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Have you ever met a deaf person?

It was sometime early in 1999.  We had recently learned of Owen’s hearing loss and were becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the direction the hospital was taking us–which was straight toward the cochlear implant.  Sensing our uneasiness, Owen’s audiologist referred us to Silent Voice (a non-profit agency in Toronto that provides services and programs for the deaf community). I had the very good fortune of speaking to Maureen, who was a Program Coordinator at the time.

Owen's first hearing aids - 3 months old (corrected). Also, evidence of the large port-wine stain birthmark that eventually faded to become mostly invisible.

She asked me, “Have you ever met a deaf person?”

It was such a quiet, innocent question but still kind of shocking–it jolted me into realizing that Owen’s deafness was not just about me.

Interestingly, no one else had asked me that question, despite our exhaustive investigation into services and ‘treatment’ regarding Owen’s hearing loss.  Not the physicians, the therapists, the audiologists or the social workers.  As with every other medical avenue we pursued, we were instead invited to speak to other parents–and only those whose children had had the anticipated positive medical outcomes.

Such big decisions–we considered the g-tube (yes), the cochlear implant (no), the intrathecal baclofen pump (yes), deep brain stimulation (no)–surely meeting an actual recipient of these invasive measures would have been worthwhile?  A teen or adult who could articulate what the experience felt like?  Or could share how he or she feels about it now?

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Fashionable blue hearing aids! In this photo I'm pregnant with Angus. Owen is about 20 months old.

I spoke at the Silent Voice Annual General Meeting last week.  Talking in my typical story-telling fashion, my presentation was a tribute to the work that Silent Voice does.  It was also a thank-you to Maureen (who has since become Executive Director) and to the deaf family I met as a result of that question.  I think it was the best talk I have given so far.  This is how I concluded it:

That one simple question–Have you ever met a deaf person?–awakened a new perspective in me, one that stuck with me through the years, if not always consciously.  It’s a very sensible question, maybe asked innocently and even naively – but it also demonstrates a foundation of values rooted in humanity.

It acknowledges how important it is to connect with others’ experiences and stories.  To listen and observe, to ask and wonder.  The question says to me, Don’t assume.  Pay attention.  See for yourself.

And be open to possibilities.

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How to make a disability disappear

Within months after Owen was born, I was told he was deaf. Inside, I shrugged. “Oh well,” I thought. He almost hadn’t been born. He almost hadn’t lived. He almost didn’t come home from the hospital at all. Deafness didn’t seem like a real problem to me. People are born deaf all the time, aren’t they? And they manage, right? It was a guess, but it seemed logical.

His deafness came more and more to the forefront of our lives as therapist after therapist emphasized how difficult language acquisition would be considering he couldn’t hear. He had hearing aids which gave him some environmental sounds, and he’d been doing auditory-verbal therapy for a while – but words and language? Couldn’t hear them. We all agreed that he would need a visual mode of communication.

No one in our direct circle of care was opposed to sign language, in theory. But they had legitimate concerns. How many deaf people do we know? Where will he go to school? How will he communicate back? One of the biggest concerns was that American Sign Language is fleeting, like spoken language. Sign it in the air, and it’s gone. How were they going to use the tools of choice-making, voice-output, auditory scanning?

English and American Sign Language (ASL) are both complete, robust languages. Spoken English though, has a direct one-to-one correlation to written English. You can write what you say. ASL has no written counterpart. It must be captured in essence, then written in English. We could use signing to convey nouns and verbs but there was no real hope of proper language development with such a mishmash of approaches and with Owen’s inability to expressively communicate in ASL himself.

So, English it was. Written, spoken, picture representation, supported with occasional signs for the nouns and the verbs. I was armed with strategies and Velcro and picture cards. Checklists, binders, goal sheets for logging progress.

I was taught to see everything as a teaching moment. That the possibilities for language acquisition were endless! And that his only hope for receiving and expressing language was. . . me.

What a traveling sideshow we became. At the zoo – pushing Angus’ stroller in front and pulling Owen’s wagon behind, binder in my backpack and key photo cards loose in my pocket. “Look Owen! Fish!” Hand undulating in the sign of a fish, pointing to the weirdly pale puffy creature in the eye-level aquarium, then blocking Owen’s view with a photo of a fish that looked nothing at all like the thing in the tank. Then, pause to dig out the photo of a butterfly, the exhibit of which was just around the corner. It all took less than a minute, in a waking day comprised of 720 minutes. So much to do.

