Post by jeannefiedler on Aug 12, 2013 6:35:38 GMT -5
Once there was a little girl who had a disability. It wasn't known which disability she had, but there was definitely something wrong. She knew it too, as she gazed through her dreamy eyes. She knew she was different. She was beautiful, a four year old with strawberry blond hair and blue eyes. She had trouble expressing what she meant to say.
One day, she got so excited and frustrated, she bit another kid. Everyone was quite upset. We took her into the quiet time area and did some role playing with her. She was crying and speaking jibberish for a while. We picked her up and asked her to tell us what she wanted. We had to help her. "Will you please stop doing that," we said. "Say this to us." "Will you please stop doing that." She finally said it, but we could see, she was scared and felt bad.
She liked to go off and play by herself. She didn't like to play with the group. She loved the sand play area and always wanted to play there. She loved to draw and did some fantastic art with crayons and construction paper.
She had trouble staying still, and someone always had to watch her to quiet her down. She didn't take part in the lessons, because she always wanted to go and play by herself.
Slowly, we got her to join some activities. We started a group art project, which she could participate in. Also, we helped her with her words, especially the rhyming ones.
Her mother was exhausted. She didn't know what to do. She just couldn't believe that her child was like that. We wanted to get her tested, but her mother took her someplace to test her, and they said she was "normal".
We got more and more art activities that were specifically suited to her, so she could create and focus at the same time. But there was still a problem with social and group lessons.
She was verbal, so we would talk to her. She was imaginative and expressed the make believe world she lived in. We wrote down the things she told us and read them back to her, trying to use better, bigger words to help her build her vocabulary. She became really good at creative self-expression.
Although we knew it would be hard for her in Kindergarten, we knew she would get help and felt she would be all right. She was getting early intervention and that, in itself, was the single most important thing that could have happened to her.
One day, she got so excited and frustrated, she bit another kid. Everyone was quite upset. We took her into the quiet time area and did some role playing with her. She was crying and speaking jibberish for a while. We picked her up and asked her to tell us what she wanted. We had to help her. "Will you please stop doing that," we said. "Say this to us." "Will you please stop doing that." She finally said it, but we could see, she was scared and felt bad.
She liked to go off and play by herself. She didn't like to play with the group. She loved the sand play area and always wanted to play there. She loved to draw and did some fantastic art with crayons and construction paper.
She had trouble staying still, and someone always had to watch her to quiet her down. She didn't take part in the lessons, because she always wanted to go and play by herself.
Slowly, we got her to join some activities. We started a group art project, which she could participate in. Also, we helped her with her words, especially the rhyming ones.
Her mother was exhausted. She didn't know what to do. She just couldn't believe that her child was like that. We wanted to get her tested, but her mother took her someplace to test her, and they said she was "normal".
We got more and more art activities that were specifically suited to her, so she could create and focus at the same time. But there was still a problem with social and group lessons.
She was verbal, so we would talk to her. She was imaginative and expressed the make believe world she lived in. We wrote down the things she told us and read them back to her, trying to use better, bigger words to help her build her vocabulary. She became really good at creative self-expression.
Although we knew it would be hard for her in Kindergarten, we knew she would get help and felt she would be all right. She was getting early intervention and that, in itself, was the single most important thing that could have happened to her.