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Questions

When you parent a child with a severe communication disorder, you ask yourself a lot of questions:

What caused this? Will she ever talk? Will it always be this way? Why is her behaviour so challenging today? Is she feeling okay? Did someone hurt her? How can I help her? When will she speak?

You buy PECS cards and visual schedule boards, attend SALT workshops, consider buying tech devices to help with communication, and maybe even learn Makaton or another sign language.

You spend hours researching online, worrying out loud with your spouse, and perhaps you pray. You pray for a word. A single word. And when you hear her say it, you rejoice, because maybe she’s already six years old and only just speaking her first word!

Then you pray for a short phrase. You long for it. Verbal communication. And one day she jumps on daddy in bed, shouting, “wake up wake up!” Maybe you cuddle at night and tell her you love her, then hear “I wuv you,” in reply. Your heart bursts with joy.

You pray for yes and no, for please and thank you, and eventually the words come. “No” was much easier for Beth. No was her favourite word for a long time, as she tried everything to avoid the things we needed her to do. But just lately, when she’s in a happy and well-regulated state, I’ve noticed her saying “yes, mama” quite often; tear-jerking for this mama.

Encouraged by the progress, you start to wonder if she will ever ask a question. Then one day she says, “daddy, are you okay? What’s wrong?”

This girl continues to surprise and delight us. One day, she will come home and tell me how her day at school went. One day, she will be able to tell me what activities she did and who she played with.

Until then, I rely on her teachers to communicate through the app. I rely on others to keep her safe throughout the school day. And I pray. She has come so far. What will she surprise us with next?

Original writing by Jennifer Johnson ~ Dedicated to Bethany

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Her Storm: An Autism Poem


React first, think later,

It’s a familiar dance,

Today, a slight push from an older sibling,

Then, a look of anger,

And an extreme reaction,

A large dice thrown hard in retaliation,

At her sister’s face.



I raised my voice,

“No! That’s naughty!”

“Don’t throw things at people.”

She ran to the lounge,

Slamming the door shut,

And lay down against it,

Blocking us out.



I can hear her sobbing.

My heart is divided,

I need to correct her,

To teach her to be gentle,

But I also long to give comfort,

I need her to know I still love her,

No matter what.



I am her safe place,

But somehow, I must correct.

This balance is hard to find,

When dealing with a fragile, volatile child,

With a severe communication disability,

And behaviours that challenge us,

Her favourite word is “no.”



I speak peace to myself,

Slow down and breathe,

Control yourself and give her time,

Stay home for now,

Let her calm down,

Analyse what happened,

Consider her reaction.



Why did she run away?

Why did she shut us out?

Was she fearful?

Was she hiding in shame for what she did?

Was she simply trying to calm herself down?

Was it all those things?

What do I do now?



I wait.

I wait for the calm after her storm,

Then, I remind her to be gentle,

I remind her not to throw things at people,

Throwing things at people is naughty,

Throwing things at people hurts them,

I reassure her of my love.



Then, I hope and pray,

Pray that she learns to control her temper in time,

I remember the things she used to do,

Like biting,

She rarely bites now,

I remember her progress and hope for further growth,

I will never stop loving her.



Written by Jennifer Johnson, 2025

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This Child of Mine

This child of mine,
Who does not speak except occasionally when she wishes,
And even then, her speech is basic or unclear,
Babble interspersed with occasional bursts of clarity,
She is non-verbal or pre-verbal or somewhere in-between.

This child of mine,
She is autistic and yet she is so much more,
She adores princesses and dresses, colour and laughter, and chocolate cake,
Family celebrations mean the world to her,
Although she gets overwhelmed and hides under the table.

This child of mine,
So full of energy, excitement, frantic frustration, and fiercely loyal love!
Running, climbing, splashing, and chasing the birds even into danger,
She is resolutely determined about her plans,
Which can be a good thing but also at times risky,
She sees only one way.

This child of mine,
Who adores music and loves to dance,
How is it possible that she can sing much more than she can speak?
Her melodies mostly pitch-perfect, although the words are blurred,
Decipherable only to those who know her well.
I think she will be a musician.

