Jenny McCarthy

I went to grammar school with Jenny McCarthy. Well, actually, I was a couple grades ahead of her, but I saw her and knew of her and her family. Anyhow, I say this not to brag, because honestly…who cares? We weren’t friends. Though I’ll admit there was quite a buzz in my community of friends when she appeared in Playboy. Everyone wanted to brag about knowing her then. Though, I was on the other end where I disapproved of the whole Catholic-schoolgirl nudity thing and just ignored it.

So, why am I mentioning this? Because despite my 1 degree of separation to the star, I certainly never thought we would have any connection whatsoever. I mean, her in Hollywood, me in my little Chicago-suburb home with my big family. There were times I would see her on t.v. and think of the fact that we had similar roots starting off, and how we lived in two totally different worlds. I often thought if I met her again, there would be absolutely nothing we had in common, nothing we could talk about (save some slight reminiscing about our old neighborhood). Then, of course, Jenny came to the forefront of the autism scene.

I have to admit, it has been a sad and exhilirating ride watching this woman grab the bull by the horns and bring autism into the public spotlight. I know that she is but one of many, and there are numerous people who have championed this cause. But the bottom line is that through her notoriety and fame, Jenny has brought the cause to a lot of people who would have ignored it otherwise. Whether you agree with her or not, you have to admire her.

I have to admit, seeing her picture with Evan on People recently, I was happy for her. Happy she had found her cure. I say “her cure” because I know that gluten and cassien-free is a miracle for some kids, but not all. For us, it didn’t work, and it was a hard reality to face when you hear such success stories and have such hope. But there are so many paths to autism, and many more paths to a treatment and (possible) cures. Living with a husband who has Asperger’s, I feel my kids are genetically predisposed, so our journey is a little different, and our path to a treatment not the same. Still, that doesn’t mean I can’t feel the joy for those who do find the answer they need.

I guess I am just writing an open letter to say, “good for you, Jenny.” While we walk in far different circles, I can say I’m glad to have known you, and I’m really happy for you that you found the key to getting your son back.

 

Sick or Not Sick, That is the Question…

Having a non-verbal child is a challenge under most circumstances. I happen to also be “blessed” with a child who refuses to use PECs or sign-language, because he *knows* that the way to communicate is to speak–and wants to do that, even though he can’t speak much due to his disability. As you can imagine, that makes fulfilling his needs even harder. Not to mention making it harder to educate him. For years we struggled with the schools, as they insisted it was our fault he wouldn’t use PECs, even though we tried and would have welcomed an easier way to communicate.

We are very fortunate that over the past few years, Raif has managed to pick up enough words to communicate some of his wants. We have also gotten very good at tailoring “yes or no” questions so he can give us an idea of his desire when he can’t outright tell us. Multiple choice questions also encourage him to “use words” to clarify his preferences. One of the funniest things is his use of canned-phrases to let us know signify his wants. I can’t help but laugh when I ask him if he wants soup, and he’ll answer with “Mmm, mmm, good.” Reminds me a lot of the character from Batteries Not Included. Remember that movie?

Despite advances on the communication front, one thing that has not changed much over the years is Raif’s inability to tell us if he is sick. It’s easy if he is running a fever, or has such severe pain that it’s obvious he’s ill. However, a lot of the time when Raif is sick, we don’t realize it, and more importantly, he doesn’t realize it. I think we have all been there, where we feel off and just can’t really point to what is ailing us. Perhaps a tickle in our throat, or a dull ache. Those are the illnesses that perplex my son, and which cause us a lot of trouble.

After a long period of doing very well in school, Raif became violent the other day. No one could really understand why. After a look-over by the nurse, they noticed his throat was a little red. Pain can make Raif feel off and get aggressive. He wasn’t running a fever or anything, but we decided to take him to the doctor. Turns out he had an infection and was put on antibiotics.

Even with a severe child, I think we still take it for granted that if your child is sick, he/she will let you know. Even for Raif, if he is in a lot of pain, will come and take our hand, placing it on his ear or other place it hurts. General illnesses, and even things that are overtly painful like a sore throat, are abstract and perplexing to our son. There are times we’ve suspected he’s suffered weeks without us knowing, until the illness (or his aggression) go so pronounced it was obvious something was wrong.

