Therapy for Children with DisabilitiesPosted: June 22, 2015 Filed under: disability, Down syndrome, Early Intervention, parenting | Tags: disability, Down syndrome, early intervention, Parenting, Trisomy 21 12 Comments
Imagine that someone—let’s call her F. Poe Tenshal—tells you that your baby needs to run faster when he grows up. Ms. Tenshal says that in the world, people need to run at a certain speed in order to do things. Important things. Ms. Tenshal enrolls you and your baby in a program. This program, she says, will allow your baby to reach his fullest, fastest potential. His true self. His best self.
Little do you know, there are two versions of this program.
In version A, you both arrive in some sweet new kicks, you’ve had a power breakfast, a good night of sleep, you are feeling good. The program staff start learning all about your baby, find out what he likes, doesn’t like, his goals, quirks and fears. They start helping him with his running form, it turns out that if he just lifted up his knees a little higher, his stride would get a little longer, and his time would improve. Then your baby gets a little older and it turns out what he really loves is jumping. So they spend a lot of time playing jumping games. And sure, your kid might get tired and discouraged sometimes, but the program is there with support, building him up with praise.
Version B starts off much the same. New kicks, breakfast, rested, ready to roll. But then you get out onto the tracks, and this dude—let’s call him Sergeant Payne—gets all up in your kid’s biz, telling your kid that if he doesn’t get those knees up the future is toast. He’s all in your kid’s face the whole time. Get those knees up! We are gonna get you running just like the other kids. Jump? No, people out there need to run, jumping is just for people who can’t run. Knees up! Despite his frequent claim to care about your son’s future, Sgt. Payne never seems to prioritize anyone’s enjoyment the program, rather choosing to focus on getting the exercises done no matter what. Sometimes your kid sees the Sergeant approaching and bursts out into tears. But you keep going, because well, you don’t want your kid to be a slow runner. All you ever think about lately is how slow he will run, and you wish you could fix it.
This, my friends, is how I’m starting to see therapy for kids with disabilities. There is therapy that builds us up, and therapy that tears us down. I think there are probably a lot of versions out there that do both at the same time. And through it all, I have kept wondering, does all this therapy actually do anything? Does it really change the course of my kid’s development?
Therapy works, except it doesn’t. But it does. Wut?
At this point, I’ve become online friends with hundreds of parents who have children with Down syndrome. I have yet to see any correlation between how much therapy a kid is doing and what that kid’s development looks like. In the United States, children are generally offered quite a bit of therapy. It isn’t uncommon for a kid with Down syndrome to get occupational therapy (OT), physical therapy (PT), speech therapy (ST), and other “extras” like swim or horse riding lessons (aqua and hippotherapy, respectively). In California, you also get something called an Infant Development Specialist (IDS) to come to your house, ostensibly for a broad overview kind of look at your baby’s development. Standard frequency is once a week, so even without the “extra” activities, that turns out to be quite a bit of therapy. In some other countries, kids are getting therapy once a month, if that. I’m not a computer and have no solid statistics, but if therapy really “worked”, one would think that there would be some general patterns. Yet I see nothing.
The thing is, a lot of therapy for kids with developmental delays is just really thoughtful play. I admit that there are a handful of times I have heard friends talk about therapy and thought, ok, that would be hard to replicate at home, but I’m talking something like 99% of therapy being quite ordinary. Stacking blocks, matching shapes, and eating Cheerios. Sure, maybe some foam blocks for weak hands, talking shape sorters for a little extra hint, or cheerios with ranch sauce because that’s the only flavor a certain small someone will accept. But still, it is mostly just regular kid stuff. By and large, the suggestions and ideas our therapists’ years of experience and my intuitive mama observations were not all that different. Sure, there were times that the therapist suggested specific ideas that were helpful, but did they somehow make or break his developmental progress? Doubtful.
