Hair Cuts

Hair cuts.  How do you handle them in your family?  Sure, there are lots of cute little salons set up for kids.  Your child can sit in a miniature seat, get candy and watch TV, while a stylist clips away.  That is, unless, you have a kid on the spectrum.  If you have a spectrum kiddo, all bets are off.  Taking a kid to the barber is like taking a trip to hell.

My son, otherwise known as Boo Bear, was born with a thick head of wavy hair.  It offset his blue eyes and long black lashes.  I thought it was adorable; he had other thoughts.  He was released from the hospital at the age of 16 days.  By the age of 21 days, I knew we were going to have hair issues.  He would run his fingers through his long locks, get them tangled, pull, and let out ungodly screams.  The only thing I could think to do to keep him from pulling his hair was to have him wear mittens: in July.  I took him to visit his adoring godmother, who though not yet a mom, is endowed with a good bit of common sense.  She laughed at the mittens and insisted we cut his hair.  I was horrified.  He was only three weeks old!  She pointed out it was 90 degrees in the shade and he was wearing mittens.  I had to admit she had a point.  So, we got out her husband’s clippers and went to work.  Interestingly, Boo Bear did not seem to mind the gentle buzz of the razor.  He happily lay in my arms as his long locks of hair began to cover the floor.  Soon, I had a baby with a buzz cut.  He looked like a very tiny recruit for the Marine Corps.  We shed the mittens and he was much happier.  I gathered up some of the locks for his baby book.

Fast forward a few years.  Boo’s sensory issues had grown more extreme.  He now wanted nothing to do with clippers or scissors.  Obviously, taking him to a kid barber shop would be paying money for a full on meltdown.  So, what is a parent with a shaggy toddler to do?  You improvise and you bribe.  As I have said before, Boo Bear will put up with a lot for candy.  Gummy Bears and Sour Patch Kids are high value treats in his world. So here is the routine we have used for years — this usually takes two agile adults who are ready for a wrestling match with an annoyed squid:

  • Strip child down to either underwear or pull-ups and sit him on a beach towel in the middle of the living room floor.  I use the living room because it has no carpet.  If your living room has carpet, you might want to try the kitchen floor instead; it is easier to sweep up afterwards.
  • Slowly introduce the clippers.  Let your child get used to the noise.  Softly run the clippers over your arm, then his.  We use Wahl clippers with a number 4 (1/2″) beard attachment.
  • While one adult or parent holds the child in their lap, the other parent makes a quick pass over his head with the clippers.  If this pass is successful, offer lots of praise and candy.  With one parent holding on with a death grip and offering candy, the other parent continues making passes with the clippers until most of the hair is cut.
  • Bring out the scissors to get those pesky bits of hair around the neck and the ears.  Show the child the scissors and offer more candy.  With one parent keeping a firm grip on the head, let the other parent snip the rest of the hair.
  • Brush the hair off the child and let him go, while heaping him with praise and candy.
  • Sweep up all the hair and put it outside.  Shake the towel off outside.  I have a little fantasy that the birds will come and make nests with Boo Bear’s hair.  I have no idea if they really do or not.  If you are a less sentimental type, you may merely throw the hair in the garbage.
  • Give your child a bath to get rid of all the itchy hair stuck to his body.  Throw in lots of toys, bubbles, etc.. Make it the best bath time ever.
  • When your freshly clipped, scrubbed child is safely in bed, collapse on the couch with your partner in crime and enjoy a stiff drink.
  • Wait six to eight weeks and repeat.

As I wrote this, I remember how his first and favorite PCA (personal care assistant) used to cut his hair until he was nearly five.  She would just stick him in the high chair where he could not escape, put candy on the tray and go to work.  This was a good solution until he was about 5 years old and too big to fit in the high chair.  At that time, we moved to the floor.

You may have your own tricks and tips to hair cutting.  If you do, please share them in the comments box below.  I would love to hear your ideas and you give valuable insight to other parents.  Thanks!

The Big T

The Big T?  Yes, The Big T.  What does T stand for, you may ask?  Well, let me tell you.  In the world of Dr. Seuss, T stands for “ten tired turtles in a tuttle, tuttle tree.”  In our world, T stands for toenails, specifically, the toenails belonging to my son.