When we told Raif that he was going to the doctor, he was happy, and then proceeded to coughing hard and moan. He continued this over-exaggeration the whole day and through his visit at the doctors, even though everyone kept reassuring him he didn’t have to act sick for the doctor to see him. It wasn’t until after the fact that I realized in Raif’s head, *that* is what he equates illness with. Even if he feels bad, if he does not see those physical symptoms in himself, he may not realize he is truly sick–despite the fact he feels bad enough that it comes out in the form of marked aggressiveness.

Thankfully, the doctor and nurses were really good about the whole situation. We got Raif into see the doctor quickly, piggybacking on an existing appointment we had for two of our daughters to get a check-ups. Again, in Raif’s mind, he saw his siblings getting shots and immediately felt he needed a shot. In fact he got so worked up about it, he pinched himself in the arm when he didn’t get one. He was consoled when the nurse gave him a band-aid that matched his sisters’.

I hope one day Raif will be able to tell when he is sick, and let us know, even if it is him simply saying “sick.” Until then, it just adds another role of “medical detective” to our resume as we have to look out on our own for the signs when he is not feeling well. Which is not as easy as it sounds, because our son is smart enough to know how to FAKE being sick, even if he isn’t so astute to always know when he is truly ill.

 

Another introduction

Hello!  I am so pleased to be introducing myself to you here at the Lots of Kids-Special Needs blog!  My name is Missy (MomZookeeper) and I live in central Kansas.  My dh is Brandon, and we have a house full!  We have 7 legally adopted children, all adopted from foster care.  We also have 1 informally adopted older daughter and 2 former foster sons who are still “ours at heart.”  All that brings us to a grand total of 10 so far (5 living at home still)!  AND we are already working on grandchildren!!!  We love our life, we are firm believers that God has created this family and continues to do surprising things here.

While dh and I are only in our early 30s, we have been doing what we do for over ten years now.  Currently, we homeschool 4 of the 5 children who are left at home.  Most likely, we will homeschool all 5 of them within the next year (we are leaving one of them in public school as we complete her adoption process).  Homeschooling 4 children with VERY different levels of ability and attention span can be quite interesting!

We have 3 children who are classified with “mental retardation” based on their IQ and school testing (which I despise) and have spent a significant amount of their time in special education at public schools. We also have 7 of the 8 kids who have significant attention problems, either diagnosed ADHD, ADD, or strong symptoms that would lead to a diagnosis.  We have worked with children who have learning disabilities, dyslexia, attachment issues, attention problems, and even more severe psychological and emotional disturbances.  We are also now dealing with transitioning some of our children with special needs into adulthood.  All of this, at my age, is a bit overwhelming, but I have learned a few things over the years.  I also find that it is so much easier to walk through difficulties and life in general when we have others with similar experiences to share it with.

Most of all, we rely very firmly upon our faith to carry us through.  My writing will probably always be tinged with the importance of my faith while I parent all of these children.  Were it not for my faith in a God who created all of these children and has brought them all into this family, I could NOT get up each day and do what I do.

So, I’m excited about sharing with everyone the “ups and downs” and “ins and outs” of life with all of these children!  I’m a bit eclectic in my approach to writing, writing whatever “the Spirit” leads!    I do enjoy hearing from readers, so please leave comments!

I will leave you with a list of my beautiful family members, and close for now!

• Brandon (35) my dear husband
• Missy (33) ME
• Crystal (22) our informally adopted daughter, engaged to Shane, mommy to Cayson (3mths) and #2 on the way in May 2009
• SueAnn (20) legally adopted in 2007 at 18, engaged to Gary, soon-to-be stepmommy to Tiana (2yrs) and Danny (1yr), and expecting baby #1 in May 2009 also!
• Dean (18) adopted in 2001 at 10, currently in a juvenile correctional facility for trouble, LONG story of about 5 years of ups and downs with him, ADD, ODD, PTSD, CD, RAD, Bipolar, you name it?
• Thomas (17) adopted with sister, SueAnn, in 2007 at 15, homeschooled, developmental disabilities, learning delays, ADHD, nervous tics (mostly resolved), and a very HAPPY, friendly, loving kid!
• Corly (16) adopted with brother, Dean, in 2001 at 8, homeschooled, ADD, learning delays, and some emotional/psychological issues, a very hard-working, responsible young lady, learning to DRIVE and hold down a job and keep life all-together (not an easy task with severe ADD!).
• Kevan (13) adopted in 1998 at 3yrs old, homeschooled, severe ADHD, developmental disabilities, learning delays, biological sibling with Thomas and SueAnn, attachment issues even after 10 years, but overall, a sweet boy, loving and sensitive, who just gets into a LOT of mischief!
• Skylar (7) adopted in 2002 at 9mths old, homeschooled, attention problems (not diagnosed), a very smart and loving child whom we have had the joy of calling our baby for almost 7 years now!
• Cary (6) recently adopted (will be final in 2009), public school 1st grader, blond-haired, blue-eyed cutie, she’s funny and lovable, yet a little scared and shy and still adjusting to being a member of such a large family!
• Our two former foster sons, Cameron (3) and Issac (18 mths), now live back at home with their mommy and are doing well!  They both have some developmental delays, mostly fine motor skills, language and some gross motor skills.  They are thriving with the stability of being back home with mommy, though!  We’re blessed to have been a part of their lives.

