Month: May 2018

Hi everyone and welcome back to my blog, today’s blog will be continuing to discuss my childhood being autistic, along with activities that I did after school and the trips that I went to growing up. Once again this part of the story is not described by me, but it is explained by my mum and this is the story being continued on my childhood being autistic in her own words.

Before going into secondary school, She did after school activities like football and fun club in the normal school where she had fun. She went to trips, played games and drawing. She went to the zoo, the beach and bowling. She went to ice skating, she loved all her trips, expect ice skating, because she fell on her bum by few times.

We did everything as a routine and if there something different we would tell her first. We were going to the city centre in the bus. I would explain to her everything from leaving home going to the bus stop and wait for the bus, we needed some change for the ticket (child’s bus ticket was 50p back in those days). I would tell her where to put the money in the ticket machine. It was a pleasant visit to the city centre, when she had a school trip in the bus, she knew what to do. When she came home she told me she remembered what to do.

Another thing she did in her primary school was swimming. From that little girl who was crying because she didn’t want to go in the water, ended up gaining a nickname of mermaid, she loved swimming so much. She is almost 10 1/2 years old and the changes in her body coming so me and different teacher did the same thing, everything the teacher taught her about the changing, I would talk about the same thing at home.

At this stage she was asking questions and without confusing more I would only tell her what she wanted to know, if the questions were a bit different to answer then I would say that when the right time comes, the teachers would tell you.

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Hi everyone and welcome back to my blog, today’s blog will be continuing to discuss my childhood being autistic. Once again this part of the story is not described by me, but it is explained by my mum and this is the story being continued on my childhood being autistic in her own words.

She is now 5-6 years old, full time in school. The school had a system where they would pick her up in the morning and drop her off at home after school. She was ready to go, eager to learn, she took her lunch from home because she didn’t like school dinners. We had a wonderful teacher who knew how to deal with children like Arveena, the teacher was strict but with a soft heart. She will not do anything for her unless she used her language and tells her what she wants. The teacher realised her potential and me and the teacher started to work together, so whatever she learned at school I would do the same at home.

The biggest problem was with the words like who, what, where, why and when. The teacher said to concentrate on one word at a time, so for one week we would concentrate on “who” for a week, everyday at home for a week it was “who” whenever we could and the next week it would be another word and so on.

I had a meeting with the headteacher. The headteacher said that maybe she is confused with two languages and that we should just use one language at home or maybe we should teach her sign language and of course I was really worried that if there’s nothing with her and we have to teach her sign language.

I was really concerned about teaching her sign language, so one morning when she was ready to go to school and I said to her that you got to work hard in school and I forgot that I said that. On Friday she comes home with a certificate for working really hard all the week and that was her first certificate and many more followed.

At almost 6 1/2 years old the speech started to come, number work was still a struggle and we did the same thing again for maths in school and at home as we repeated the same. She did all the activities in school and had fun in sports day. From those days until the age of 11. She went to normal mainstream secondary school, she didn’t look back and kept going forward with her life.

This concludes on my childhood being autistic. Stay tuned for the next post which will be continuing my childhood life with autism, don’t forget to leave a comment below on my blog and spread the word out about my blog too. ???

Hi everyone and welcome back to my blog, today I’ll be continuing to talk about my life being autistic. Once again this part of the story is not explained by me, but it is informed by my mum and this is the story of my life being autistic in her own words.

At home, I was working on with the concentration, how long she could concentrate at a time. At the same time we would go onto trips from the nursery like “teddy bears picnic” to a play area in the park. Arveena would go on the slide, swings and see-saw playing just like any child at her age. We took food from my home and drinks.

In the park there were benches we could sit around and eat talk with the other mums. Arveena would eat and drink with us and if she needed to go to the toilet she would pull my finger and take me towards the toilets. There was one trip to the farm, we fed the newborn lambs with the baby bottles she would run after the ducks like any other child, BUT there was no SPEECH.

At this stage she was about 4-5 yrs old and some people were telling me to teach her some sense while the others said she was dumb and some even said that she was mad or mental. There were two ladies no relation to me who said “don’t worry she will talk and that there was nothing to worry”.

I have never had a problem waking her in the morning, always eager to go school or any trips, always bubbly little girl, but I’m her own world. At home I had no problem with her doing things for herself, but I would keep an eye on her all the time in case she would hurt herself.

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Hi everyone and welcome back to my blog, today I’ll be talking about the beginning of my life being autistic. This part of the story is not explained by me, but it is described by my mum and this is the story of my autistic life in her words.

In the beginning everything seemed normal. She was running around by 8-9 months, knew her numbers and alphabet by 18 months, then I started to noticed that she was not talking, went to see the Drs and he said that nothing’s wrong.

By 2 1/2 yrs old she went to the playgroup everything was normal, but no speech had developed. She went to a normal nursery school around 4-5 yrs old still no speech. Then the teachers in the nursery had noticed the same thing no speech they suggested me to take her to a special needs school. So we went to special needs school around the age of 6 1/2 yrs the speech started to come along.

The teachers did come to do some number work adding, my daughter did not understand anything. So the head teacher said we go and take her to the special Dr who deals with children in her situation. The special Dr told us that she has mild autism and at the same time my daughter was confused with who, what, where, why and when.

Before going to special needs school, at home she was like a normal 2-3 yrs old she played with my pots, taking everything out of my cupboards, she loved playing with water, turning pots upside down, stand on them and give them and give the dolls a bath, dry them up with a towel, watching children’s programmes and playing with her brother.

We joined a group and used to go swimming every week, the first week she just sat at the edge and cried, she would not let go of me. The following weeks she went in the water and she loved it, she learned to swim really well.

Her concentration was there, we did small puzzles at home, played games to just to see her concentration and learn things but still there is no SPEECH.

This concludes on my life being autistic, sorry about being too long. Stay tuned for the post and don’t forget to leave a comment below on my blog and spread to word out about my blog too. ???