978-1572305441
autism
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146 A MIND APART<br />
would have to await the development of further language and symbolic<br />
play skills. Alice also reported that her own parents had to learn to let<br />
Trevor take the lead, to expect little in the way of proper manners in<br />
their home, and to appreciate what little social approach he made. Her<br />
father would take Trevor to the train station, and they would look at the<br />
trains together. Trevor had always been interested in trains since he had<br />
seen Thomas the Tank Engine on TV. This gave him pleasure, and his<br />
grandfather was happy to sit on the bench at the train station and be<br />
part of this little ritual that they shared. Afterward they would go to the<br />
local coffee shop and share a hot chocolate and a doughnut.<br />
* * *<br />
Over the course of the two years of this type of intensive therapy,<br />
Trevor’s improvements became more rapid, and the little victories<br />
seemed to cascade from one day to the next. Working intensively on a<br />
few pivotal skills in the social and communication domains made possible<br />
all kinds of other changes. It was like unlocking a key, only this time<br />
the key was social engagement, simple communications, imitation, and<br />
attentional flexibility and joint attention. Soon Trevor began to show an<br />
interest in the other children on the street. At first he didn’t approach<br />
them, but he would respond positively if friends called on him to come<br />
out and play. Eventually he asked to see them, but only on weekends<br />
(school time was reserved for school friends). This did not happen very<br />
often, but when it did, his mother would quickly take advantage of it.<br />
Alice arranged for a little girl to come to the house on weekends and<br />
play with Trevor and watch TV.<br />
After two years of this therapy Trevor came back for another visit.<br />
It was before his entry into kindergarten, and I had to fill in all sorts of<br />
forms for an educational assistant. I wanted to get as accurate a picture<br />
as possible of how he had done.<br />
“I am five years old!” he announced upon entering the office.<br />
“Are you?” I replied. “That’s old. But not as old as me. Did you have<br />
a birthday party?”<br />
“Yes, I did!”<br />
“Who came?”<br />
“My friends . . . from school.” Now that was a reply that was worth<br />
preserving for posterity.<br />
“Did you get any presents?”