Have a blessed Friday!

-MomZookeeper (aka Missy)

 

I am new here…

Just an introduction from this newbie…I am Danielle.  I am 33 yo and live in Texas.  I have 5 children and am currently expecting #6 in January.  Dh is Isaac and the kidlets are …Marisa, 13; Jordan 10; Christian 9 – HFA; Adrian 7 – PDD-NOS; and Dominic Francis.

Our story starts in 2001.  We had our fourth child in January.  We thought things were smooth sailing.  We had 4 beautiful children and I often thanked God that my children had no medical issues.  Well, that was about to change.

Adrian was born at home and since he was healthy, I did not rush to take him to see the doctor.  I noticed there was something odd about the shape of his head and did not like the way hats looked on him.  I thought he was just odd.  I took him to the doctor at 8 weeks and the doctor noticed his head shape right away.  Otherwise healthy, the doc sent Adrian for xrays of his head and called me later to tell me Adrian was born with dolicocephaly.  I went online like we all do when some weird name is associated with our children.  I found a wonderful website, but it sure scared me.  I saw surgery mentioned over and over.  I found that dolicocephaly was also, but more commonly, referred to as sagittal craniosynostosis.  It meant that he had no soft spots where they are supposed to be.  His head grew oblong like a footbal because it could not grow round.  So, basically the bones in his head had fused prematurely.

Well, the doc gave us the info and sent us to a neurosurgeon in the area.  In the meantime, I joined that website and ended up with a support buddy who had been through the surgery with her son.  We met with the doc and he spke about a surgery to remove the fused bone and put him back together.  There would be no reconstructive surgery to fix the shape of his head.  We set a surgery date in May of 2001. 

While we waited, I met irl this woman and her son who were my support.  She spoke of a great team of doctors who had done her sons surgery.  I was so impressed I got the phone number and called the office.  I asked them if they took our insurance and they did.  I was going on the notion that if God meant this to be it would work out. 

I poured out my story to the lady who answered the phone.  I told her we were within a few very short weeks of surgery, but I wanted Dr. G to see him for a second opinion.  She did the unthinkable…she set us up for an appmnt within a few days.  Let me say that when you see specialists, generally, you wait months (or atleast weeks) to get in to see them.  It had taken us over 4 weeks to see the other doctor.

We met with this new doc and I had pages of questions written out on my legal pad.  Basically, the surgery he performed was in cooperation with a neurosurgeon.  He was a craniofacial specialist (read: reconstructive surgery).  The neurosurgeon would remove the fused bone and then Dr. G would come in and take out the back 2/3 of Adrian’s skull and break it apart.  He would then put it back together in a round shape with absorbable plates and screws.

I talked openly with this doctor about our appmnt in about 7-10 days and because of dh getting laid off and his severance package covering us financially for a bit.  We needed to get the surgery taken care of so I could stay in the hospital with the baby and he could take care of our other children.  Most docs would wash their hands of it and talk about scheduling difficulties.  Well, this doc went to his surgery scheduling coordinator and came back in a few minutes and told us that he could probably do the surgery the day before the scheduled surgery with the other doc.  Because of having to schedule 2 docs for the surgery, before we left we found we would have to wait a few days after to have his surgery.  It all worked out!!!  I was so relieved.