As a general matter, I wonder if therapy (including therapy-like tools such as Gemiini, Talk Tools, or neurodevelopmental approaches) works mostly through a secondary effect phenomenon. Participation means a lot of time spent thinking about child development. Take even twice a week therapy, for example. (Which, for the record, could be considered fairly average or low on the scale in the United States.) Just having that therapy twice a week will cause a parent to repeatedly think about the therapy, plan on, recount (to a partner), and question the concepts introduced. That is a lot of mental energy geared towards developmental progress of a child. It would be easy to guess that so much energy would translate into a benefit for the kid, not because of the therapy itself, but simply because of the extra attention that happens in addition to the actual therapy.
Put it another way. There are 168 hours in a week. The average 1-3 year old sleeps 12-14 hours a day. So let’s say your kid clocks in at 12 hour mark. That is 84 hours a week spent awake. At the higher end, say you’re doing therapy five days a week, an hour each time. Five 1 hour sessions of therapy only totals 5.9% of that kid’s waking hours. A kid who only gets therapy once a week is spending only 1.2% of his awake time in therapy. Then say, you go full hog and have your kid in therapy for ten sessions a week, which is 2 sessions every weekday. Two therapy sessions a day is A LOT. That is still only 11.9% of their time. And trust me, if you’re doing ten sessions of therapy a week, you are busy.
Unless you’re talking about ABA therapy (and that is a whole ‘nother ball of wax, whooee), I just am not seeing how MORE THERAPY = FASTER DEVELOPMENT. Because let’s face it, for kids with Down syndrome without an additional diagnosis, therapy is mostly to address low tone and speech issues. What could happen during that handful of hours a week that is going to make your kid walk? Or talk? More likely, it is the other 79 hours a week that a kid spends cruising around furniture to get his mom’s smartphone that has been left on the coffee table, listening to his sister talk about Elsa’s ice powers, or picking up blueberries one by one because they are so darned delicious that will drive most of his development. And as much as therapy focuses a child’s parents on certain aspects of that child’s development, it works, but not because of anything magical about the therapy itself.
(I’m gonna say now: PLEASE DON’T GET MAD AND SAY I’M BASHING THERAPY. My kid is in therapy. I like our therapists. I know parents who do a ton of therapy, some who do none. I see in each and every circumstance why those parents have made the choices they’ve made.)
The secondary effects of therapy can be a mixed bag.
So therapy helps parents tune into their kids. That is positive. I think it also helps create more of a village for kids with disabilities. In a world where kids with disabilities are so often passed over, it can be hugely positive to have someone with a ton of experience come into a family and say, “Your kid is capable and worthy.” One of our therapists in particular has been this for us, and I love her dearly for it. She saw LP for the bright, hilarious kid that he is, and that fed my mama soul.
I think sometimes kids act differently around people inside versus outside of the family and that can be good and bad for therapists. Sometimes LP has been really resistant to playing with therapists (those people with bags of fun toys could be up to no good, I guess). Other times, he’ll be more willing to play a certain way with our therapists than he is with me or his sisters. I notice that most with his speech therapist. He pulls out a lot of words for her that he won’t for me.
There are some other negative secondary effects of therapy as well though. As positive as it might be for a parent to tune into their child’s developmental delays, it can also be really damaging. When LP was around a year old, we decided to cut back on our therapy from once a week to once a month. I could tell that everyone thought it was unusual, but I felt like the amount of therapy was doing more harm than good at that point in our lives. I didn’t feel like it was changing LP’s development; he was doing what he was capable of, nothing more and nothing less. In the meantime, I was growing resentful of the constant tallying of what he was or wasn’t doing, and especially of being compelled to constantly think about what he wasn’t doing. I had no need to be in denial, but it was really disheartening and frustrating to dwell on his delays. It just was what it was, and in the meantime, I realized that I was fixating so much on him being a slow runner, that I missed that he was interested in jumping. As parents we only have so much space in our minds, filling it with what our kids can’t do might crowd out energy to help our kids do what they can do.