Some ADLs (activities of daily living) are easier than others.  He can easily dress and undress himself.  Heck, he loves to undress himself.  He is a clothing optional kind of guy.  He needs help to do a good job brushing his teeth.  I keep his hair really short, so it is simply wash and wear.  But, there are some things that he simply cannot do, and cutting his nails is one of them.  Furthermore, he does not want anyone else to cut them, either.  This has been the case for 15 years.  Some kids on the spectrum can learn to cut their own nails, though if you think about it, it takes a fair amount of manual dexterity.  My son will probably never be able to cut his own nails, hence, the task falls to yours truly.

Even as a preemie, he had really long nails.  He was so tiny and fragile, I was afraid to go near his fingers with clippers, so I filed them with an emmory board.  The nurses in the NICU got a good laugh at the earnest young mama, bent over the incubator and filing her offspring’s nails.  Even then, he did not appreciate it.

Fast forward 15 years.  He still has finger nails and toe nails that grow at warp speed and resemble talons.  If he sees me heading his way with the clippers, he heads for the hills.  So, I have a few options.  I can put him in the bath after his evening meds and wait until he is good and drowsy.  Once he is relaxed I can cautiously set to work, one finger and one toe at a time.  This works, but only if he is truly exhausted.  The other option is bribery.  My son will do a lot for a handful of gummy bears.  I get him to sit on my lap and then I wrap my legs around him.  I tell him, multiple times, “First nails, then candy”.  If we make it through the first hand or foot without issue, I will probably take a candy break in the middle, just to keep the good will flowing.  I don’t release my death grip on him, or he will be off and gone.  We proceed unto the next hand or foot, repeating our mantra about first nails, then candy.  When we are done, I heavily reward him with lots of gummy bears.  There is one other option, which I prefer to avoid.  This involves putting him into a full restraint and cutting his nails super fast.  I don’t like doing this to him, and it is rather like wrestling a spring loaded octopus.  He is very limber, strong and fast.  Bribery with candy is my preferred MO.

I would like to say that over the years nail clipping has gotten easier, or that he has learned to do it himself.  This, however, would be a lie. It is an ordeal we both dread.  Your child may learn to tolerate nail cutting or learn to do it him/herself.  If you have any tips you would like to share about how you cut your child’s nails, please chime in.  In a later post, I will tackle hair cuts.


Sensory Stuff

Many kiddos on the spectrum also have sensory issues as well.  Some are sensory seeking, some are sensory avoiding.  My son is sensory seeking; he is a “crasher banger”.  He flaps, claps his hands together or against his legs, leans up against you, spins, rocks, swings, etc.  He loves deep pressure, massage and swimming.  He can spin in his swing for hours and never get dizzy.  For the last 13 years, we have had one type of swing or another in our house.  He uses the swing to decompress.  Our current swing is a hammock swing hung from the ceiling on a swivel.  This allows him to go in multiple directions. Sometimes he sits up in it, other times he hangs upside down.  Kids like my son also usually like swimming.  They have a hard time knowing where their bodies are in space, so the feeling of water all over their bodies orients them.  Since many of our autism friends are drawn to water, it is a great idea to teach your child to swim at an early age. It is good therapy and just common sense.

Other kids avoid sensory input.  They do not like to be touched.  A gentle caress may actually cause them pain.  Traumatic events include haircuts, hair brushing and nail clipping.  They are sensitive to loud noises.  Sirens and alarms are deafening to them.  Fluorescent lights are torture.  Smells are amplified a hundred times.  These kids may react strongly and adversely to scented soaps, perfumes, and even grape bubble gum.

Now, it would be nice if kids all fell neatly into these two groups, but life is never that simple.  A lot of spectrum kids are both sensory seeking and sensory avoiding.  They may like deep pressure, but shun loud noises.  They may like being in a crowd, but quickly melt down if it becomes too much.

How do I know if my kid is a sensory seeker or a sensory avoider?  Watch and listen.  Your child will show you.  And, sometimes, a little bit of  sensory input is enough.  My son may like me to wrestle with him, but he is not going to like being dog piled by a mass of strangers.  He likes to go to parties and see people, but after 30 minutes he may want to go home.  I learned these things about him by trial and error.  Unfortunately, meltdowns may be the best teacher.  Things may be going along fine and then boom!  he has had enough.  At this point, I know when he starts pulling away from me during a massage, or heading towards to door at a party, it is time to call it quits and go home.

Does this mean you will never go out in public again?  No!  But it means you must take baby steps and respect what your child can tolerate.  Look for sensory friendly, autism friendly venues.  Go out in public during off hours.  Never go out when your child is hungry, in need of a nap, or is just having an off day.  And, it you do go out and things get overwhelming, go home, regroup and figure out a better way to face tomorrow.