What an unnatural and frustrating way to spend time – facilitating every moment of family and social interactions for someone else. It actually required that I exit the scene, disappear from the experience myself, and try to see it through Owen’s eyes so that he could be there instead. In those moments, it left Owen without a mother and me without the pleasure of being with my boys.

I eventually stopped. It was a years-long attrition of letting go of the effort, of not caring any more, of seeing the absurdities and uselessness of such intensive facilitation. Even if there were small gains, they were not worth the cost. Instead, I turned to our back-up plan, our last resort: ASL.

I became fluent, hired deaf support workers, became involved in the deaf community. I won’t lie: It was hard work for me and more than a bit humbling. But so much easier than other attempts at language development because I could stop trying to force Owen to learn and perform. Rather, I surrounded him with a full language in the hopes he would absorb some of it. And clear the way for actual experiences instead of mediated experiences only brought to Owen through the construct of picture cards, gestures and over-articulation.

Owen’s deafness had started out as being the worst of all possible disabilities. The therapist had looked sad, serious. Said, “We can do amazing things for kids with disabilities to help them access language. Switches, controls, voice output, sensors, eye-gaze. Use the hand, foot, head, knee – anything they can control, we can harness. But if he can’t hear? Well. . . it’s much, much harder.” I remember the moment as grim.

Now, years later, Owen’s deafness ceased to be an actual problem. It went from being the most of my worries to the least. It went from being the severest of disabilities to just one of many characteristics that made him uniquely who he was. The about-face was so complete that there were many times I forgot he was deaf. Or, I forgot that his deafness was a particular thing any more than was his curly hair or his funny duck-like quack.

I can’t say that Owen learned to communicate with sign or that he understood everything that was being signed to him. I have no idea how much he took in and processed. Or at least, I can’t prove it. But I can say that everyone around him relaxed. I can say that Owen seemed to enjoy life more and that there was less in the way of him having a good time and connecting with others.

Owen being deaf was no longer a problem. Not because he had learned how to hear, but because I had learned how to see.

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More? (excerpt)

Time to practice…

I hold up a child’s book, something large with rigid pages and bright pictures. I sign the actions to Owen, book tucked under my chin, shifting and adjusting as I move. Miming like a clown. Owen watches out of the corners of his eyes – he has this weird and unfortunate thing he does where he can’t look directly at the thing he wants to see. Reflex pulls his head to one side so he can only see things peripherally. So, fine. I’ve learned not to chase his eyegaze because he will only turn away again.

Signing: “Look! That, what? Dog! Brown cute. Eats, what? Apple! Red round.”

Owen’s eyegaze remains up and to the left, either disinterested in the book, or stuck in a reflex. He is unable to look down with his eyegaze. Has to pull his whole head forward to see anything below mid-horizon.

Page 1 complete. Look again! See? Pan slowly. Put book down.

Signing, now voicing as well: “Owen? Do you want MORE? More book? Yes? Press the button! Here (taps foot). Press the button! Next, what? Light on! Bzzzzz! More book? Press!”

Hands come down, communication stops. Wait expectantly.

Watching carefully, I see that Owen’s big toe is wiggling. But that ‘do the opposite’ reflex is in the way again.  If he wants to hold something, his hand shoots open with flat fingers and a wide palm. If he wants to let go, his fist clenches so tight he gets fingernail marks in his palm. Wants to look left, head flings right. In this moment, his thighs are rigid with heels pressed into the back wall of the custom-made footrest on his wheelchair. Padded to prevent self-injury. He’s pressing back to stabilize. Movement of the toe is isolated, scanning back and forth like a radar, searching for a switch to press.

Shit. The switch is too far. Slowly I move it closer. Set him up for success, they said. Bring it to where the toe can reach. Owen is sweating, hands are clenched, elbows wrenched back and shoulders thrust forward, ‘chicken-wing’ style. Switch is within reach! He rubs the outer edge of the switch with his toe, getting his bearings, preparing for the big push forward.

“More book? Story continue? Press! Press!”

More sweating. Is that anxiety in the creases of his eyes? I wonder what he is thinking.

“Good job! Working hard! Press, Owen! More story? Yes..?!”  I’m getting into it now. Any minute we will see that Owen can think! Respond! Engage!