The biggest thing that was bothering me was that the girls were starting to ask why their brother had therapy. Frankly, I didn’t have a great answer. I could imagine other circumstances in which I could say, “Your brother needs help with xyz and so Lisa is here to figure that out with us.” But for his particular constellation of existence, I didn’t feel like I could honestly say that. I didn’t think the therapy was actually changing him, so why exactly was a therapist coming to our house once a week?
Plus, it wasn’t just that one hour. It was the half hour before that I was yelling at kids to clean up the living room and while I threw that huge pile of laundry into the guest room. And the entire morning that I lost because there’s not enough time to go to the grocery store before therapy, but after therapy I had to feed the kids lunch and then it is nap time, then I had to pick up your oldest from her friend’s house, then figure out dinner, so the day was effectively over.
Then, in my dark twisty moments, I’d look at someone else’s kid with Down syndrome who was doing something my kid wasn’t and then wonder, oh no, have I made a huge mistake, am I screwing up my kid forever? I’m pretty sure that was just the mommy guilt whispering bad things in my ear.
Banish the mommy guilt, don’t let therapy run your life.
We are lucky to live in a time when a person can get online and instantly connect to thousands and thousands of people in the same life circumstances. For a parent of a kid with disabilities, that means that they can access an impressive hive mind when it comes to therapy-like ideas. The stuff that therapists do is, once you really look at it, relatively intuitive. Is your kid reluctant to crawl? Try putting them at a slight decline so that gravity helps them along. Do you want your kid to get better at using a pincer grasp and they love fruit? Give them a bunch of pomegranate seeds every day. Does it seem like your kid isn’t drinking very well because they can’t feel the liquid? Try something really cold, or fizzy, or even a little (not too) spicy soup.
Out of ideas, confused, frustrated? By all means, go talk to your kid’s therapists. But also, just step back and remember that all kids are developmentally frustrating to themselves and their parents. Right now, Sparrow can only crawl backwards. She is constantly getting stuck under furniture and screaming bloody murder. So every now and then, I put some exciting toy in front of her, put my leg perpendicular to hers for support and gently tap her knees to encourage her to move her legs forward. She does it a few times, falls on her belly and then gets excited that she got closer to the toy. I’m quite sure that if Sparrow had 47 chromosomes, there’d be a lot of talk about “working with her” and “making a plan” and “getting to the next step”. But I’m just trying to help her figure out how to do something she desperately wants to do—crawl forward. Chipmunk and LP both never crawled but scooted on their butts. Every time Chipmunk did it in public, people would comment on how cute and funny it was. Every time LP did it, people would look at me with questions in their eyes, wondering if it was “normal” or not. You get my point. A lot of normal human development is varied, because our bodies and minds are varied. You look out for habits that might be damaging in the long term, but the rest is all good.
Therapy can be great. Therapy can suck. When it is good, do it. When it sucks, do less. When in doubt, trust your child’s process. Kids with disabilities have valuable processes, too.
Love it! I miss your posts. What, life with 4 lil’ ‘uns doesn’t leave you time for blogging??? Priorities, gurl!!!! :-)
Haha! I’m all backwards. Feeding the kids is probably not all *that* important. ;)
I share your misgivings. Anecdotally, my son, Sam, was eligible for Early Intervention Pre-K. Only the teacher was like Sergeant Payne. I said, “No, thanks.” It wasn’t that easy to opt out. No, the public school insisted Sam try it out for a few weeks and I could observe from the coatroom. So he did. And I did. And again, I said, “No, thanks.” And sent Sam off to a half-day preschool program at a local day care center. Time for Kindergarten and Sergeant Payne was shocked at Sam’s progress. He did get some speech therapy once a week from the public school during that time. He didn’t gain enough to go to regular school. Still, he was on par for him. And at the same level as the kids who went to EIK. What can we learn from this? Sometimes, early intervention doesn’t make much difference…and whatever an individual’s disability is is the reason. If a child has an intellectual disability, then they will learn…at their own pace. If they don’t learn a lot, it’s probably because their ID is severe. If they do learn a lot, then their ID is mild. I guess since there’s no way to reliably know how severe a young child’s ID is, then early intervention is important. But let’s make it fun and have teachers who are loving and compassionate and fun. At the end of the day, a well-adjusted, loving, happy child of any intellectual capacity is the MOST important outcome of education, whether special or otherwise. You have only to spend time in the company of angry, acting out preschoolers, whether with ID or not, to know that social and emotional skills are so much more important than reading, writing, and counting.
