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by thomas curwen
Ido, who is a non-verbal autistic teenager, takes a breather while working out at a local high school. He is also the author of the book, Ido in Autismland - Climbing Out of Autism’s Silent Prison, which was published in 2012.
In the ‘silent prison’ of autism, a teenage boy speaks out.
Ido Kedar sits at the dining room table of his West Hills, California, home. He fidgets in his chair, slouched over an iPad, typing. He hunts down each letter. Seconds pass between the connections.
... A-u-t-i-s-m-l-a-n-d ...
He coined the word, his twist on Alice’s Wonderland.
“C’mon,” says his mother, Tracy. “Sit up and just finish it, Ido. Let’s go.”
He touches a few more keys, and then, with a slight robotic twang, the iPad reads the words he cannot speak.
I think Autismland is a surreal place.
For most of his life, Ido has listened to educators and experts explain what’s wrong with him. Now he wants to tell them that they had it all wrong.
Last year, at the age of 16, he published Ido in Autismland. The book – part memoir, part protest – has made him a celebrity in the autism world, a young activist eager to defy popular assumptions about a disorder that is often associated with mental deficiency.
He hopes that the world will one day recognise the intelligence that lies behind the walls of his “silent prison”, behind the impulsivity and lack of self-control.
I want people to know that I have an intact mind.
Yet Ido gets nervous easily and likes to retreat to his room or to a cooking programme on television. At one point, after answering a few questions, he steps outside to pace beside the family swimming pool.
He plucks a rose and puts its petals into his mouth.
During summer, when temperatures in the San Fernando Valley push into triple digits, Ido’s refrain is “osha, osha”, and his father, Sharon, drives him over the mountains to the ocean.
Approaching Zuma Beach on a Sunday afternoon in September, Sharon repeats the rules: “Follow my instructions, and stay behind me at all times.”
“Eee, num, num, num,” Ido says with a laugh.
“You’re happy now that we’re going to the beach,” Sharon says.
They drop their towels in the sand by Tower 12. Ido waves his arms and grabs Sharon’s arm as they march into the waves.
Autism, Ido says, is like being on LSD, something he learned about in health class, and his experience in the world can be at times terrifying and overwhelming. Sensory minutiae that in other people are filtered and organised, collide indiscriminately in his brain. Feelings of anger, sadness, even silliness, can escalate, and he can have difficulty calming down.
The water surges around them. The sound of the waves and seagulls, the voices and screams of children and families, the surf, rising and falling, its ceaseless crescendo and diminuendo, rushes at Ido as a terrible cacophony like the buzzing of mosquitoes, loud and inescapable.
As unsettling and as unpredictable as autism is, it also brings a strange pleasure to Ido’s life. Glints of sunshine, pockets of shade mesmerise him, and objects in motion reveal traces of acceleration, like stop-motion photography.
He grabs a strand of kelp, strips off the leaves, and begins whipping it over and over in an S-pattern against the dissolving foam. Waves rise and fall against him, but he stays focused on the movement that he’s created against the water’s surface.
Like many of his repetitive behaviours – arm-flapping, finger-dancing, string-twirling – this gesture, referred to in the autistic community as a “stim” (for self-stimulation), enhances sensations around him and has a narcotic effect.
They take me to a sensory experience that is pretty intoxicating. I don’t get lightheaded, but I can get so absorbed in a stim I sort of vanish from my personhood.
A half-hour later, Ido and Sharon are heading home. Ido cues the Nutcracker Suite on the CD player. Tchaikovsky is one of his favourite composers. Flutes and oboes, trumpets and tuba, triangle, celesta and glockenspiel begin to weave their complex melody.
Music is a beautiful gift. I see pretty images of moving light. Different composers have different patterns.
Ido has a speech to write. In almost two weeks, he will address graduates from the department of special education at Cal State Northridge. The invitation came from a professor who calls Ido in Autismland one of the most profound books he’s read.
As committed as Ido is to explaining his experience with autism, he is equally passionate about how to teach autistic children. Some of his worst teachers have become his best teachers for what not to do, and he thinks he knows why.
They have to let go of their love of power.
Sitting in the living room, Tracy, Sharon and a friend, Adrienne Johnston, are helping Ido organise his thoughts. He is communicating with his letter board, a laminated piece of cardboard with the alphabet printed on it. His right hand dances among the letters, a blur of quick expression, far quicker than his iPad.
