
Christopher responded with, “Then I guess I am out of here.” We assumed at first that he went for a walk.

About 3 weeks later the stepfather got a call from Arizona saying that Christopher had joined the circus and was doing a fine job, but thought he would like to know where he was. I had been worried sick over his whereabouts, and we booked a flight to go get him.

Christopher came home and told his story of hitch hiking from California and of walking allot, and climbing mountains by his fingertips to get there. This is just one story of his of how brave he is. There are so many more. As the saying goes: big things come in small packages.

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Stories From the Heart: Sensitivity Training 101

“I want to audition for the news show!” Christina said to me in a tone that could not disguise the fact that she had some sort of speech impediment. “I have an idea for the show. I’d like to do special announcements for the band. I play the drums.” She continued in an excited fast paced voice, as I struggled to comprehend every word.

I gave her some papers outlining the requirements for the anchor positions on our daily news show that I was in charge of at the high school. I told her I would notify her of her scheduled audition time. I then related the story of Christina to some co-workers.

I truly did not know how I was going to handle what I anticipated to be a very sensitive situation. My co-workers advised me that although admirable she couldn’t possibly do the job. Little did I know that later I was to have a crash course in sensitivity training that would guide me to a decision that would ultimately change not only my mind, but my life.

That weekend at a family party, my two brothers were trying to have a conversation. It was becoming quite heated because of the fact that one brother, John, has only ten percent hearing left, as a result of the explosion of the bombs from his days as a Green Beret in Vietnam. John is very special to me and has been through a lot in his lifetime.

John was trying very hard to hear his brother Larry above the music and other people talking. He kept asking Larry to repeat himself. Larry got agitated and made some comments about John not being able to hear.

John got up from the table and went outside. I went after him and found him standing by a small creek rolling some seeds around in his hand that he had just pulled off a bush. He was lost in deep thought. Are you all right? I asked.  “I’m tired of everyone telling me that I can’t hear every day of my life. I thought my own family would be a little more sensitive.”

“It`s only Larry, don’t worry about him”, I said. “I’m not mad at Larry. I am mad at myself for being like this” he said sadly.  I reassured him he had been through a lot, and that it wasn’t his fault. We didn’t say another word, but just walked back into the building and rejoined the party.

He has accomplished many things in his career and life and I look up to him as a strong role model. He has never once complained about any hardship life has dealt him. So, I felt that we had shared a special moment that afternoon and that a far greater power was teaching me something I needed to hear.

The next day Christina was scheduled to audition, but she never came in. The crew and I finished with the other students who had auditioned and turned the cameras and other equipment off. As I walked out of the studio I saw Christina.

“Why didn’t you come in for your audition?” I asked. She told me she never got my e-mails. I told her I felt really bad that the auditions were over but she’d have to come back next week.

She asked if she could just sit in front of the camera and see how it felt. “Sure” I said. As I watched, she sat there beaming. Then she said “I wish I could do it now”. “OK,” I said impulsively, “Let’s do it!”

After about four takes of reading from the papers that I had given to all the students for their auditions, she looked at me and said, “I’ll never make it, will I?” All of a sudden I felt an urge to get to know this ninth grader better. We started talking and I found out that Christina like my brother John had overcome many obstacles in her life.

She was born with a hearing impairment and she could only hear certain levels. She compensated for the rest by lip-reading. Had it not been for her working all summer with a speech therapist she wouldn’t have had the courage to try this. I was in awe of this girl. She had so much confidence, pride, and courage; I just knew that somehow I had to get her on the show.

I told Christina that I didn’t want to sound mean, but some students can be cruel and I wanted her to realize what she might be setting herself up for. We talked a while longer and after some consideration I told Christina that I would try out her original suggestion of doing a special announcement for the band.

I asked if she would take a few minutes and write a synopsis about the homecoming parade that the band had participated in that past weekend. I told her that I noticed that when she spoke to me in her own words I understood her better than when she was reading from the papers I had given her. I suggested that she practice it for a while until she felt comfortable. I told her “You`ll do fine.”

I gave her some time to write her story and to memorize it and then I came back to tape her. She had asked if she could get her drumsticks and incorporate them into her audition. Christina looked directly at the camera and performed flawlessly. She took her drumsticks and did a drum roll on the desk and flipped the drums at the camera. She said her closing statement. She was fantastic! I scheduled her for the following Monday morning show.

That weekend the band was going to play at Giant’s stadium. I told Christina to write her story, practice it until she really felt confident in saying it, get it approved by the principal and I’d put her on the show.  She was so excited. She asked if that meant that she had the job. I had previously shared my concerns about putting Christina on the air with the principal. We had pretty much decided that it would be difficult for her to do the show.

