As Autism Awareness Month comes to a close, we hear from Genevieve Walcott-Daniel the proud mother of Zidane Daniel, who was diagnosed with autism. Genevieve tells us her fight to give her son a good life and ensure he is included and respected in society.
“It’s her baby boy, so let’s pacify her worry.” This was the sentence that began our journey.
He was indeed the only boy, but our third child. After having two girls, I was told that my expectations of his development were a bit high. I did not think so.
I was concerned that his eyes never met mine when I spoke to him, worried that his speech wasn’t coming in clearly. We later found out that it was a dental issue as well that he had to have surgery for.
He did a basic hearing test and another test with a recommended audiologist, so we knew his hearing was on point.
I was scared, worried and frustrated. I started to blame myself, was it something I did or didn’t do enough during my pregnancy? Did I have him too old, was my body not able? The questions went on and on.
We were referred to a child psychologist, and with her, he did as much of the very comprehensive testing as he could withstand over the span of a few weeks.
The results came back that Zidane was on the autism spectrum; he was four years old. Numbers were never given, and the words severe or mild were never used.
It was recommended that he receive speech and occupational therapy to help aid his development going forward. We got a listing from his paediatrician to start with.
Please note- finding a therapist to fit your child’s needs is so important, but finding one who cares is even more important, and there aren’t many, sadly.
Each step so far had been costly, so I was thankful that we had and continue to have a good support system. We were not prepared, however, for the cost of his therapy sessions or the fact that our insurance providers did not cover both types of therapy. Another hard truth was the lack of ongoing support from said therapists when he began to progress steadily.
This was most disheartening, as I placed my trust and belief that they would also want what was best for him.
While Zidane attended therapy, he also attended pre-school. We made sure the school was informed of his diagnosis and kept abreast of his challenges and progress with therapy, even his teachers asked for books to help them understand what autism was and taught his classmates about him as well. He was never left out of any activity.
We were all learning about Zidane together.
At this time, I gained further confidence to stand firm for him after several disappointing and deflating interactions with different persons in the medical field. Too many times, it’s all about the money and like most parents of special needs children, we are forced to make difficult choices.
We could only afford one session each of speech and occupational therapy per week, as we had two other school-aged children and we knew that they also needed to be properly provided for.
I sat in on all his sessions, I learnt how to use the methods taught and continued using the same methods along with flip books and charts in his daily routine. It made a huge difference for him and his abilities to function and cope socially.
I was eventually told he was not reading and we needed to attend more sessions per week, or he would just continue to mimic patterns and words. I was taken aback because he was reading at home and he read at school.
Imagine trying to convince a trained and certified professional of something that you are experiencing.
I can tell you it did not go down well. This person refused to acknowledge Zidane’s progress at any stage.
He was accepted into a special-needs primary school, as we knew a regular school would not be equipped to handle his needs.
We decided to cease therapy, both for Zidane’s well-being and mine.
I confirmed Zidane was reading and learning everything, including music; his school has helped to hone these gifts, and we are thankful to those teachers and his principal who encourage his holistic development through the challenges.
There is no blueprint to raising or caring for a child with autism or an autistic child, even the terminology may vary according to what you prefer to use. However, keep trying until you find what’s best for you and yours. LOVING them is the key to everything.
He learnt music by ear at first, using YouTube on his tablet but can now read it after a few classes, which we could not continue again due to priorities, classical is his passion, but he will sing and play almost everything that he likes or that he can learn.
He is our super boy, our extraordinary boy. He is an extremely loved brother, cousin, nephew and grandson. Oh YES, he is my baby boy whom I will advocate for ALWAYS to be treated as any other young man, for as long as I have life.
