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New York Transit Museum Designs Subway Sleuths Program for Kids With Autism

It’s not uncommon for kids with autism to have a special interest in trains and transportation. To foster this passion, the New York Transit Museum has created a program just for children on the autism spectrum.

The museum’s Subway Sleuths program is an after-school and summer camp program for students grades 2-5. As part of its programming, Subway Sleuths uses participants’ special interest areas to help develop peer-to-peer interactions and social skills. “Because trains are a popular special interest area of individuals with autism, the New York Transit Museum is the perfect setting for this type of developmental work,” Elyse Newman, education manager for the New York Transit Museum, told The Mighty. “A passion for transportation and trains is a requirement for the program, for that shared interest serves as the glue that brings the students together.”

Creating a program for children on the spectrum was an obvious choice for the New York Transit Museum. “Nearly seven years ago the Transit Museum recognized that children with autism and a special interest in trains were coming to the museum frequently,” Newman said. “While the Museum clearly was a place of excitement and comfort for these children, the Museum didn’t have programs to directly engage them in ways that met their learning needs. Given the lack of after school opportunities for children living with autism it seemed obvious that the Museum should develop a program to give participants a positive, fun and supportive environment when they need it most – during out-of-school time.”

According to Newman, each session starts with a visual schedule, allowing participants to manage expectations and group collaboration. After discussing the schedule, each child gets to participate in two activities. Activities focus on partner work and include designing a giant subway map, taking and reviewing pictures and games involve non-verbal communication like using hand signals and facial expressions to assemble toy train tracks.

The Subway Sleuths program is deliberately small, with each semester enrolling a total of 18 students per 10- to 12-week program. Those 18 students are then divided into three groups, each led by a special education teacher, Transit Museum educator and speech language pathologist. Each semester costs $350 to $450, depending on the length of the course. The program also offers scholarships for those who can’t afford the program.

You can learn more about New York Transit Museum’s Subway Sleuths program via its website.

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How I've Found Parenting on the Autism Spectrum to Be a Strength

I’m writing this from a place inside that is flooded with tears. The walls are buckling and soggy, the plaster’s turned to grey paste, the lawn looks like a marshland, and the sky is dim and cloudy with more tears in the forecast. This place has many names, some of them are: Shame, Grief, Not Good Enough, Fear of Loss, Torture and The Insufferable, Borrowed Time. There is also an immense amount of love bound up in this place.

In this dark place glows an almost completely hidden light. The light may be concealed by the fog of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), anxiety, depression, physical pain, and the neurological and social challenges of my autism, but there are golden, luminous threads that radiate from the light’s persistent beaming. They are strong threads. They cannot be severed, and they hold my broken heart together.

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Their function is one with their beauty, in that they can connect paradoxical states of mind while resilient to all climates and seasons of emotion. The connection between these magical threads and my heart is one created by miracle or an arrangement of cosmic law; in other words, its genesis is something sublime and beyond my fathoming.

This connection is what I call the bond of unconditional love. It pushes all of my boundaries, it has me acting against my own interests, it is an unpredictable force of nature — my wild card. I find I do the things I’m most terrified to do. With the realization of this innate power, though the voices of doubt and trauma poke, make jest and attempt to have me think otherwise, I know I cannot fail at this most challenging and epic journey known as parenthood. I must give parenthood all I’ve got. I do struggle to be out and about, dealing with adults and other parents who don’t seem to understand or respect me, adults who sometimes do not even understand and respect my children. I do struggle with my own cognitive differences and sensory sensitivities, which can affect my daily life in child rearing. It does add another layer of difficulty that may not exist for other parents. But that light I was just describing, it plummets deep into my fears of “How will I look?” or “How will I react?” or “Will my best be good enough?” or “Am I strong enough?” — and it connects me to deep-seated instincts that still exist even beneath all of my challenges. I find that, come what may, I rise to the call.