Well, I know this story has gotten long and I hope that I don’t lose readers, but there is soooooo much more.  One of the questions I had for this doctor was about the possibility of a second surgery for our son.  He said that most children do not require a second surgery.  He even gave me the percentage of his practice and it was low. 

Adrian had surgical followups within the next few months and it was determined that he WOULD need a second surgery.  Six months almost to the day, Adrian had his second surgery.  It was the week of Thanksgiving and we spent Thanksgiving in the hospital.  Dh had found another job and we were blessed for dh to have been able to work part time that week for the holidays and family helped out with the other children.  We had trays of turkey dinner in the hospital. We were so thrilled that everything had worked out.  We were told that NO ONE needs a third surgery.  We were quite happy with that.

Before Adrian had his second surgery, I had a few very nice ladies point out to me (online) that my third child Christian was maybe needing some diagnostics.  I guess I told a few stories about him that threw some red flags to some mothers of autistic children.  I called to have Christian eval’ed by a neurologist.  Well, that appmnt happened about 4weeks after Adrians second surgery.  Adrian was still swollen in his head from the surgery that day. 

I took all four children by myself to have Christian eval’ed.  Christian was already receiving services from ECI.  He was not 2.5 yet.  Before we left the docs office that day, he was dx’ed with pdd-nos.  That got me going.  I called a few places and made him some appmnts with some developmental peds.  He was never given the autism dx.  It seemed t me that most peds were afraid of hurting us and were very happy to leave his official dx with pdd-nos. 

I was unsure of having him evaled by the sd.  We were hmeschooling at the time and I was sure he would be fine at home.  By the time the summer ended, I had changed my mind.  I contacted the sd and set up evals.  When we met with the psychologist, I was aware that I might need to convince her that I knew he was autistic and I could handle the dx.  I took the diagnostic criteria with me and pointed each one out to her and how I was sure that he had enough t dx him with autism.  We left the school that day with a dx of High Functioning Autism.  

I think that may be enough of an intro for today.  There is so much more.  There is the fight we had with the sd and that we went through mediation with them.  There is also our son Adrian being dx’ed with pdd-nos the next year.  That will certainly come later.  I am glad to be here and I hope that I can post enough.

 

Technical Difficulties

You think with running as many blogs as I do, I would be good at this. But alas WordPress is giving me fits. We have moved our Mega-Moms blog from LiveJournal to WordPress and are having a dickens of a time getting new group members added. That is spilling over into this blog, as I struggle to get my accounts all working right and together. So, we haven’t forgotten this blog, just trying to get things to work right. Though, you’d think as a mom to special needs kids, I’d be used to thing not working the way they are supposed to. Sheesh! Anyhow, we’ll be up and running again soon, so check back.

 

Manic Summer

It’s been a while since there has been an entry here, and most of that has to do with Summer. Just a hectic time with the kids around. Plus, it seems that we had a million little projects to do around the house and web. We took a planned hiatus in July, and an unplanned hiatus in August. However, we’re back now. We hope to be posting here more often. We’re also looking for some new bloggers to join our team. If you are the mom of a special needs child who also happens to have a large family (4 or more children, natural/adopted/blended) and are interested in blogging with us, drop me a line at lotsofkids123[at]aol.com. I’d love to hear from you.

I’ll be back this weekend with a post about my son’s summer and his bumpy start to the new school year.

 

What would YOU like to see?

I recently participated in a “member spotlight” thingy at my site, Lotsofkids.com.  You know, where people ask you questions about your life and stuff.  One question asked was not really expected, but it ended really making me think.  See, for the mostpart, my husband and I have been very fortunate with our job situations.  We both held jobs with companies that were accomodating to our needs parenting a SN child.  My husband is out of work now, but it is something that he keeps in mind when looking at prospective employers.  Will a new job allow him some flexibility in order to deal with the needs of our son, such as time off for IEPs and such.  Anyhow, my community members are somewhat familiar our situation, and during the spotlight I was asked the below question.  My answer follows.  I’d love to hear some of your opinions in the comment section as to things you’d like to see.

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What would you like corporations to offer their employees when they have special needs? I know you’ve been blessed in this area, are there more things you would like to see?