Something connects finally – message from brain to toe travels like a shot from a cannon. Toe scrunches back, tucked knee straightens, ankle, previously flexed, now extends. Big toe rockets towards the switch, knocking it to the floor, jamming into the side of the metal support bracket.

Owen has stubbed his toe, slightly tearing the toenail. Switch is dangling from its cord, light and buzzer hopelessly, shamefully, quiet.

Owen exhales, limbs soften and go limp, head slumps.

I hold his bare foot gently in my hand, looking in his eyes. We both have tears, although only his are rolling down his face.

You did want more, didn’t you Owen.

“Good job! Press? Yes!  Ready?  More!”

I reposition the switch. I pick up the book, turn the page, and repeat.

Asus computer

portable, adaptable communication

Talking and hearing. Two things most of us, including myself, can do without any props or devices. Which means I’m fairly portable – I can dash out the door and trust that if I need to communicate with someone about something, I can. I think about this a lot in respect to Owen. Not that he’s actually dashing anywhere – but he can’t communicate spontaneously with random people. Meaning, the person he will ultimately be communicating with must fully understand the system he’s using. And the ‘system’, if it includes any kind of low- or high-tech device, must be readily available, functioning and accessible.

This is all especially problematic as Owen is Deaf and understands ASL only. If someone wants to say something to him, even without expectation of a clear response… he or she can’t. So often I see people undoubtedly with good intentions attempt to say something to Owen, but stop short. They realize he’s Deaf and simply don’t know what to do. So they rely on that pained, close-lipped half-smile to convey ‘hello’, or whatever it is they wanted to say. Awkward for everyone (except of course, for Owen, who is so used to it he probably thinks it’s a standard greeting).

So here’s something exciting I’ve stumbled on (actually, it was brought to my attention by Laurel at Bloorview – thank you Laurel) – it’s software that allows your selected avatar to communicate in ASL. It will translate on-the-fly – the user can type in an English phrase and the avatar will sign it! Brilliant. Here’s a still from a demo on SignSmith’s website – follow the link below for the full effect. Even if you think you don’t care, go see it – it’s fantastic. (You’ll need the latest Flash player.)

SignSmith avator

Now, imagine that software, in conjunction with this:

Asus computer

The ASUS eeePC – A teeny, tiny flash-based, Linux notebook that costs around $400. It’s small, rugged and would perform well. Limitations would be battery life, screen size (7″), memory…. but give it some time and that will all change.

Here’s a scenario: we could visit my dad in Stratford, who doesn’t know ASL. He could select an avatar that looks roughly like himself, key in a phrase, and show it to Owen. After Owen stopped giggling, he would probably, at many levels, deeply appreciate the effort.

Owen smiling

previously presented speech – ‘Emerging Communication’

Following is the speech/presentation I wrote and delivered for the Children’s Treatment Network – a new virtual therapy center for children with disabilities for York Region (the region north of Toronto). It is ‘virtual’ because there is no physical location – therapists are connected and referred by phone, email and web services. The audience was comprised of therapists of all kinds (speech-language pathologists, physiotherapists, occupational therapists), students, CDAs (Communication Disorder Assistants) and parents. I think the conference was called ‘Emerging Communicators’ – it was designed to offer parent perspectives to professionals around the issues of developing communication for non-verbal people with physical disabilities. I’m reprinting it in its entirety (careful – it’s long!), but will be choosing some themes to discuss further in later posts.

Photos represent the accompanying slide show, displayed behind me during the presentation.

Delivered October 18, 2007 – Aurora, ON

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Thank you for inviting me to speak today. It was quite a challenge, distilling down all I could possibly talk about to just 30 or so minutes. So in order to organize my thoughts, I created a bit of a structure. I’ll share that with you now, so you have a sense what path I’m heading down.

First, I’d like to introduce you to Owen – describe his life so far, and give you a glimpse into our family’s journey through various communication methods. I won’t spend a long time on this part, as you’re all familiar with communication and language approaches. Then, I’d like to share with you the present state of my evolving perspectives – which I can’t guarantee will be the same next year.

There are three topics I invite you, as professionals working with ‘emerging communicators’, to consider:

* What constitutes communication?
* What perceptions and assumptions do I impose?
* What are my motivations?

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How to describe Owen…. ?

