Monthly Archives: January 2016

There is a challenge about to happen

Dyslexia is always a challenge about to happen. Even with the  handy tools and applications online.  Sometimes, when these are not fast enough to start to work things go haywire.

A practical example is this: Facebook has Pages and Groups that you may choose to allocate an individual name for. Choose the name and then you have an email and a “named ” name for that group. Once you push that create button though there is no changing what you are about to do. Instantly there is a name of the group and an associated email.

These actions, together with tagging, make things easier for people to find your group.

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ingrained level

“The moment that we believe that success is determined by an ingrained level of ability we will be brittle in the face of adversity” ~ Josh Waitzin

Did I know I was different? Maybe. Physically I was born with dislocating hips and club feet. My father was a policeman. Where we tended to live, this was considered  to be attached too. So much so that when young the owner of two stations set them onto my Jack Russel. Not a great memory to repress. Mentally the answer was until 2009 I actually thought that I was Sometimes with an ingrained level of curiosity to make mistakes may bring forward creativity!considered dumb. A dim-wit. My friends could write and do things that mattered to me. What I learned was to keep going and that when you got to the point you had succeeded that far. Next step was…

Although I do not consciously recall the majority of the negatives, I do recall a few teachers that are special to me – all male. Later in life when I needed to show someone how to do something it was done modeling on these people’s methods.

I knew that I had to do homework differently. Last minute cramming for a test was useless After nearly 50 years the words a mental block finally made sense. Short term was great. Middle forget about!. Once in the information stayed there. Even ofter a truck impact in 1991 the information would stay there. So much so that it was locked down and not allowed out. No memories at all. Which of course was frustration as things would be done intuitively with no recollection rational or reasoning behind them. So we went a two-hour drive to the library for books to research thing with.

Helping our older with early schooling and then the oldest boy with preschool class time through the home study was terrific.

Simple, as I had the basics of learning connections happening. Our oldest daughter was seven at the time and, unknowingly, was teaching me to read and maths. To guide someone through correspondence, something one needs to be able to read right? To read stories, one needs to know the words. How to use grammar. The lessons taught it  Practice it!

Just Checking Out Autism As A Gift from a different perspective.... that of an ingrained level of relearningThough with two high-functioning boys and a girl plus a baby.  Nearly always with no car and an extremely limited knowledge of the world.  We lived in the bush.  At least 2 of the world’s first seven deadly snakes lived in that area of bushland.

Until I learned what a snake was I was a danger to the children’s safety.

While I made the intuitive sounds, the pictures showed she would read out loud. Then the other children followed. Just after they went to bed, I was in bed exhausted. Out light a light. Mental overload just from the children being read a golden book.

Deep at some ingrained level people may be experiencing some empahty is to be able to walking someone else's bootsSchooling for myself was horrible. Spelling took all my time. They did not have the world for dyslexia then other that ” what is this trash” “you can do better” and I can remember something about a ‘Z’ grade. Had I fallen asleep during the lessons on spelling?

Computers became fun once I realised what the little green and red squiggly lines were. Plus the computer would remember the mistakes and after everything was written proofread was far quicker than the laborious job it was before. Nore did I have to write the 30 copies of the same page just to get the spelling right. Hence the ‘big’ printing. Or the scrawly tiny thin lettering. Harder to read the mistakes. Computers, well you hit the error, and there is the selection. Hopefully on the first time.

Although I now use willingly an application for this correcting situation as when things are written, the mistakes are still there. Now my fingers do the talking. They create the pictures that are used in the blog posts. And if I have made a spelling mistake in a quote the tool that is used has a method of just going back into the library and changing the spelling, finalising and downloading the original.

Susan Lewis from with an ingrained level of empathey
Susan Lewis

In answer to the “did I know I was different ” question. Yes. I became aware of that. Just not what to do to improve and become like anyone else and achieve at something like everyone else was doing So I know now I am different. Yes. And thankfully you will not have gone through the things that I have experienced. Life would be extremely boring if we were all the same.



We are in this together

After 56 years one would think that a person knows when not to recognise the sign and feel some of the frustrations of both the child and the parent sitting quietly in front of you. One hour was watching as at first the father sat there with two children, Looked up and thought Yes you are on the spectrum. Then looked at the children. Having been in the same place a few weeks ago, I was privileged to see these two preteenagers already accepted into the community. One could see that they knew there was a difference between them and most of the other children playing.

Empathy is to be able to walk in someone else's boots so we are in in this Autism Spectrum together. Knowing that someone else is thinking thank you as we are in this together.Now the mother came in. Sat down. Bent down and opened a material thing. Turns out there was a material road complete with velcro into place bridge. I gazed in wonder at that toy knowing that had my two boys [ especially the youngest had something like that things may have been easier. But no instead my son at the age of two wonders around and collected all the cushions. Each week was the same. Just different a timetable. Off he would quietly go around and remove every one of the thin cushions. Promptly built a castle wall around himself with me within. There were sixty-five of these cushions. That last odd one always annoyed him. Until he was shown by an older lady to sit on it himself. That solved that frustration. The older woman was in her sixties then also had tales to share. Like mine were developing into. And passing on the ‘we are all in this together’ eye contact, a nod, and a wink.

Next, the child placed the mat carefully to one side of the walkway. Sat there lining up the toy cars and a plane neatly: 1, 2 and then 1, 2 and again 1,2 until all twelve toys were in place. The arrangement changed throughout the hour. The mother was carefully dividing her attention between the games progression for telltale signs and what was happening at the front with the speaker.
Like a timed precision requirement out came the second mat as the fishers were required to walk up and down the walkway walking around with the collection bag.

As everyone else filed out, my own position changed. Facing the Lady the statement was made that “had I thought to have made these mats for a time like we had had my outings may have been slightly less anxiety-ridden.” As the conversations progressed, this tired mother started tp relax.

it only takes one smile to stop the tars. And a hug to chase away the fears. To know that we are in this together is a beautiful feeling at times.
Tears are from FEARS that boil over and spill down the cheeks. Smile and chase them away.

Not relax her guard, but with myself. As she realised the sincerity  and commonality of what someone experiencing bringing up a child through the Autism Spectrum the smiles started to appear more often,  They, the smiles, were beautiful to was as the flittered  out and lifted the room.

We were sharing a “we are in this together moment. Yes, the world needs all kinds of mums. Some of those moms choose to be available for the younger mums who are selflessly giving of themselves in to their community. Not even know that through the parents is where the Autism Spectrum Gene has come from. A case of looking into yourself will cause you to smile or have a major meltdown if you believe you are all by your own.

The lady in the isolated towns church when our son was little, well her son became one of the traveling ministers that visited the Church. Ours is a truck driver. Both these children had someone within the community recognize something akin to their own situation and quietly [ with parental permission] appointed themselves as a mentor.  That was where I relearned about empathy.  The ‘we are in this together’ attitude people sometimes are lucky enough to experience.

Susan Lewis thank you because we are in this together every time we may make contact
Susan Lewis


“how I failed to be an ideal mum.’


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