I’ve never fought for myself, but I’ve found strength to fight for my children. As a youngster and adult, I never held my ground or fought back against the bullies. Physically beaten and emotionally conquered, I could not utter one word for “help”; I could never advocate for myself. My speech impediment and selective mutism were not easily endured, and there wasn’t an intrinsic mechanism to reroute communication any other way than through my art and writing. Now, as a parent, I’m finding there’s a flame inside me that powers this person that I am, that acts on the feelings and instincts stirred whenever my children need me.

artwork by hilary krzywkowski For a while now, I’ve been rooted in deep reflection over the traumas that have added an extra layer of struggle to my life. From my traumatic initiation into parenthood with the complicated pregnancy and birth of my first child back in 2008, I was shocked by the extent to which my autism wouldn’t be tolerated by people in my life. And as I’ve learned in this past decade, through the unfair outside assessments of my marriage, sexuality, fertility and the rearing of my children, there can be little respect for the life and autonomy of the autistic adult. In my experience, to be a parent on the spectrum is to face some level of systematic discrimination and abuse. Only after I was able to raise my family up from the damaging relationships tainted by ableism and prejudice, only after I found the inner strength and financial resources to distance myself and my children from abusive family members and people in our lives, have I begun to really own my unique abilities as a parent — which are doubly remarkable, considering two of my three children are also autistic and often have need of my strength and insight.

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While in many respects I currently feel the emotional age of 16, there are many parts of me that are maturing rather quickly now that I have the freedom to explore my strengths, make peace with my weaknesses, and begin to understand my self and its place in this world as a worthy person and parent. Now, every layer of worldly experience — both inward and outward — is colored by parenthood. Even the art and writing processes that have previously only ever been about healing from the abuses and traumas that coincided with having a disability now begin to shift to managing the rapid-fire changes in the daily routine I’ve clung to in order to give structure to my thoughts and emotions. I am finding new ways to achieve the same end, and that isn’t necessarily a bad thing (though sometimes it can induce almost unreal amounts of stress).

Living alongside, loving, educating and caring for children who are also autistic helps me to understand my abilities and limitations differently. In close interaction with my children, I see that while I can struggle greatly from having my capacity for function limited by what are many times imposed outer factors (having to adapt to an outside environment and social structure created by the ideologies of ableist culture, for example), these are realities that have the potential for resolution given enough therapeutic, reaffirming experiences and healthy, non-abusive interpersonal relationships.

As a home-based educator (you might call me a “homeschooler”), I have a front-row seat to my children’s blossoming personalities and abilities. It amazes me how unlike my childhood their childhood is! With an education that doesn’t involve shaming or competition, I’ve observed how their autism becomes more of a series of abilities, sensitivities and considerations (with boundaries that must be shown respect) rather than a disabling condition. As another parent with autism reassuringly put it across to me:

“One of the best things going for our children is being raised in a home where they are not the minority and are actually “the norm!” And where mom knows how to really listen with her eyes to understand what isn’t said directly with words. You are doing a good job, Hillary! And we do carry baggage that can make us feel more isolated… but it is that same baggage that makes us uniquely qualified to be just the kind of parents our children need. We might not show them exactly neurotypical behavior, but they will grow up loving themselves. And that is far more important!”

Oh, how I needed to hear that! The only empowering words I have ever heard about parenting that seemed to fit me like a glove come from another parent with autism!

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In deep reflection over my life — my struggles with my autism in society at large and in relationships, my traumas, and my choices — I realize I’ve quite a legacy to bequeath to my children. Bundled within that gift is the wisdom inherent in autism: life lessons in love, respect, relationships and how to honor boundaries. My legacy is in my genes, my attitude, and the dreams and promises I have yet to fulfill. This legacy is a shared life’s journey with remnants of ancestral wisdom lining the survival packs that we know we’ll have to pass on one day. I feel blessed to be so connected to my children, and to know we share something unique and beautiful for all the struggle we have to surmount on its account. In my darkest hour, I never considered my autism will be part of my legacy. Now that I’m inching towards mid-life, looking the ever-questioned realities of my own mortality and life purpose in the eyes, I see that it is. And I would never change that, even if I could.