Owen is 9 years old. He loves dolphins. He enjoys swimming. He thinks it’s funny when things fall over.
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His younger brother Angus is his favourite person. Owen also has cerebral palsy, is Deaf and non-verbal, and has a variety of medical issues.

At the moment, he is considered to be at an emerging level of communication – but as you’ll eventually see, I would argue that he does, in fact, communicate just fine. I’m not sure I entirely like that term – emerging level of communication – as it implies that there’s more to come. For Owen – maybe, maybe not. I think it also implies lack of sophistication or subtlety – if you were to meet Owen, you may agree that he can communicate both sophistication and subtlety, without saying a word.

We’ve had a rather long and meandering journey through the worlds of speech pathology, language development, augmentative and alternative communication, and I’ll summarize some of the approaches and tools we’ve explored, researched, implemented.
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* Auditory-verbal therapy
* Total communication
* Lip-reading
* picture symbols
* use of VOCA s
* Blissymbolics
* Sign-supported English
* ASL

If you review the list closely, you’ll notice a progression from a strong auditory focus to a strong visual focus… and the reason for that is quite simple. After many years of trying various approaches, I realized that it’s easier to work with his strengths. Not just for him, but for me.

Owen was born Deaf. And the clear indication from the beginning, from all the professionals in our lives, was that hearing loss was something to overcome. And that by all accounts it was going to be an uphill battle. And at first that made sense to me. It was one of many disabilities we needed to ‘treat’. And yes, I wanted him to hear the crickets and birds… and so, we began that long trudge up the hill to teach him to lipread. To learn to listen. To associate meaning to the loud booming sounds – the only ones in his range of hearing.

Owen

This clearly wasn’t working. Owen would gaze at me, his therapist, his support worker – whoever was doing his lessons with him – with a look that could have been interpreted as ‘What in the world are you talking about and why should I care’? So, slowly and surely, we progressed through the list you see here. I would find out about things, research them, develop a program, make the materials, train our family and helpers, seek advice from various professionals, and finally, after what was sometimes several months later, I was ready to teach Owen. Within a few weeks we would know that again, we fell short. Over and over again – it was all too much, and yet somehow it just wasn’t enough.

For the longest time, I had a very narrow focus. I thought that communication meant spoken and written English. Period. And this perspective required that I overlook what for Owen would be the most natural mode of receptive communication – ASL. I should add here that he doesn’t sign himself. He has extremely limited fine motor function, and hasn’t yet gestured with a recognizable meaning.

As you can imagine, his expressive communication has posed quite a dilemma. At least receptively, we know that he can see. And we believe he understands because his emotional responses are always appropriate. For expression, however, he is non-verbal, has very little functional use of his hands, minimal head control and doesn’t vocalize (intonate) for meaning. So, we’ve focused our attention to his feet – where he can access a switch moderately well with his big toes. Until recently though, his tone has always interfered. Any time he’s excited, happy, sad, engaged, interested – his reflexive tone would kick in, and take over. A few weeks ago Owen was implanted with a baclofen pump, a device inserted in the abdomen that administers medication through a catheter into the spine. This intervention is meant to relieve neurological tone, without causing the common side effect of extreme dopiness. So, with any luck, he will experience relief from the spasticity and perhaps gain a little control over the dystonia. And even then, the challenge remains: what is the switch for? Is it a signal? Is it a yes? Is it to indicate choice? And what about the device itself? Most are voice or sound output, which he can’t hear.

Currently, our communication approach is this: all receptive communication is ASL. To support this, I became fluent in ASL, and I only hire Deaf support workers. For expressive, well, we’ll see. I imagine it will include the continued interpretation of facial expression, emotional response and then eventually, a technological device that will have caught up to his complex needs.

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Let’s move on. What is communication? Really? If I were to define it based on my experiences with many language development professionals, I might say that communication is input/output, emergence and progression, measurable outcomes and evidence-based practices.