I called him after her audition and told him that I had decided to put her on the show. I briefly explained why I had come to my decision and I also mentioned that it was time to challenge our school’s theme, which is “Mutual Respect.” I told him how impressive she was and that he could see for himself because she was in the office waiting to speak to him. As I expected, she won him over.

On Monday, the principal escorted her to the studio and as he walked away just before airtime, he gave Christina thumbs up sign. Christina did her special announcement live throughout the school. The students were so attentive.

That day is one that will stay with me forever. The other members of the news crew were so supportive of Christina and cheered her on with smiles and thumbs up.  I had purposely not told them anything about Christina before hand, only that a member of the band was doing a special announcement. I was pleasingly surprised by their support and their reaction to her.

That week was filled with positive comments from staff and administrators, telling me what a nice thing I had done. My response was that I hadn’t done anything Christina deserved all the credit.

Shortly after Christina’s debut, she came to see me with a chocolate cornucopia filled with cookies and candy. She told me that it was a thank you from her mother for allowing her to be on the show.  I was touched beyond words. As I thanked her we hugged and tears welled up. In that moment I felt that my whole career in education had been worthwhile.

In the back of my mind, however, I knew that one other person deserved a hug – my brother, Johnny. He was the one who opened my eyes to Christina’s predicament. Christina is now our official anchor for the marching band and everyone looks forward to her next announcement. As for me, I can hear a little more clearly now.

By Angelina S. Wicks

* Stories From the Heart is an ongoing series of user contributed heart warming stories, that shine light on the Autism experience.

Stories From the Heart: The Race

The morning dew, clung to the grass, as the sun began to rise, a little girl stretched with a yawn, and rubbed her weary eyes. A day just like all others yet she managed still to smile. She peered out through her window, and dreamed a little while. This girl, like you was special, unique in her own way, her legs just didn’t have the strength, to run and jump and play.

She prayed each night that they would heal, so she too could share the fun. She wanted to giggle and laugh with all her friends beneath the warm sun. She longed to feel the soft cool grass, the sand between her toes, to walk among the falling leaves, and the cold and crisp snow.

She’d watch the others in their favorite game, in stance to start a race, all crouched down in a single line, such excitement on their face. She’d eagerly shout “Ready. Set. Go”, and they’d take off with a flash. “Oh”, she thought, “how glad I’d be, even if I came in last.”

And then one new and precious dawn, unlike the ones before, she peered out through her window, and rubbed her eyes some more. She thought she MUST be fast asleep, for never had she seen, anything quite as beautiful, not even in her dreams.

There stood a chestnut horse with a golden mane, with legs so large and strong. “Surprise!” she heard her parents shout. “He’s yours. He is not perfect, he’s blind and cannot see. He’ll trust in you to guide him, and together you’ll run free.”

They asked the girl to come and meet him, and they lifted her atop, this horse with a golden mane, and never again would another day, feel quite the same again. The answer to her prayers, for with her sight and his strong legs they’d be a perfect pair each day She practiced hard and learned to ride, this big and noble steed, and knew that she could do all things, if only she believed.

She brushed his coat until it shined, and whispered in his ear, “I never believed in miracles, before they brought you here.”
And then one day along came her friends. She joined them in their game. Her hands held tightly on to the reigns. Ready. Set. Go.

She gave her friends a running start, a fair and distant lead, then like a flash, she bounded forth, with her blind trusting steed. The wind rushed against her hair and she grinned from ear to ear, just then she looked ahead to see, the finish line drawing near.  She felt the spirit in this horse, run hard with all his might, for he now gave her legs to run, and she gave him his sight.

The two longing hearts now soared. The girl prayed for two strong legs, and God gave her four. Together we can do all things, if we only just believe, just as this girl who won the race, with her blind but noble steed.

By Lisa J Schlitt

* Stories From the Heart is an ongoing series of user contributed heart warming stories, that shine light on the Autism experience.

Sensory Disorder Leads Autistic Child to Seek Serenity in Snug Places

I called out his name repeatedly…

“Jonathan…Jonathan…where are you? …Jonathan!”

No response.

Standing still, very quietly, I hoped to make out any distant sound that would have pin pointed his location…still, I hear nothing.

After quickly looking out the windows and outside doors there was still no sign of Jonathan.

Where could he be?

I checked, and then double checked, every room in the entire house.  In my haste to scan each room I missed the obvious. The bed was not quite right.  It wasn’t the sheets, pillow or quilt…it was the bed itself.

The whole mattress was at a slight angle…BINGO!