I think the biggest and best thing in the past, and something I wish more corporations would embrace, is flex time for employees. Meaning an employee works their set hours (say 9-5) the majority of the time, but if there is a meeting, doctor appointment, or emergency, the employee can take the time off as long as they make it up. With my job, if I need to go to a meeting, I can come in late and simply make the time up working that night or coming in early the next day.

Not all jobs/industries can offer this, but another plus would be the ability to have work-at-home days. On those crazy days where you have a mid-afternoon meeting with a therapist, and you can’t really do a half-day either in the morning or afternoon, it would be nice to telecommute that day.

Another thing, and this is something I think corporations should really start considering, is sensitivity training. The number of people with special needs children in America (the World actually) is growing. In Jim’s last job, he was often told not to tell his co-workers that he was able to leave early and make up his time. They feared that other employees would demand the same. However, it was not the same situation. Jim was not leaving just because he wanted to, he had appointments and other important matters. Sometimes making up the time would mean he would have to be there until 9:00, far after the others went home. It would have been far better if the other members of his team knew the situation. It would have been nice if employees understood and were supportive of what was going on and didn’t whisper that he was getting preferential treatment. It’s hard enough dealing with a special needs child without having to worry about co-workers questioning him and him having to do a tap dance. The bottom line is that it would be nice if employers were sensitive to the situation and did not hold it against employees. Nobody chooses to be in the position of having a special needs child, and it’s hard when you have to deal with grief from an employer because of it.

 

Trying to really sympathize with someone whose shoes I have been in before…

Recently, we have added two new members to our house.  The interesting part of this is that I have had a chance to really observe P.  At a previous visit, I thought that P was having some issues.  Now, I am certain that this is true.

As I watch P, I notice some eerie similarities to Taylar.  So much of what he does is just like she was at that age.  The constant repetition, the unusual quirks, etc.  In addition, I am noticing major sensory issues and complete meltdowns on a regular basis that are much larger than the “average” child his age.  I hate to say autism, but I am afraid that it is true.

This whole experience has effected me in a profound way.  It has brought me back to my time with Taylar and her intial diagnosis stage.  Was it a shock?  No.  Did I have a suspicion that SOMETHING was going on?  Absolutely.  Did any of that make the OFFICIAL diagnosis any easier?  Heck no!  My heart just goes out to A.  P is her only child and to be facing a possible diagnosis must be KILLING her.  I try to be sympathetic and helpful, but I have come to realize that she will just need to accept things in HER time.  It will not happen any sooner with encouragement or comments from others.  It is a face to face reality that she must face when SHE is ready.

Till then, I will be there to listen and lend an ear or shoulder.  That is all I can do…

 

Integration

I was on the forums at Lotsofkids, and someone posted a link to this article:

SN Child Voted Out of Classroom.

The first reaction of most people is to be appalled. And I have to admit, this is a very upsetting situation and I do not feel it was handled well at all. The teacher does deserve some sort of disciplinary action. However, I don’t believe this was criminal and I don’t believe she deserves to lose her job. This situation is simply casting light on another issue, and one that I feel we are going to be seeing a lot more about–good and bad. It is about a growing trend in education which is turning out to be a double-edge sword.

In an effort to be “inclusive” more and more special needs children are being put into mainstream classrooms. These children, who would have been put in a special program in the past, are being placed into regular rooms with 20+ students. Problem is, teachers are NOT being given training to deal with special needs children. They are simply being told to deal with it. Granted, most schools do have a special-ed team member they can confer with, but in the trenches, day-to-day, the teachers are on their own.

This just boggles my mind. Even trained professionals and parents can have hard time with these kids, and they have experience. Seasoned teachers are struggling with this. What about a new teacher, fresh out of school, just getting her feet wet in teaching? Put a difficult SN child in his/her classroom and it’s a recipe for disaster.

Integration is not new, but it’s the hot trend right now, and more and more districts are jumping on the bandwagon. While I can understand the benefits, there is a rush to push *everyone* into a regular classroom. This is just not a good thing. I fought with my school district about it for years. They wanted my son in a general classroom. This is a child who is, for the mostpart, non-verbal. He requires a 1-on-1 aide, plus he has to have special intervention throughout the week. He has to have behavior therapy because of his aggression issues, which are sometimes directed towards students and staff. He can disrupt his class of 10. I can’t imagine him in a room of 20 or 30! And yet, I still hear in meetings, “don’t you look forward to the day he can enter a regular classroom?” Um, no. Granted, in my dreams I would love to believe he would be able to get to that point. But I am realistic. I truly don’t see that happening. I think some of these schools need to realize that too.