“At the end of the day, a well-adjusted, loving, happy child of any intellectual capacity is the MOST important outcome…” Yes, I absolutely agree!
I used to take therapy “holidays” when we just quit for a week or a month, and tried to be an ordinary family. Worked well or all of us – no obvious sacrifices, and the other kids were (for once) not automatically “set aside” for the all-important therapy, which, looking back, did not make a huge difference (my kid with Ds is going to be 28 in July.) It was, on the other hand, wonderful to have people who were just as interested in my child as I was, who knew some things I did not know, who connected me with additional resources and other parents who became MY teachers.
Twenty-eight years later, I see that the all-encompassing drive had huge elements of not only wanting to be the best parent possible but also part of the process of seeking and bargaining and self-blame that comes with the territory. I thought that if I read enough of the right books, pushed my child harder, did more, the outcome would be different. I don’t think it was. It is what it is, this extra chromosome. My other kids, my self, my husband, my friendships, all were secondary to this drive to change the outcomes for Max. I dindn’t laugh or enjoy my own life much. I hoped he would be like the small few who excel and overcome and are actors and spokespeople and models, who read and write and speak with near-normal capabilities…if I just worked hard enough.
He is more typical than not, but we have not “exceeded expectations” in any way that I can see. I was so tired, so engaged, so driven that I was exhausted all the time. My other kid, as an adult, can articulate his experiences as “the other” though I consciously sought to include him and sought out experiences that were important and enriching for him too. I would change a lot of things about my quest to overcome disability. It just.didnt.work. The things that make his life sing are the every day things, the ordinary moments, the friendships (though few unless I cultivate them by prompting and promoting.)
There are a lot of things I would do differently. I question my true acceptance of my child. If I worked so hard to make him different than he was, doesn’t that contain more than a dash of “I want him to be the exception to the rule.” And all that work didn’t add up to much, though I got much praise for being “such a good mother.’ I just wanted him to be happy – but was he? Is he now? Aren’t many things in life reduced to this thought that we all have in regards to our children? Why must this “quest” which came to unhappily dominate my existence be held out as the ‘best” way to raise our children born with disabilites that define their future to a greater extent. Kudos to those who think differently but this is my experience and my take-away.
Do less, try to change your child less, value your own life too. No one knows where they are heading.
Well said, Gayla. Yes, just who are we getting all that therapy for??? For our child or for us? Moms of babies and preschoolers so need to hear your perspective.
Gayla: I hope you’ll share your perspective with new parent groups! I don’t feel like our life became all-encompassing around therapy (my son is 6 1/2 now), but it probably could have, as I did feel a certain burnout after Early Intervention was over. It made me a much lazier parent though, for better or worse :)
Hey now, what is wrong with lazy parenting?? I’m perfecting it to an art. Working hard at being lazy, if you will.
Oh, my gosh, I am so glad you shared this as well. I think we moms of younger kids are constantly looking forward trying to divine the future and it helps to have someone give us their perspective. You’re so right, the things that make all of our lives rich are the every day things. xo
I’m beginning to think, that like much of life, “therapy is wasted on the young.” Now that Marcus has an understanding of consequences – NOW I want to get him into speech therapy and other teaching programs. He’s still learning, in fact, I think he’s learning and in leaps and bounds more now than ever before in his life. Where are these people now?! OY!
Oh. Did I just make this about me? Oops.
Great words, as always. Keep me (and everyone) thinking!
Really thought provoking! Yes, I can really see how therapy with an adult with disabilities could be so different. Really illustrates the issue with how support and services are so lacking for adults.