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Helping Children With Autism Focus on the World Around Them — COVD Supports Autism Awareness Month

Vision skills (there are 17 of them, by the way, with eysesight being only one of them) are the doors to learning! Inaccurate information coming in through the eyes = inaccurate information produced through the body and mind. Important information, as always, in this Vision Help Blog post.


a81d2f00d8fcc0e7_800x800arFor parents of children with Autism, it is a never ending quest to sort through all the different therapies that are available to help improve quality of life for those on the spectrum. For Autism Awareness Month, the College of Optometrists in Vision Development (COVD) is bringing awareness to the availability of optometric vision therapy and how it can positively impact those on the spectrum.
“I was always told my son, Cass (who was diagnosed with high functioning Autism in January 2014 when he was 9 years old) could see 20/20, so I didn’t even think that his vision could be contributing to his reading problems,” Penelope Massagee of Charleston, SC, shares; “You can imagine my surprise when I found out he was seeing double and that words looked like they were moving on the page. He must have thought it was normal, because he never complained!”
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HopeI’m keeping watch again today for the postman as I do every day.  Oh, it’s not that I’m looking out for him in particular.  It’s just that I find this chair, this window, comforting at this time of the day.  There’s no reason why I should expect a letter anyhow, but for the hope I’ve kept secretly tucked inside my heart for well past a decade.  The hope and need for a small measure of confirmation, of validity of my being.

I find I’m colder these days, although the weather shows promise of warming up.  As I reach for my shawl, I notice the wrens beginning to build their nest in my Maple tree.  Their industriuous efforts mark the start of Spring, though I’m not as enthusiastic as they are about it this time around.  At times, the cycles of nature and our lives seem to be quite pointless, filled with repetition and monotony.

In keeping with her routine, my neighbor, Martha, shuffles her grandchildren to the curb to wait for the bus.  They all turn and wave to me, knowing they will find me there.  As I smile and greet them, I wonder about their ages and what grades they are in.  Not having actually met them, they remain as much a mystery to me as does much of the goings on up and down my street.

Today is my birthday.  It’s always been my favorite day of the year and has remained so even when the other holidays have become tarnished memories.  As I watch the youngsters chase each other around Martha’s yard, I’m reminded of the cycles of my life and the many spurts of joy that have been blighted by the lasting times of sadness.  My head feels heavy with the thoughts.

I look up from my memories and follow the bus from the corner, making its way toward Martha’s driveway.  How did all these years come to mean nothing more than a lonely memory?  Where did all the happiness hide itself?

The silence in the room lends itself to revisiting the past, with the clock’s ticking being the only sound.  As time continues to pass, I’m not able to push my hope aside as I’ve always done to sidestep the pain that results from my memories.  I tuck my feet under me to keep them warm and hug my shawl closer in an attempt to ward off the thoughts that threaten to trample my hope.  But I’m cold – colder than I have been – and my memories fall gently from my eyes.

A movement shakes me free from my past and I see the postman has arrived.  He turns to find me at the window, tips his head slightly, and offers a quick wave.

As he continues on, he keeps my hope tucked safely in his mail sack.

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