This child of mine,
I wonder, does she think in words that she can’t express?
Or does she just choose not to say them?
Does she see the world, her desires, needs, and dreams as pictures?
We have pictures for everything in our house,
Stuck to Velcro strips on the dining room wall,
Our picture exchange communication system.

This child of mine,
Fruit of my womb whom I have fed and cared for all the days of her life,
Watching and waiting for her delayed milestones,
I know her so well, and yet in many ways she is still a mystery to me,
Locked inside her mind,
Struggling to make sense of all that puzzles and overwhelms her.

This child of mine,
She is beginning to break open those locks,
I dare to hope and dream,
I prepare myself for disappointment,
Will she ever say mum?

Originally written by Jennifer Johnson, October 2023

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The Joy to Come

In March 2018, Bethany had cleft lip surgery on her bi-lateral cleft. Four months later she had palate surgery. Her cleft palate was extremely wide and it was a difficult operation. The recovery was awful, including a readmission to  hospital due to Bethany’s unwillingness to feed.  It took a while for her to recover.

Emotionally it took me and John some time to recover as well. But we did. We thought our special needs parenting days were over and we could move on with life. Bethany would be fine now and hit all of her milestones, with maybe a 3-6 month delay due to the surgeries.

We were naive. We were wrong.

Nobody expects to have a child with special needs. Nobody plans on their child being autistic or whatever…. Disability is something that happens to other families, not your own. But when it does happen, after the shock and the grief wear off, I’m here to tell you that there is joy.

There is joy and excitement with every small step of progress and every tiny achievement. There is joy in every smile and every single word. There is joy and love and value in having family relationships with people who although limited in some respects, are still innately valuable and beautiful and worthy of love and support.

So, if you’re new to disability parenting, let me encourage you. I know there will be hard days and hard weeks. You may need time and space to grieve the unexpected change of course. But hang in there. And look for the tiny moments of joy and progress. Read all you can about the disability you’re supporting with, and let the stories of parents who have gone before you be your survival guide.

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One Word

If you know Bethany, you know she basically has two moods. Extremely happy (and hyperactive with that) or extremely grumpy (refusing to do as asked and hiding away on her own, stamping her feet, or slamming doors). Most people only see Bethany’s happy side because she loves visitors, teachers, friends, and strangers, but truth be told, her behaviour can be extremely volatile.

Yesterday we were riding with my sister’s family to church because our car is being repaired. I sat by Bethany. “Are you happy today, Bethany?” I asked. “No,” she replied. “Are you sad?” I asked. She shook her head and said one word: “Grumpy.”

I marvelled.

I have never heard her use that word before. But when she is acting grumpy I generally tell her she is being grumpy. She has evidently taken that word, remembered it, understood it, and now has used that word for the first time ever (and in the correct context).

Bethany was grumpy yesterday morning. She was refusing to come and get her shoes on to go to church. It was only when I said we were riding with Auntie Amy that she came willingly. She even ran happily up the hill to Auntie’s driveway. She really loves her Auntie. But she was honest with me in the car when I asked how she was feeling.

Grumpy. Just one word which conveys a lot of meaning.

With this girl, one word means everything. She is learning to communicate how she feels with words. And that makes me happy, even if she is feeling grumpy.

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The challenges of non-verbal communication

Just two and a half years ago, Bethany was what I would describe as completely non-verbal. She had very few words and could not say mummy or daddy. She couldn’t ask for a drink. She couldn’t ask for something to eat. She couldn’t tell me if she wanted to do something or go somewhere. She couldn’t tell me she felt sick. She couldn’t tell me if something hurt on her body, or whether someone had hurt her. She couldn’t say yes or no.

Bethany was unable to communicate verbally except through screaming or crying. Her behaviour was baby-like when she was four and five years old. There were many tantrums due to the communication problems.

Bethany has progressed significantly since those days. She can now request a drink or specific items of food. She will ask for a bowl if she wants cereal. She will let me know if she wants the toilet or to go swimming. She can say “ouch” but not necessarily tell me what hurts. She can ask for a hug or for her tablet.

Beth can also copy phrases that she hears us say or things she has heard on TV shows. The problem with this is that she is just echoing things she likes the sound of. She doesn’t always understand what she is saying. This behaviour is echolalia and is common among Gestalt language learners. She can now say “yes” although she normally chooses to say “no.” In fact, she often says “no” when she means yes. This is frustrating for us at times.