After racing back to the bedroom I found Jonathan between the mattress and box spring, calm as can be.


Not if you know a bit about Autism, Sensory Integration (SI), sensory processing disorders (SPD) and ADHD, to name a few, and what affect they have on those attempting cope.

Although Jonathan’s act of “snuggling” under the mattress can be unnerving to the uniformed at first glance, there was a method to the supposed “madness”.

Why cram into positions like that as Jonathan did?

For some Autistics the desire to get snug in tight spaces is anything but claustrophobic.  In fact, it can be desirable…even soothing.

Triggers such as noise sensitivity can lead to feeling overwhelmed and the urgent need to cope which explain “odd” behavior such as Jonathan’s.

Dr. Temple Grandin, afflicted by Asperger’s, used to get into a device created to calm cattle down and later invented a device for herself she calls the “squeeze machine”.

Jonathan’s mirroring “mattress” behavior apparently gave him a sense of security via the pressure offered by the mattress.

Compare for yourself…

Feel good heading out into the cold wearing a heavy knit sweater and warm winter coat? How about the firm and loving sensation of an “everlasting” hug? Certainly, you felt secure strapping on a tight seatbelt or close fitting chest harness on your favorite amusement park ride.

Finally, where do you go to “get away” from it all?

Can you now understand how Jonathan’s momentary “escape” under the mattress was simply a soothing experience? Essentially, for Jonathan, under that mattress, there were no distractions or noises…almost complete solitude and serenity.

Ever had your loved one behave similar to Jonathan? Do they like small spaces? What do they do to self-sooth?

Please share your story with me. What did your loved one do that seemed “odd” to stay calm?

To share your story, please leave a comment below.

As always, I look forward to hearing from you.

Karen Simmons
Mother, Wife, Author, Founder & CEO of

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How to Avoid the Stare Down when Your Child’s Temper Tantrum Flares Up in Public

Having always been in touch with my emotions I knew I could handle it yet it didn’t quite turn out that way this time around…

Tempers, tantrums, meltdowns, whatever you wish to call them, all seem to have a pattern.

And this time, Jonathan threw me for a loop.

No matter what sets them off, YOU inevitably have to deal with these outbursts…usually in public and at what seems the most inconvenient moment.

No sitter was available and the trip to the store was to be short so I brought Jonathan (about 5 years old at the time) along.  Whether it was the noise, lights or crowd in the store that trigged Jonathan I don’t know.

You would think the tantrum equivalent of DEFCON 4 erupted as soon as Jonathan started yelling and screaming…a true meltdown, right in the middle of “lucky” aisle number 7 nonetheless.

Despite many attempts to sooth him he put up a terrible fight.  People began to stare in disbelief. Some gave me “that look”…as if I was the big bad parent. A wave of embarrassment flooded over me, temporarily, and it felt as if time stood still.

That was the last straw per se. Something had to be done to relieve this tension.

The next day I spoke with a behavioral therapist.  The solution was simple.  The therapist advised me to give him two choices.  Tell him he can either get in the cart or push the cart.  This seemed so simple but when you’re in the heat of the moment you don’t think of these things as new Moms. I tried it and slowly but surely, to my surprise, it worked.

Have you ever had your loved one act similar to Jonathan?

Help is much closer than you think. You are not alone.

Please share your story with me, what you did and how it worked.

To share your story, please leave your comment below.

As always, I look forward to hearing from you.

Karen Simmons
Mother, Wife, Author, Founder & CEO of


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Stories From the Heart: God Are You There?

God, are you there? Are you listening? Why us? That’s what I wanted to know, almost twenty-three years ago. I didn’t ask these questions twenty-four years ago when my daughter Danielle was born. Why would I? She had ten fingers, ten toes, was beautiful and was perfectly healthy.

My son, Keith was born thirteen months later and also had ten fingers, ten toes, was beautiful and had Down Syndrome. What happened? Why would God do this to us, to him, to his sister, to our family? I didn’t have the answers then.

I did know my husband and I had two beautiful children and we were very young ourselves. I was twenty-three and Ronnie was twenty-one. It was hard enough being married, let alone having two babies under thirteen months old. I remember being so scared. I also remember praying that I was going to wake up from this terrible nightmare. I did wake up, but the nightmare was still there, day after day. Finally I realized that I had better get strong and work for what the best for our family.

Danielle was such a good baby and helped me allot. She grew up very fast. I now realize that God gave us Keith because He knew we could handle it and that we would do our very best. I also know that God gave us Danielle first to pave the way for Keith. God and Keith both taught us all how to be accepting and loving at any cost.