However, based on my experiences with my son, I think the word communication could be used interchangeably with connection. Or at least, communication facilitates connection with another person. Here’s an illustration:

We used Total Communication (TC) from the time Owen was born until he was about 3. Picture symbols, voice, signs, schedules, communication books – all ways to facilitate language development. For you – the professionals – this makes complete sense. It’s a way to use the whole bag of tricks… to see what works, to maximize use of the senses, to give every opportunity for the child to understand. But for me, it became this ridiculous juggling act of trying to sign, hold pictures and objects, talk, and engage in an activity – all at the same time. It would take us 20 minutes to build a tower of colourful blocks and knock it down. How much fun is that for a 2 year old? Or for me? It was exhausting for everyone. I leave room for the possibility that Owen did indeed enjoy those activities – but at what cost? Our play had been subjugated for therapy. I think it’s important to protect childhood and preserve natural family interaction. By adding too many abstractions – pictures, labels, cards, symbols… we take away from the experience of the moment and likely add more stress to an already challenging environment. This, of course, is not to say that we should never do therapy… but balance is key.

Current trends in therapy and self-help have us all reflecting on how to be in the now. How to be more authentic. How to not hide behind the words and abstractions which alienate and isolate us. Most of my adult life I have been working towards less talk and more connection. It’s only been in recent years that I see that Owen is already there. In some ways, he is more evolved in spite of his lack of expressive language. Or possibly, because of it.

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Perceptions/assumptions

It’s important we acknowledge that we see the world through our own filters. We bring to any situation our entire biographies – our culture, our experiences, our hopes, our fears. This is great – it’s what makes us human – but we can’t kid ourselves into thinking we’re objective. Or that there is some universal truth we all abide by.

As parents and therapists, we impose our values and desires on the child – and especially if the child doesn’t have expressive language, it’s important to acknowledge that ALL perceived interests of the child are projected. We don’t know what they want to say. We only know what we want to hear.

We think we know

* what the child wants to say
* that he or she actually has something to say.
* that he or she will appreciate all our hard work.
* that the child wants to feel successful, and will strive to achieve.

The truth is we don’t actually know if any of that is true.

I have a convenient benchmark at home – my typically-developing 7 year old – and I can tell you that he doesn’t always say what he means, he doesn’t always have something to say, he doesn’t always appreciate my hard work, and he doesn’t always like to work hard. How did I come to make all those assumptions about Owen? It’s human nature, I suppose – to fill in the gaps when we’re trying to make sense of things.

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So if I have to make assumptions, why not these:

* Owen wants to feel loved
* Owen would prefer a peaceful, calm household
* Owen will benefit from me taking care of myself
* Owen wants to be accepted as he is
* Owen would prefer to be regarded with affection, not scrutiny or assessment

This perspective doesn’t stop me from looking for ways to connect with my son, but it does slow me down a bit –and help me to remember that what I want for him is just that: what i want for him. Not necessarily what he might want for himself.
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Motivation

As a mother, I love my children and take care of them the best I can. And that would be the case whether or not there was someone around to see. However, we all know the pressures on parents, the judgements, the evaluations, the comparisons… and as a result, the striving. For a parent with a child like Owen, I think that becomes multiplied. I have been endlessly praised for my hard work and efforts, hailed as a kind of supermom who can and will do anything for her children. So what does this do to the overworked, guilt-ridden mother who despite all the effort still feels like it’s not enough? I can tell you what happened to me: I felt terrible. I felt trapped. I connected being a good mother with working really hard, and I felt doomed to a life of endless striving. I couldn’t acknowledge that I needed a break. I couldn’t slow down. Until I would be forced to, through circumstance, poor health, fatigue… which adds to the guilt even more.

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Over the years, as I started to better understand all that Owen would require in terms of his communication needs, I thought it was my lot in life to have to work harder than other parents of typically-developing children. That my role as a mother had to be different because Owen is different. And to some extent, I think that has to be the case… I am changing diapers long after any of my peers, and there are no two ways about it. However, my goal now is different. My agenda now is not to be a long-suffering, exhausted, hard-working parent. Instead, my goal is be peaceful in my own life. My benchmark is this – if I start to feel like I am working harder than other people around me, I stop and ask myself – who am I doing this for? What in me is being satisfied? Does Owen benefit? Is it costing me my energy and my health to continue at this pace? If I were Owen, what would I want?

So I’d like to connect this topic to your work in this field by way of telling a brief story.