The early days were difficult. There was lots of challenging behaviour. The behaviour was the symptom of the communication problems she was experiencing. It was hard to be patient and to constantly play the detective. We were always trying to figure out whether she was hungry, thirsty, hurt, sick, tired, dirty, overwhelmed…. You get the picture. In Autism circles, they call it iceberg theory. The behaviour you see is the iceberg. The causes are under the surface.

As Bethany developed, she became adept at pulling us places to try and show us what she wanted. She eventually learned to gesture and to point (often with her middle finger unfortunately). But it was still difficult to figure out what she was wanting at times.

We bought “now and next” boards and picture cards, so we could have visual schedules to let her know the plan. Sometimes she ran to us with a picture of what she wanted. We used words with the pictures to help her learn. We used physical object references to help her understand the names of the objects. We played Yakka Dee on repeat on BBC iPlayer. We tried to keep our language as simple as possible. At school they used pictures, symbols, Makaton, and speech. I became aware that some gestures Bethany was using at home were Makaton signs. I signed up for a basic Makaton course.

Just over a year ago, Bethany started to say mummy. She was six years old. It was special to me to finally hear it. Last summer she started to say daddy. My husband was beginning to think it would never happen. She can say “Lucy” but seems to have given Lucy the nickname “Shula” instead.

With the increase in Bethany’s verbal abilities, the behavioural meltdowns have reduced significantly. They still happen sometimes, but far less frequently, and sometimes just because we have said “no” to her about something. She can be extremely stroppy when she does not get her way.

We are pleased that Bethany is now able to communicate to a basic standard, but I wonder if she will ever be able to tell me that her throat is sore or that her joints are aching. I wonder if she will ever be able to answer questions or tell us about her day at school.

I wonder if she will ever manage to have a normal conversation or discussion. Will she be able to discuss history or science? Will she ever have political or religious opinions and be able to voice them? Will she ever be able to explain if anyone does anything inappropriate to her? Will she communicate above a basic standard of needs and wants?

I don’t know the answers to these questions. I could choose to live in fear of the answers to these questions.

But I do not choose fear. I choose to hope.

This girl, Bethany, has come so far! And she is a determined girl. I refuse to limit her. May she fulfil all her potential!

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Autism and Toilet-Training

Most people expect to have children. We expect that those children will hit certain milestones at certain times. We expect them to roll over by six months, crawl by a year, walk by eighteen months, be talking by age two, and be fully potty-trained by age four. But what if they don’t meet those milestones?

I never expected to give birth to a child who had cleft lip and palate. I didn’t expect her to have Autistic Spectrum Disorder. And I certainly didn’t expect that I would still be toilet-training her at the age of almost seven years old. And yet here we are. The Spark for Autism website states that “Among 4- to 5-year-olds, 49 percent of autistic children were not toilet-trained, compared with 24 percent of children with developmental delay. By comparison, only 8 percent of typically developing children in that age range were not toilet trained” Spark referenced to a 2022 study which can be found here: https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/35170572/

There is unfortunately ignorance about this struggle to toilet-train even within the Education sector. I am fortunate that my daughter attends Special School where the staff are aware of all the difficulties that Autistic children have to overcome, but I have a friend whose six-year-old son is in mainstream school but isn’t yet toilet-trained. His teacher doesn’t seem to understand why, and my friend feels a lot of pressure just to get him trained. “If only it was that simple,” she said to me almost in tears. I understood, because it’s a struggle I have experienced.

What are the reasons that autistic children struggle with toilet training? One reason is that autistic people experience an intense “desire for sameness” as well as anxiety around new things. The child is used to wearing nappies. They are used to continuing playing while they do their business in a nappy. It’s comfortable to them and normal. Learning new routines and new ways of doing things causes them intense anxiety, resulting in significant behavioural issues to be managed during the training process.

This was the issue with my daughter. She knew what needed to be done, and she was aware of her bodily functions, but I couldn’t force her to use the toilet until she was ready. She used to slam down the toilet lid and make vehement noises in protest while stomping her feet. She was not going to progress until she felt emotionally ready. She was essentially clinging to toddlerhood, because that’s what she knew. That was what she felt comfortable with. Thankfully she is now making significant progress towards being fully-trained, but that progress only came when she was willing to cooperate with the process.

