{"id":1217,"date":"2006-10-13T15:00:00","date_gmt":"2006-10-13T15:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog2\/2006\/10\/oh-canada\/"},"modified":"2006-10-13T15:00:00","modified_gmt":"2006-10-13T15:00:00","slug":"oh-canada","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/2006\/10\/oh-canada\/","title":{"rendered":"Oh Canada"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>
On the back of a cartoon coaster<\/span>
In the blue TV screen light<\/span>
I drew a map of Canada<\/span>
Oh Canada<\/span>
With your face sketched on it, twice<\/span>
Oh, you\u2019re in my blood like holy wine<\/span>
–Joni Mitchell, \u201cCase of You\u201d<\/p>\n

I am totally in love. With a city. With people in this city. Maybe with a country. I love Toronto. I love Canada! I would love to live here. In parts it looks like midtown Manhattan \u2013 and certainly the women are every bit as stylish \u2013 and in parts it looks like Greenwich Village, with funky, beautifully painted storefronts mixed with old-fashioned mom and pop stores. Some areas look like Georgetown. Other parts look like Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts, with large turn-of-the century Colonials and Victorians, and still other parts look a little more blue collar, with 1930’s brick houses, like neighborhoods of Queens.<\/p>\n

The people are a very interesting mixture of sophisticated and varied ethnicities, and yet also wide open friendly, like the Midwest, like the people I met in Minnesota and Ohio. I had the opportunity to take a walk this morning down Avenue Road to a classic diner, where they took very good care of me; there was a grandmotherly waitress and the flirtatious owner, who told me I was beautiful and made me a fantastic feta omelette (\u201cPoof! You\u2019re a fantastic feta omelette!\u201d my mother would say.)<\/p>\n

But this is just skimming the surface of all that happened. Going a little deeper into my two days here, I spent a good deal of time (lunch in and tour of the CN Tower<\/a>, with my old Israeli boyfriend Gabi, whom I met while I was on Kibbutz HaHoresh for two weeks in 1978. I was fifteen, Gabi was twenty. He was an ebullient young man back then, quite handsome, like a Jewish Alec Baldwin<\/a>, with droopy blue eyes that I just melted for and, husky voice and easy smile. He showed me a very good time when I was in Israel \u2013 too good to go into here \u2013 and at the same time he was a good boy.<\/p>\n

He is still a good boy. And a really good soul. (Still very handsome, too! Those blue eyes now have crinkles on the sides, even better\u2026) I was so pleased to see that that high spirited young man still exists. He has two lovely kids (a girl Max\u2019s age) and just seems brimming with warmth and generosity, like the rest of the people I came across here.<\/p>\n

And then, there was the Conference. I saved the best for last. I am just beginning to process it all. The Autism Acceptance Project<\/a> that Estee Klar-Wolfond put together on her own, where she assembled a week\u2019s worth of lecturers \u2013 authors, academics, and artists, some of whom are autistic \u2013 and all of whom, like me, wish to shift the paradigm around autism. This was a very moving and informative evening, with equal participation between panelists and audience.<\/p>\n

One of my fellow presenters was author Valerie Paradiz, along with her teenage son Elijah<\/a>. Valerie wrote the book, Elijah\u2019s Cup<\/span><\/a>, several years ago, a memoir of Elijah\u2019s and of her own increasing self-awareness and incorporation of autism into their lives (both Valerie and Elijah are somewhere on the spectrum. They call themselves \u201cSpectrumites.\u201d). Valerie covered a few points in her talk, about what adolescents with autism need, for nuturing, and to know about themselves and the world. Valerie is the founder of the ASPIE School<\/a>, (now known as the Open Center), which, in my view would have already been enough (dayenu). How many of us fantasize about starting a school for our autie kids \u2013 I know I do but Ned says I need to get real \u2013 but we just don\u2019t because it is mind-blowingly difficult. Yet Valerie did it, and it has been a success. She is now researching gender and autism, questioning whether there may be more females with autism out there, but that the symptoms are different because women and girls are generally more outwardly adept at social skills (no offense, hombres, mais c\u2019est vrai) but that inwardly there could be the same confusion and overstimulation, sensory-defensiveness, etc. (This stuff made me think: could I be on the spectrum? Would that explain some of my feelings of alienation, confusion with how certain kinds of relationships work, discomfort with same, and<\/p>\n