We usually think about grief when we think about death.  But, grief can also come (and usually does) with a diagnosis of autism.  Suddenly, the perfect world you imagined for your child is shattered.  Your life is now filled with teachers, specialists, IEPs, PECS, and a host of other things you had never heard of before.  It is overwhelming.

When Ravi was in his first year of preschool a lovely social worker set up a poetry group for parents.  We met one night a week and were just encouraged to write in our journals, compose poetry and share what was going on in our lives.  Looking back, it was partly a writers workshop and partly a process group.  At this time in my life, I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off.  I had a toddler on the spectrum and a newborn.  I was learning all I could about autism.  I read and read and read, researched and researched.  I was positive that if I just learned enough, I could find the magic bullet and this whole problem would be cured.  I had a lot to learn.  As I was relating this to this wise social worker, she asked me a pertinent question.  “Have you taken time to grieve?”  Grieve? I thought to myself, who has time for that?  I am on a mission to save my son!  But grief is an odd and slippery sort of thing.  You can ignore it as best as you can, but it will raise its fist at odd times and sucker punch you right in the gut.  I could be driving down the road and suddenly, inexplicably, find myself in tears.  I would watch typically developing children at the park and want to cry.

Over time the grief diminishes, but never completely goes away. It often comes back at birthdays or anniversaries.  You will see your child’s peers graduate from middle school or high school, learn to drive, get their first car and realize that this probably will not happen to your child.  This can be very bittersweet.

I encourage you to acknowledge this grief.  If you don’t it will raise its head anyway.  But do not let it completely engulf you.  As your child grows, try to focus on the many milestones he/she has met this year, rather than comparing him/her to the neighbor down the street.  You will see forward progress, though it may be slow growth over time.  Rejoice in what your child can do rather than wallow in self pity about what they can’t.

First Signs

Maybe this is your first child, maybe it is not.  Maybe there is just a little worry niggling at the back of your mind.  This child is not quite like your other children, or the the other children in his/her playgroup.  What are some early signs of autism?

Lack of eye contact.  Most babies will lock eyes with you when they are nursing or taking a bottle.  A child with autism may not.  I did not realize that my son did not do this until, two years later, I had my daughter.  She may eye contact in the delivery room!  I was stunned.  Babies look at their moms?  I had no idea.

Babbling/language.  A neurotypical baby will babble and coo at you and is delighted when you babble or coo back.  A baby with autism may not do that.  They may not develop language on time, or develop a few words and then lose them (in the case of my son).  A baby who is not on the spectrum will make faces at you and laugh when you make faces back.  They can imitate facial expressions, even when they are tiny, such as tongue thrusting.

Play.  A child on the spectrum will not usually play with toys in a typical ways.  He/she may love cars, but only likes to spin the wheels.  When you try to enter his/her world and play a game of pretend, such as put the car in the garage, he/she may become very upset.  Your child may love stacking blocks or putting cars or toys in long straight lines.  Woe to the parent who disturbs this line!

Sleep.  Your child may not sleep, or may sleep only a few hours at a time.  The rest of the household becomes zombies, but your child is still going strong.  For a long time, my son did not sleep unless we wrapped him up like a burrito and then wrapped our arms and legs around him.  He would struggle for a bit, then realize that he liked it and eventually give in and fall asleep.

Eating.  Your child may be an incredibly fussy eater.  Certain smells and textures are physically repulsive to him/her.  They may live on a diet of goldfish crackers, and chicken nuggets.  For a long time, the only foods my son would eat were pancakes, french fries, spaghetti, and chicken nuggets.  It took years of OT and and patience, but he now has a very well rounded diet.  He loves vegetables and ethnic foods, the spicier the better.  But for a long time his diet was very limited.  If this is the case of your child, you may want to add a multivitamin to his/her diet.  Also, my son hated eggs.  He would turn up his cute button nose (literally!) at foods that had eggs baked into them, even birthday cakes.

This is only a very brief list, mostly of things that I noticed with my son.  But if you are noticing lack of reciprocal play, little or no eye contact, a certain adherence to rituals, language delay or language loss, I would strongly advise you to talk to your child’s pediatrician.  The doctor can give you references to specialists, early childhood education, and a plethora of other useful materials.