My sister is a 2nd grade teacher and she is dealing with this situation now. She gets 1 to 2 kids a year who are SN and it causes a lot of problems. The other students do not understand that the child’s behavior is not his/her fault. Because of privacy issues and such, my sister cannot really tell her students what is going on. She just has to say the SN child is “different” or having a “hard time.” That doesn’t really help the kids understand, and just makes things harder for her as a teacher. My sister constantly complains she does not have the knowledge of the strategies to deal with some of the behavioral and learning issues these kids have. At least in her case, she can come to talk to me about these things, so she has someone who can give her some perspective. Many teachers don’t have that at all.

Getting back to the news story, I truly think it’s terrible that this child had to go through that. I also think it’s terrible that the teacher set such an example of intolerance for those other children. But, knowing how hard these kids can be to deal with, is she truly to blame? I actually had Raif’s kindergarten teacher call me on the phone and scream at me, telling me she thought Raif was pretending to be “retarded.” She insisted because he was intelligent, he must be normal, and any acting out was deliberate. Any parent of a SN child realizes this thinking is so misinformed and wrong. However, it should be noted this was a woman that had a 3-month crash course in special education before being thrown into a classroom with a dozen kids with varying degrees of special needs. She knew little to nothing about working with these types of children. Granted, at the time I was infuriated at the woman’s insensitivity, but I realized that the school system had a good deal of blame too.

I can truly understand the idea of integrating children. “Blended” classrooms are important. There is proven facts that when SN kids are exposed to regular children, they make advancements therapy just can’t accomplish. They see what is appropriate behavior. They learn by the example of their peers. It is good for NT children too, because they learn to how to relate to those that are different than them. The difference is, in what is considered a “blended” classroom (at least in my state) means that the teacher has training, and there is usually one aide in the room for support. So many of these teachers in general classrooms who are receiving these moderately SN kids are just not equipped to handle it. Not to mention, that there is a difference between putting a high to mid functioning child into a classroom, as opposed to a child who has more significant issues.

There is no easy answer to this. My only hope is that eventually schools will come to a middle ground. Yes, integration is good and important, but not every child will benefit from it. And despite my desire to have my child included, I have to respect that the NT children’s needs need to be considered too. I hope, in the end, someone will come up with an answer. Until then, I fear the situation mentioned in the story is going to just be one of many.

 

You want what?

Autism…haircuts.  Those are two words you don’t say together.  Autistic children, particularly the moderate to severe ones, have a hard time sitting still for a long period.  That makes traditional haircuts near impossible.  Most families resort to the dreaded clippers.  You know, this kind:

Thing is, loud buzzing noises usually make an autistic child crazy. So haircutting sessions often turn into this:

There was no greater joy when we came to the day that Raif realized that his hatred of the clippers was greater than his hatred of sitting still for a half an hour, and thus my life was eased. Now, I’m lucky. Most beautyshops will not take a SN kid like Raif, so I would still have to resort to the clippers, but since I have become adept with barber sheers, I was able to cut his hair at home. While it had its moments, particulary when I accidentally snipped his ear when he moved, it was so much better. For about 2 years, Raif was content with that. Until he saw a picture of himself with a buzz, and realized he liked that look.

It’s amazing to me that at age 11, Raif is now starting to care about how he looks. One day I came home to find him in a long sleeve pullover shirt, with a t-shirt over it. A very trendy look, indeed. One I never dressed him in. Apparently one he had come to like it while seeing characters dressed like that on television (Disney channel does dress its stars in the latest fashions). On this occasion, Raif decided he wanted a buzzcut. He was ready to subject himself to the clippers again.

Well, all in all, it wasn’t *too* bad. The first 10 minutes went well. The last 15 were terrible. But there was something to be said. As much as Raif fought, he would run away to cool down, and then he would willingly come back. He realized that as much as he hated that buzzing cutty thing, it was something he wanted and had to put up with.

The results:

This was actually the previous cut Raif got. He’s had another with the sheers since then. I have to admit, I kinda wish he’d go back to the scissors, but I know he is happy, and that is what counts. The life of the parent of an autistic child, where haircutting is a contact sport. Gotta love it.