We had a fantastic occupational therapist. Personable, easy-going, patient, creative, ready to try anything. But she was also an employee of a treatment centre who was accountable for the work she did. Every year we would sit down and try to figure out how to quantify Owen’s progress. How to measure it, how to set benchmarks, how to determine success. It was so difficult, as Owen in general is very hard to document. One year we were focused on switch access – working on cause and effect, and introducing timing (getting him to hit the switch on cue). From the perspective of the ‘system’, it wasn’t enough to simply allow us to enjoy the discovery together and sort things out as we went. We needed a plan. A way to record progress. Log sheets for every session – we would record: how many times did Owen hit the switch appropriately? Inappropriately? How long did it take to hit the switch? In order to answer these questions, whoever was working with him couldn’t really attend to the activity itself – it became these intensely focused sessions of staring at Owen’s foot while the timer ticked the seconds away. And we continued like that for months!

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When I reflect back on this kind of staged therapeutic activity, I realize how much effort we both expended for the ultimate goal of giving the therapist something to write down. Of course, it also appealed to my sense of duty and achievement – that sense of responsibility for Owen’s development and an assumption that we all had to work extra hard, and maybe we would have a bit of fun. But the process was very disconnecting. It turned Owen into a project – the success of which I unconsciously connected to my success as a mother.

I invite you to consider how you approach the therapies themselves, and the people involved. Would you be doing things differently if you didn’t have to measure the success? Can success only be defined by numbers and percentages? Does your collective need for outcomes, evidence, results in some way disconnect the parent from the child? Or the child from the play experience? Communication and language are methods for facilitating information exchange and connections between people. Is that actually happening? Or has the activity or interaction been overtaken by the intervention or therapy?
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So in some ways, I think, the needs of the ‘system’ are in conflict with the needs of the family and particularly with the needs of the child. And today, I’m not making a comment about whether you as individuals should alter that course – but I’m hoping simply to raise your awareness to the idea that your motivations are likely different than the parents’. And both sets of motivations – yours and the parents’ – are likely different than the child’s. And we could ask, whose should take precedence? Whose is the priority?

Thank you.

Switches

high tech. sort of.

Switches

As I continue to contemplate Owen’s capacity for choice-making (and his communication partners’ capacities for offering choices), I have not ruled out other options for communication. In a previous post I mentioned that he was very successful when using a switch-activated signal, which we used for ‘reading’ a book. (I would sign the part of the story reflected on the current page. When finished, I would wait until he signaled to turn the page. He was an active participant and clearly very keen. In this case, the signal was purely auditory, which he couldn’t hear – but he understood that if he hit the switch I would turn the page.)

So, I have dug out his small but impressive collection of switches and will try some activities with him. (A switch is a means to access another device or activity – it’s like a mouse but without a rollerball or laser. It’s a button that will activate something, like a light, toy, computer, etc., and used by folks who cannot use the standard means of activation. A variety of switches and devices are pictured above.)

A bit of early success:

I connected his switch to a floor lamp – a large, paper, square-shaped thing that isn’t too intense for him to look at directly. The switch was set to ‘timer’, which means a click would turn the lamp for a pre-determined period of time and then it would shut off by itself. This setting is different from ‘latch’ (one click for on, one click for off) and ‘direct’ (press and hold for on, release for off). Each has a different function – ‘Latch’ is good for watching tv. ‘Direct’ is good for power wheelchair driving. And ‘timer’ is good for a communication device – press once and let it do its thing.

BTW – Owen uses his foot to access his switch. I used to say without hesitation that it was his right foot, but now I’m not so sure. He clearly presents his left foot every time I get the activities ready, so I’m going with that for now.

So, the lamp. He loved it. For a short time. Flicked it on several times and then grew bored, as I’m sure any 9-year-old kid would.

The next activity was much more appealing. I connected the switch to a bright LED light which I affixed to his wheelchair, positioned so he could see it clearly. (A few years ago, Ari at Bloorview attached this light to a buzzer, so that both hearing and Deaf people could register its use. I was very surprised to find it intact and still fully charged!) And then we tried the story activity again. He would press the switch when it was time to turn the page. It was touching to see him so engaged – so thrilled that he could initiate a communication that resulted in an intended action. Definite success.

So for now, I am leaving the switch available to him for extended periods of time and letting him know that if he wants my attention, he can call for me. It’s imperfect, of course. It’s likely confusing to keep changing what the signal means. I’m sure we’ll settle on something soon and stick with that. I see tons of potential for its use as both a signal and as a communication tool. We had made good progress when he was younger but had to stop due to his increasingly high tone. I’m pleased and inspired that he’s picked up where we left off.