No one believes there is a problem

Perhaps one of the most frustrating things about being an autism mom, in the beginning of your journey, is that no professional will believe that there is a problem.  Though the word autism had not entered my vocabulary when my son was 15 months old, I felt instinctively that something was off.  He did not talk, he did not make eye contact, he had certain rituals that had to be followed.  For example, whether or not we were having pancakes, the red maple syrup jug had to be on the table at every meal. Breakfast had to be eaten out of the purple bowl.  We could not go in or out the front door, only the back door.  He was terrified of loud noises, the coffee grinder, hair dryer, vacuum cleaner, etc..  Slowly, we became slaves to these patterns and rituals.  When I mentioned my concerns to his pediatrician, he basically patted me on the head, told me I was an over anxious first time mom, and sent me on my way.  I was told that because he was a boy and a preemie, language and other skills would be late in coming.  Despite these assurances, the fear that something was wrong remained.  At that time, I was pregnant with my second child and chasing an extremely active toddler.  I decided to put these concerns on the back burner until after I gave birth.  My daughter was born one week after my son’s second birthday.  I made an appointment with the pediatrician, and showed up with my husband, two children, and a list of concerns clutched in my sweaty hand.  He refused to believe that there was a problem.  The only useful information I was able to wring out of him was a number to call for early childhood special education.  I called that number as soon as I got home.

The next week two teachers from ECSE (early childhood special education) came to make a home visit.  They came with toys and books and games.  My son refused to even notice their presence.  They asked a long list of questions and within twenty minutes told me that my son was on the spectrum and qualified for services immediately.  I was stunned.  I knew there was a problem, but just hearing the word autism in conjunction with my son was enough to make my heart break.  What I did not know at the time was, this was just the opening of a new door.  The teachers left and my head was spinning.  Suddenly, the phone rang.  It was a childhood psychologist.  She wanted to come over the next day.  The next morning she arrived at my door.  Ravi did relate to her somewhat, but her rapid conclusion was much the same of the teachers from the day before.  My son was clearly on the spectrum.

Within a week we had in-home services.  He had a teacher, a PT, and an OT come every week.  Though he responded favorably to them, I still knew that this was not enough help.  I was told I could enroll him in ECSE at the local school.  A bus would pick him up every morning and return him every afternoon.  My heart failed at the thought of putting my two-year-old son on a bus.  (Obviously, the bus had car seats and aides and was set up for little people).  A day before his first bus ride, while visiting his soon-to-be-school, my husband took him on an empty bus to explore.  My son was fascinated.  On his first day of school he merrily hopped on the bus and never looked back.  Four and a half hours later, the bus returned and he came bouncing off.  As he dismounted, he turned around and hugged the tire of the bus.  It was the beginning of a love affair with buses that has continued for 13 years.

Harriet’s Hedgehogs and Autism Advocacy

Autism, hedgehogs, dogs, long distance running — they all go together in my world.  I am the mother of two teens: one who is on the spectrum, my son, and one who is neuro-typical, my daughter.  Autism has been part of our lives since my son was diagnosed in 2004, when he was two years old.  When he was diagnosed, I was not given any real help or suggestions.  What I needed was a guide book, or a road map, a “where do I go from here” sort of thing.  This is what I am intending this page to be.  I am a mom, a special ed teacher, and a fierce autism advocate.  I am not a doctor or a therapist.  I cannot diagnose.  What I can do, hopefully, is provide you with a road map of what to do in those early days when your son or daughter is first diagnosed.

How can I help you?  When my son was diagnosed in 2004, I felt very alone.  Autism resources were much harder to come by.  Though our lives quickly were filled with teachers, OTs, PTs, SLPs, I felt very isolated.  There did not seem to be any answers to my questions.  Will he get better?  Will he ever speak?  Am I doing enough for him?  How do I get more services?  Should we try ABA, RDI, swimming with dolphins, gluten free, casein free?  Which end is up, anyway?  Gradually, I noticed that the best information I got was from other autism moms.  We met in waiting rooms while our children were in therapy and we swapped ideas.  We were not doctors or professionals in this field; we were just moms in the trenches, trying to make it through the day.  This is what I want this web site to be: a road map for moms.  I want you to know that you are not alone.  If I can, I would like to help you.  My son is now 15, and I have been on this strange yet wonderful journey for a long time.  I can help you troubleshoot, bounce ideas around, look over IEPs, and advocate for your child (and you) at contentious IEP meetings.  If you feel that I can help you, please reach out to me.  I am always willing to listen.  My consulting fees are reasonable and I believe you will feel that I am a good investment for your child.  The autism path can be scary and daunting at times.  Let me walk this path with you.