Johnston, who will be speaking at Northridge as well, works for the Los Angeles Unified School District and helps students with disabilities navigate from special education to general education classes.
She met Ido in middle school and continues to help him at Canoga Park High School.
“When I first graduated, I thought I knew it all,” she says, thinking about new teachers. “We need to remind them that their attitudes must be open.”
The special education idea is to maintain and contain.
“What should they do, sweetie?” his mother asks.
I think they should all be kept mute one day and sit in a low autism class as a student, listening to baby talk and the weather.
Tracy and her husband laugh. Years of frustration and guilt have turned to pride. She’s 53 and works as a school social worker and private therapist, and he’s 50, a geophysicist at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory.
They recall one administrator at a former school who insisted that Ido wasn’t doing the classroom work, that his aide was answering the questions.
It’s a familiar and painful memory. His dependency on others is considered evidence of his inability to think for himself.
After one of Ido’s presentations, Tracy was approached by an older man who asked if Ido really understood everything said to him.
“Eeeee, eeeee,” Ido interrupts.
“He was a bully,” Tracy says, remembering the administrator.
He told my teachers that I was not understanding the work. He would stand behind me taking notes on my behaviour. He told me that I would never graduate.
As an infant, Ido seemed to hit all his developmental benchmarks. He even began to talk at an early age. But somewhere between two and three, he suddenly felt as if he were standing at a divide in a road. Try as he might to join other children, he couldn’t.
Tracy remembers the day she got the phone call from the preschool.
“We have our concerns,” the administrator said.
Tracy and Sharon took Ido to a psychiatrist, who made the diagnosis in 20 minutes.
Ido was enrolled in Applied Behavior Analysis, the most popular and recognised treatment for the disorder.
For two years, aides set up school in his home and ran through daily drills to teach motor and social skills, such as how to eat with good manners and wash, how to recognise words and emotions, how to wave goodbye and point. Rewards came in the form of tortilla chips, cookies and tickles.
The lessons frustrated him, and the aides seemed unaware of his discomfort. They wanted, for instance, to teach him to maintain eye contact, but light reflecting off eyes unsettles him, and because he was unable to speak or coordinate his hands to indicate comprehension, the drills were repeated.
I felt kind of terrified when I was a kid that my life would be this way forever.
Once Ido started school, Tracy worked with him at home. She helped him hold a pen, and with her hand over his, she guided him through his letters.
He always loved letters. As a toddler, he would clap at the credit rolls on television and sit by the pool watching his grandfather paint the alphabet on the pavement. Ido enjoyed watching the patterns evaporate in the sun. Each letter, he says, has a unique personality; his favourite is H.
One day before his seventh birthday, Tracy and Ido were preparing invitations.
“Please come to my party,” they wrote, and when she asked him for the name of a friend, she felt him moving the pen. The lines were wobbly; his coordination was poor, but he was writing the letters himself.
After years of silence, Ido and Tracy had found a way to talk to each other.
When Ido was younger, he hid in a closet when visitors dropped by. On the eve of his 17th birthday in May, he is darting from the dining room into the kitchen. Family and friends have begun to arrive.
Tracy lights two candles for Sabbath and says a silent prayer. She turns to her son. “Happy birthday, Ido,” she says. “Here’s to a wonderful year, and may you continue to be a blessing.”
She kisses his forehead. Sharon drinks a little wine from a small silver cup they received when Ido was born.
After dinner, Ido twirls an upside-down plastic cup on his knife, hypnotised by the motion, and asks to be excused. He settles on the sofa to watch Alice in Wonderland.
Later, over marzipan and white chocolate cake, everyone gathers to sing “Happy Birthday”. But at the first words, Ido cups his hands over his ears. Soon, they are whispering the song.
Sensitive to sound, he often wears his “bulletproof” headphones, the type that shooters wear at firing ranges.
Of all his classes, Ido likes his honours English class most, especially because his teacher treats him like other students.
He knows that his behaviour is unusual.
He envies his sister, and wishes he had her independence and friends. Unlike some autism advocates who champion the disorder as an emblem of diversity, Ido would prefer to be typical.
Can I visit Autismland instead of living here? – Los Angeles Times/McClatchy-Tribune Information Services
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