Another reason autistic children struggle to toilet-train is because of sensory issues they have around using the toilet. They may not like the sound of the flush, the brightness of the light in the bathroom, the feel of the toilet seat, or even the physical act of toileting on a toilet. They may have extreme fear of falling into the toilet. They may have a fear of “different” toilets leading them to use the toilet at home but not at school, or completely refusing to use public toilets.

Sometimes there is a medical reason autistic children struggle with toilet-training. According to the Mayo Clinic “children with autism spectrum disorder (ASD) tend to have more medical issues, including gastrointestinal (GI) symptoms such as abdominal pain, constipation and diarrhea, compared with their peers.” (Autism spectrum disorder and digestive symptoms – Mayo Clinic) Processing these challenges from a sensory perspective is hard for these children, let alone adding the pressure of learning a new skill to the mix.

Sometimes the child is completely unaware or unaffected by their bodily cues. They don’t understand that they need “to go,” or they don’t mind being in a damp or soiled nappy. It just doesn’t affect them.

Communication problems are a significant feature of Autism. Autistic people often struggle to understand language and they often struggle to express themselves in language. Many are not be able to express that they need to use the toilet, and don’t understand the routines they are expected to follow in the bathroom. Visual aids with pictures of routines and PECS (Picture Exchange Communication System) can be very helpful in these situations.

If you have a two-year-old who is already using the potty, or a child who was toilet-trained by the age of four that’s fantastic. But count yourself fortunate. And when you hear of a six or seven-year-old who’s still in nappies, please don’t judge, or assume the parent is incompetent. The chances are, that parent has other children they’ve managed to toilet-train! Parents of children with special needs are desperate for support and encouragement, not judgment. We are honestly doing the best we can to help our children with significant difficulties.

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The Autism Cha Cha

When Bethany was two years old, we knew nothing about what I now refer to as the Autism Cha Cha. We saw very few steps forward. It was like Bethany developed to the age of nearly two and then just stopped hitting milestones. We couldn’t engage her with books, or even toys. She couldn’t talk and we could barely get her to respond to us when talking to her. If we did have eye contact we could get her to smile, or sometimes babble or giggle; but getting her to make eye contact was a struggle. The only things that really seemed to engage her fully were music, video, and physical activities such as soft play, the park and puddle jumping.

Bethany was born with cleft lip and palate, so we were getting lots of advice from the Cleft Speech and Language Therapist about ways of engaging her focus and attention that we might model to her how to say different sounds and words. Nothing seemed to get her attention for more than a second..

Bethany’s behaviour deteriorated as she struggled to communicate with us, and we struggled to understand her. Sensory information overwhelmed her ability to process that information as Bethany fought against all the necessary daily rituals of teeth brushing, hair brushing, washing, and eating. At that point it felt like we were going backwards, never mind forwards. She spent her days watching Disney princesses on TV, scattering toys everywhere (but not playing with them), and lining up stickle-brick people on the table.

I didn’t understand what was going on. I didn’t know about Iceberg Theory. I didn’t think about behaviour being communication. I was out of my depth and had no idea how to parent my wild child. I started seeking help from professionals and googling Bethany’s symptoms and behaviours. I finally realised that my child was probably Autistic.

We eventually started getting advice and support. I attended some online workshops and a longer online course by the National Autistic Society. Bethany started attending some day-care play sessions, to give her some play therapy and social interaction. I got a much-needed break. Slowly, we began as a family to make progress.

However, with Autism, you can often take a step forward and then regress a step or two backwards. It’s sort of like a Cha Cha. Just when we start to feel like we’ve figured Bethany out and we’ve got this Autism thing covered, a sudden regression happens to keep us humble. Illness, a change in routine, a new situation: these things can all be difficult for autistic people to handle and sometimes cause a regression.

In the early days there was no progress; then with support and training we started to feel like we were making some progress followed by some regressions. Maybe it was one step forward and one step back. In the past year or two, Bethany has made huge strides in her development. Her “Cha Cha” has been more like two steps forward, one step back and repeat; but the overall trajectory has been forward motion.