I learned how to be a good mother to Danielle, and she taught me so much about her brother through all the good and bad times. I thought that Keith wouldn’t get to do the things she did in school, but he did, and in high school he was the bomb, she made sure of that.

Danielle has now become a Special Education Teacher and is doing a great job. When she got married almost two years ago, Keith and her dad walked her down the aisle, well, actually danced and laughed down the aisle.

When Danielle and her husband Trey announced to her dad and I that we are going to be grandparents in May 2006, to a baby girl, she also announced to her brother that he would be ” the world’s greatest uncle”.

I have learned so much from my children, but I have also learned that God did listen. He was listening before Danielle was born, and He was listening before Keith was born. He was always listening and still is. He gave me two beautiful and special children because He knew that we could handle anything with Him by our side.

So, yes, God is listening always and he gave us Keith and Danielle because these are the children we were meant to have, and we wouldn’t have it any other way! Sometimes there is no reason or understanding. All you can do is trust God.

Author Unknown

* Stories From the Heart is an ongoing series of user contributed heart warming stories, that shine light on the Autism experience.

Revealing the Invisible Disability…Autism

“Don’t you know how to take care of your child ?!?”

The hurt was extreme.  I felt it linger deep within me. You know the feeling. Like the pain of a sudden and unexpected stomach or head ache.  It’s as if someone literally punched you…hard.

It was difficult not to directly respond to that woman who, without empathy, questioned my ability to handle Jonathan, my Autistic son. Did she not see I had both my hands full and could have used another?

You see, there I was at the Costco checkout line, alone with Jonathan dealing with the full force of his meltdown. The kicking and screaming was one thing.  The screaming was piercing and at the top of his lungs.  Apparently, he was revolting since he didn’t get his way no matter the fact that I planned out this particular outing and did everything “right”…Jonathan obviously didn’t agree.

It’s called the “Invisible” disability.

Autism, and other forms of pervasive developmental disorders (PDD), is at times “invisible” to the general public in the sense that many afflicted with Autism look normal…just like you and me.  Despite Autism being one of the most common developmental disabilities, many professionals in the medical, educational, and vocational fields, are not aware of how Autism affects people.

At the time, I was extremely hurt by that woman’s comment at Costco.  If she had to take care of an autistic child for even an hour or was at least educated about autism she would understand!

Awareness and empathy is clearly lacking in our society about many things.

Fortunately, help is much closer than you think. You are not alone.

Please share your story. What did you do and with what results ?

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I sincerely look forward to hearing from you.

Karen Simmons
Mother, Wife, Author, Founder & CEO of


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Stories From the Heart: When Sarah Smiles

In May, 2004, my husband and I were in Pretoria, South Africa, visiting our daughter and son-in-law, their toddler, Grace, and newborn Sarah. We met Sarah in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, where she lay attached to monitors.

Born with three holes in her heart, the defect had been detected before birth. Because this problem is a marker for Down Syndrome, more tests were done. The baby did, indeed, have DS. Although shaken by the diagnosis, her parents immediately established a positive attitude for family and friends by declaring, “The baby is still a gift; just in different wrapping.”

We all eagerly awaited the birth of the little person we already loved. Sarah went home at three-weeks-old, with open heart surgery looming in the near future. Lacking the strength to breast or bottle feed, she took formula and medication through a tube. A monitor watched her oxygen level; if it dropped too low, a buzzer sounded. She did well, and never “turned blue,” as we’d been told she might.

Admiration spilled over when I watched my daughter care for this fragile infant. The hospital sisters had taught Mom how to change the feeding tube, and she did it with speed and precision.

Within a week, we relaxed a bit and began treating Sarah like any newborn. She was a baby first, an invalid second. At three months, the cardiologist determined that time was of the essence; Sarah must have surgery. The surgery on her heart, the size of a walnut, went well and the organ began functioning as it should.

But a day later one lung collapsed, and doctors began a treatment that they warned might not be successful. We collectively held our breath and prayed. Sarah rallied, but we later learned that she almost didn’t survive. An infection kept her hospitalized a few days longer, but after three weeks in intensive care she went home, where she learned to suck a bottle and began life as an active baby.

Now back in this country, Sarah participates in physical therapy and speech therapy and has learned sign language. Through this early intervention, she has met all the goals set by her therapists and functions within the range of “typical” children in her age group.

Emily Perl Kingsley explained in an essay titled “Welcome To Holland” that when you become pregnant it’s like planning a trip to Italy, a place you dreamed of going. But when your baby is born with Down syndrome you feel as if something has gone wrong. You’re in Holland instead. After a while, she says, you learn that Holland is not a horrible place; it’s just different. In fact, it has much to offer. Still, all your friends have been to Italy, and always brag about what a wonderful time they had there.