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All images are original artwork by Hilary Krzywkowski.

A version of this post originally appeared on Healing Hilary’s Heart.

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When My Hyperlexia Makes Words Unavailable to Me

In my experience, people tend to think conditions like ADHD, dyslexia and hyperlexia only affect children. People often still think autism only affects children, but then what happens to these kids when they grow up?

We learn to cope with, compensate for and manage our differences, but they are still there.

I’ve always been hyperlexic. My verbal comprehension has improved greatly since I was a child, though I still have auditory processing difficulties. Even though things are much better — I’ll always be hyperlexic.

According to the Center for Speech and Language Disorders:

”Hyperlexia is a syndrome that is characterized by a child’s precocious ability to read (far above what would be expected at their age), significant difficulty in understanding and using verbal language (or a profound nonverbal learning disability) and significant problems during social interactions.”

It’s a good thing I love reading.

It is beyond frustrating to have so much to say and not be able to express things in face-to-face conversations. When I try to talk, it’s as if I know the information, but my brain is holding back the words.

My arguments are often ineffective and unpersuasive, and the words can come out making me sound uneducated and shy. I cannot beg or force the words. Nothing helps when the words are unavailable to me.

I am not the person people see in these moments — I am the voice behind my keyboard.

The thoughts and information are still inside, even when I cannot express them as you stand in front of me.

I am so grateful for my keyboard. I am so happy I learned to type and write in school. This has turned my hyperlexia into something I’m thankful for.

I am so grateful to have found my words.

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How Working in Retail Has Helped Me as a Person on the Autism Spectrum

Working in retail for some can be hectic, stressful and overall an unpleasant experience. Having autism and being in that busy, hectic environment can take a toll on some. But for me, despite the challenges, it has helped do the things I never thought I could do.

I work at a big-name pharmacy I usually do the checkout. I help customers make sure they have everything OK, and I work the register. Now, when I mention the register, that’s a big accomplishment because doctors and teachers thought that was a skill I could never do. But look at me, I’m doing it. Do I make mistakes? Yes, but instead of being hard on myself, I pick myself up and keep going at it.

One thing working at the pharmacy has done is helped me stay strong and not give up. One time I had a nasty customer who threatened to have me fired all because she wasn’t getting what she wanted. Now normally when people yell at me, I get red in the face, the tears start building up and I end up crying. But I wasn’t going to let that happen, and in that situation, I didn’t. I continued to have a good day.

Working in retail has really helped me remain happy but also be strong and not let negativity bring me down. I have a great group of managers who have taken the time to understand me as an employee with autism. Some I see more then others, and the two I see the most have really made a difference. One of my managers is so great. She reminds me every day that I should be proud to be me, and she really reminds me that working hard and having a positive attitude is the way to go. She also always tells me if you run into negativity, don’t put up with it. Instead, get rid of it because life is too short. She is just something special, and she brightens my days. She’s like my everyday hero, and she has helped me become a hardworking person. The next manager and I are total opposites. Sometimes I have trouble being around someone who is dry-humored because I don’t always understand it, but I do work on it, especially when I work with him. He is another who really wants me to be the best at my job, and he never wants me to be stressed out or unhappy. At first when I did start to work with him, I didn’t think he understood me as a person. One day, I asked him if he ever worked with someone who has autism. He told me yes, then he said he did understand me, he just treats me like everyone else. That really meant a lot to me. I realized that maybe having someone opposite of you in your life is a good thing. He’s become my everyday hero, too. Both my managers have taught me so much. I feel honored to work with two such strong individuals who do a great job.

Working retail has brought me so much happiness. By overcoming challenges, I have more confidence. Whether it’s working with different people or dealing with customers, at the end of the day I know I always put 100 percent in. This can be an example for others who have autism to try something outside your comfort zone. Working at the pharmacy has really helped me overcome challenges. I feel great being a retail worker with autism because I’m setting the example that I can do anything I put my mind to. Autism doesn’t define us; it’s a piece of us. We can achieve anything.

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