It’s not a case though of progress towards becoming neurotypical. Bethany is always going to be Autistic. As her parents we want her to progress towards being able to cope with things that happen daily in our neurotypical world. We want her to be thriving, rather than barely surviving. We don’t want her to live her life shut away from the world, but rather we want her to experience the good things in life. We want her to feel supported and happy even when life at times is a lot harder for her because of her disorder. We want her to be flexible enough to cope with real life changes that she will have no control over. Above all, we want her to be able to communicate her needs, whether by using Makaton, pictures, a technological device, or even hopefully by talking.

As a parent, there is a lot of joy in seeing your children grow up and meeting their milestones. Crawling, the first word, talking, standing, walking, starting school, learning to read, doing sums, making “best” friends, moving up to High School, passing exams, finishing school, driving a car, attending college or university, dating, getting married, having children of their own. For Bethany and many other children with special needs, some of these milestones will never be reached. But we can jolly well celebrate the milestones we do see!

This past week, Bethany started saying, “I coming,” when we call her name. How wonderful that she is responding to her name! Last weekend she figured out how to pedal her bike properly. She regularly sings pitch perfect although the individual words are unclear. She knows her alphabet. She displays aggressive affection through tight squeezing hugs and repeated kisses. She can ask for a drink or food. She can let me know she needs help with her personal hygiene needs. She often say “ank you” (thank you).

Bethany is sometimes able to let me know she feels unwell, by saying “owie” and pointing perhaps to her ear. She moved up a class at Easter due to the progress made since September. On Friday I took her to Tesco, and she coped with me doing a small top-up shop; without running away or lying down on the floor. These are milestones for her. It is a joy to witness them. It’s a joy to see her happy and thriving.

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Determination

On Friday afternoon Bethany returned home from school with a certificate for “always being so determined in all her focused tasks.” This certificate made me smile. It nearly made me cry. It was an answer to prayer.

That certificate flooded my brain with memories of Bethany and her determined behaviours all through toddlerhood to now at just over 6.5 years old:

The child who I had to strap into her booster seat in order to brush her teeth and hair.

The child who thrashed about and screamed while I endeavored to brush as gently as possible.

The tornado who spun away from me or arched her back when she didn’t want to be held.

The child who seemed to have superhuman strength to wriggle free when I was holding her to keep her safe.

The child who kicked and writhed through nappy changes and ran away butt naked because she didn’t want to wear a nappy.

The child who fought hair washing with all her might.

The child who lay down on the floor and refused to move during walks and in shops when she’d had enough.

The child who slammed the toilet lid down repeatedly when she refused to toilet train.

My wild child.

My determined child.

The child I could never reason with.

She sees only her own way.

Bethany’s autism exacerbates typical childhood behaviours, making her overwhelmingly difficult to handle at times.

My prayer was that this wild determination would one day be channelled. That it could become a good characteristic and not just an overwhelming frustration for her weary parents.

That prayer is being answered. On Friday she brought home a certificate for her determination in her school work.

That’s my girl. She makes us proud.

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On Your Birthday Eve

Darling Bethany,

My thoughts are busy tonight as I remember the last four and a half years. I remember discovering I was pregnant with you, the joy of knowing we were adding to our little family, and that Lucy was to have a sibling. I remember the morning sickness, the afternoon headaches, the cheese and pickle cravings and the peanut butter toast. I was so happy and yet oblivious to the challenges which were to come.

At my 20 week anomaly scan I expected to find out your gender, but I had a nagging feeling that something else was going on. I was right. The ultrasound revealed you had a cleft lip and possibly cleft palate. A week or so later at a specialist scan we discovered your cleft lip was bi-lateral. The specialist advised the palate was very likely involved too. The next several weeks were full of apprehension, appointments, and excitement as your due date grew closer.

The obstetrician advised a c-section and I was so ready to hold you in my arms, as well as wanting to be home in time for Lucy’s birthday, so a c-section was scheduled.