Kingsley concluded: “For the rest of your life, you will say, ‘Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned.’ And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away, because the loss of that dream is a significant loss. But, if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things … about Holland.”

I’ve been to Italy and Holland. None of their treasures is as charming and captivating as Sarah. We don’t know what challenges lie ahead for Sarah, but we’re confident she has the strength and determination to excel in whatever she tries. Each advance she makes is a significant blessing.

Her special gift is a dazzling smile, which comes easily. Her message, I believe, is that we all need to lighten up and wear a happy face. And we do, each time her impish grin and sparkling blue eyes remind us to do that.

By Madonna Dries

* Stories From the Heart is an ongoing series of user contributed heart warming stories, that shine light on the Autism experience.

Autistic Boy and Bus Driver Make Amends After Bustle with Bully

Part of his apology letter stated:

“He throws leftover chocolate Jello pudding (in a container with holes on the lid) at me when he’s getting off, and it gets my clothes dirty (mom doesn’t want me to wear dirty clothing).”

For a Mom, it was a tear jerker alright.

While he was being bullied one of his concerns was that his cloths were getting dirty.

The apology letter continued:

“Since I can only sit in the 4th seat or further up, I’m a supreme target.”

Here, he had identified one of many factors that allowed a few of his classmates to escalate trouble on the bus.

He also wrote a most logical prediction:

“Fortunately, they have never stolen my lunch yet.”

Jonathan, my son and writer of the apology letter, got kicked off the bus when he was in grade 6 for destroying school property.  We asked him to write a letter of apology to the bus driver in order to be allowed to ride on the bus again.

If we had not discussed this incident with Jonathan we would not likely have discovered the true story and, unjustly, accepted the school’s version of events.  Naturally, with no bus ride, our family would have suffered with the logistics of getting Jonathan to school along with our other children.

Given the circumstances, I was proud that despite Jonathan’s autism, he was able to deal with so much teasing, badgering and overall strong bullying tactics without injuring anyone.

Most of us have witnessed bullying whether first hand or as a bystander.  Either way, it can be stopped.

We’ve also hear news stories over the years of bully victims taking extreme steps to simple stop being a victim.

So what did Jonathan do that got him temporarily kicked off the bus?

The explanation was in his apology letter:

“The reason I made those holes was because I needed to do something to release my tension. Mrs. Lorenz and I talked about what I could do instead of damaging other people’s stuff.”

The “holes” Jonathan speaks of were holes he made in one of the bus’ seats.

Of course, damage to property is not how I taught Jonathan to deal with anger or frustration. However, the moral of this story is clear. Be sure to know what is going on behind the scenes before you jump to conclusions with your loved one (autistic or not).

Although you’d figure only school age kids are victims of extreme bulling think again. Even elderly bus monitors have fallen victim to unrelenting attacks.

Therefore, be sure to truly listen to your child or loved one when they come to you with a problem. Dismissing them may have undesired consequences.

How did you or those around you deal with a big bad bully?

Did you feel less than capable in that situation?  Did you help some suffering from a bully?

To share your story, leave your comment below.

Your comments are greatly appreciated.

Karen Simmons
Mother, Wife, Author, Founder & CEO of


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Selfless Action Cuts Through the Maze of Many Mutations of Disability

There are many branches or disciplines involving the developmentally disabled that can be challenging to confront.

Many times, a “roadmap” is needed to know which way to go and what to do at the crossroads in order to minimize frustration.

That is why sharing my journey with you by introducing real life experiences with enable you to best make sense of it all.

Areas most critical to effectively dealing with the developmentally disabled and autistic individuals are:


Recognizing the disability is half the battle. Doing something about it is imperative.

Action is the keystone.

There is bound to be embarrassing moments within the family.

The proverbial “bowl full of cherries” is not always there.

And, if people can’t get their point across (Communication Issues) then it really upsets the apple cart. Find out how, with two special needs children, I coped with the inevitable “traffic jam” of unmet expectation during communication.

Being labeled disabled is not where the “blame” begins or ends. I’ve learned to look at myself in the mirror. Sometimes I didn’t like what I saw. Humble pie is hard enough being served much less “eaten.”

“Attitudinal Healing” was not just for “them”, it included me too.

How have you dealt with the spectrum of issues confronting a loved one stricken with a disability?

What discipline of caring for the disabled has stymied or worked for you best?

Tell me your story…what you did and what results you obtained?  Leave your comment below.

As always, I look forward to hearing from you.

Karen Simmons
Mother, Wife, Author, Founder & CEO of


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