The huge need\/desire to have space\/be alone
on the computer rather than phone,
and with very few friends that I can really really tolerate and call my own?
The inexplicable vicissitudes that happen with friends
The alienation that sometimes never ends.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Who knows? I am interested in finding out. And since autism is most often genetic, why couldn\u2019t I \u2013 and Ned, for that matter \u2013 be Aspie-ish?)<\/p>\n

Valerie is also in the midst of creating a model program for Aspie adolescents at NYU, which I find thrilling news. The adolescent period in the life of any child can be agony but for someone who has difficulty understanding or navigating social conventions, it can be deathly. Valerie had some very good common sense ideas for how to talk to a child about his autism \u2013 and she is very much of the mind that one should, in order to reduce potential anxiety and confusion that child may have about himself vis a vis the rest of the world. It made me think that I should and could talk to Nat about his autism. I really do not know for certain how much he is capable of understanding, but there have been many times in his life where he demonstrated that he knew everything that we were saying and that was going on around him. Certainly with our new home program (that has now met three times) I have already seen evidence that Nat knows quite a bit, but just needs to feel confident and needs more comfortable practice. These therapists really know how to make him smile and still do work. There is none of that forced ABA-style drilling, although they are drilling. It is much more organic and fluid, even though they are covering a lot of material in terms of vocabulary and grammar training. Here is an example of how even a \u201cbreak\u201d works:<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Nat, it looks like you want juice! \u2018I want juice, please,\u2019\u201d
\u201cI want juice, please.\u201d
\u201cSure, Nat! Hey, Nat, what do you drink out of?\u201d looking at the cup.
\u201ccup.\u201d
\u201c\u2019I drink out of a cup.\u2019\u201d
\u201cI drink out of a cup.\u201d
\u201cYay, Nat!\u201d Gorgeous smile.<\/span> \u201cAnd what do you like to drink?\u201d
\u201cJuice \u2013 \u201c
\u201c\u2019I like\u2026\u2019\u201d
\u201cI like juice.\u201d
\u201cGreat, you like juice! I like juice, too.\u201d
And so on.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Probably the best thing about our own home program, however, is Emily, the young therapist. I think Nat has a crush on her. She could be played by Anne Hathaway<\/a>, the young woman who was in The Devil Wears Prada. Emily seems to really enjoy Nat. One interesting thing that happened was that he started touching her hands, and I tensed when I saw that because that is almost a
\nlways a sign of his tention, that he is going to scratch your hands or pinch them.<\/p>\n

But Emily did not know this, which was a good thing, because she put the best possible spin on it, and she smiled prettily at him and said, \u201cOh, you want to squeeze hands?\u201d
And Nat said, \u201cYes.\u201d And that\u2019s what they did. So now that\u2019s something he asks for and she gives him. With this training: you ask, you get.<\/p>\n

(See, flirting goes a long way. It can build happy connections, but you need to keep your wits about you. Like mother, like son.)<\/p>\n

My mind is full and jumping all over the place, from last night\u2019s conference and thinking about what this means for Nat. I guess it means that I am far more optimistic than I have felt in a long time. Valerie and the others gave me such a feeling of the way the autism spectrum sometimes works. One woman kept standing up and asking questions, making comments, and it turns out she is autistic and so full of things to say. Maybe when you are delayed in your language development, and then you finally find speech, you are just overflowing with it. I can completely understand that.<\/p>\n

She and others made it very clear that with autism, development can happen very, very late in life. We all know about the late talkers, for instance. Valerie\u2019s son Elijah was a late talker, and then an echolalic talker, and he eventually found that watching comedy was a good way to learn about social timing. He started by watching Charlie Chaplin. All of the silent physical comedy was easy for him to understand, without words to process. He then moved up to other comedians, until he started telling jokes and now writes his own material \u2013 at sixteen \u2013 and performs it in comedy clubs! And he is very funny, and very dear. I had dinner with him, Valerie, and Estee. Elijah reminded me of Max, in his interests and affect (interesting to note that Max does NOT have a diagnosis\u2026I\u2019m filing that one away for further inspection). But he reminded me of Nat in the way his language progressed over time. I got to thinking that perhaps with time and the right approach, Nat could definitely become more limber in verbalizing his thoughts and more practiced at conversation. This may seem painfully obvious to some of you, but to me it is a revelation. To think that that door is still partially open is like a miracle to me, in fact I\u2019m sitting here in Pearson Airport trying not to cry. I am putting my foot in that door with our home program and I am keeping it open with my will and hope. Very strong stuff; don\u2019t mess with a mother\u2019s will and hope.<\/p>\n

Valerie, Elijah, Gabi, and Toronto, you are now in my blood, like holy wine. Oh, Canada.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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