The planned c-section was surreal (and so much better than an emergency c-section!) I walked down the corridor to theatre and laid down on the operating table. The staff were all cracking jokes as they prepped me for surgery, and I was cold. It was a “chilled out” experience in many ways. When you were born they did not hand you straight to me for skin to skin cuddles like they do in One Born Every Minute. I’m still mad about that. They said it was too cold (probably right) and took you to be wrapped up. They brought you back to me in recovery for a short cuddle, before taking you to Special Care. We were told they were concerned about your oxygen levels and you needed to be transferred to NICU in a different hospital.

Staff wheeled me up to Special Care in my bed to say goodbye to you. Then you were taken away. That night, in hospital recovering, the LORD gave me complete peace that He was in control. I was led to pray for your swift return to the same hospital as us. The next day, after a night on ventilation, you were returned to Special Care and us.

The next few days were a whirlwind of pumping breast milk, and going between the ward and special care to spend time with you and practice feeding you with the speciality feeding bottles that CLAPA had sent us. You were delivered on a Friday morning, and the following Wednesday we were allowed to take you home. We were all home in time for Lucy’s birthday.

Your first year of life saw the worst Winter Snow Storm (The Beast from the East) witnessed in Wales for many years. You had two major surgeries on your lip and your palate. The second op was an especially difficult recovery and involved a hospital re-admission due to dehydration. During that time God was our refuge and strength. He was a very present help to us during our time of trouble.

You were a lovely baby. Happy and easy for the the most part (except in the late evenings). You were curious and engaged and would sit on my lap to look at books with me. You made eye contact.

Somewhere in your second year of life, that all changed. You didn’t interact with us as much. You didn’t respond to your name. You wouldn’t point and you avoided eye contact. Speech was lacking. The only thing you would give any attention to was DVDs or Music. You played by yourself and not with others, except occasionally your sister.

The health visitor came to assess you and decided to refer you for global development delay. Then the global pandemic hit our shores and the nation went into lockdown. That Spring and Summer was hard. I was doing home learning with your sister and watching you retreat into your own little world. I was worried about you. I cried out to the Lord for help. I rang all the professionals I could to seek support and advice.

In August and September that support came. A trickle at first and then a flood. So many professionals got involved and there was a lot of advice to absorb. I already knew you had Autism, but we needed to get you diagnosed in order to get you the help you would need going forward.

It was getting harder to manage your behaviour and frustrating for you because you couldn’t communicate your needs. We were all struggling. My joint pain was flaring and there seemed to be no let up.

You were awarded funding for an assisted place, two sessions a week at a local nursery to help you along. Then at Christmas 2020 another lockdown happened. You stopped saying “Mama.”

In February, you began regular nursery. I began to feel like I was no longer submerged. I was given things to try at home to help with communication and transitions.

Finally in June, the Autism diagnosis came. I was expecting it, but seeing it in writing was both heavy and relieving. We felt validated. We weren’t going mad. We weren’t bad parents. We were dealing with a disabled child. A beautiful, affectionate, and funny child who had extreme difficulty processing and understanding language. Our precious child who already had to deal with major surgeries as a baby faced the reality of learning to manage a lifelong disability.

Where are we now? You are four years old and currently only able to clearly say one word in the correct context: “Hug.” My darling child, we will give you all the hugs and help you need. Your life has brought us all challenges, but you have brought us great joy too. Your smiles, hugs and kisses are heart melting. Your enthusiasm and laughter are infectious. Your love of music and dancing is precious. Your skill at communicating your desire without speaking is clever. Your love of dresses and the colour purple is adorable. You will never know a stranger as you are so confident and independent. There is a danger in this, but I pray it will serve you well.

In short, my Bethany, we loved you before you were born. We loved when you were born, with your cute wide cleft smile. We loved you through two major surgeries. We loved you before autism was a thought in our heads. We loved you and laughed with you through a global pandemic. And we love you now as our precious autistic daughter. You are valued and loved. You have faced and will face challenges that other children never will. But you are a fighter. You are strong. And you have praying parents and an Almighty God to help you.

Verses:

“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear.” Psalm 46:1-2a

“Then Samuel took a stone and set it up… and called it’s name Ebenezer, saying, “Thus far the LORD has helped us.” 1 Samuel 7:12

“Hear my cry, O God; Attend to my prayer. From the end of the earth I will cry to You, When my heart is overwhelmed; Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.” Psalm 61:1-2