Showing posts with label dyslexia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dyslexia. Show all posts

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Catholic, Homeschooling, and Dyslexic: Diagnosis

I probably should have started this series with the diagnosis.  Better late than never.

How did we find out that Edmund is dyslexic?


In kindergarten, his teacher wanted him tested for speech. No issue there. He just couldn't pronounce all 6 sounds for "r" yet, including the sound in her name. His vocabulary tested at age 14. Maybe above that. They stopped testing him when he demonstrated mastery of a 14 year old's vocabulary.

When Edmund was in kindergarten, I read Tolkien's The Hobbit to him. He loved it.

I met with his teacher about his "not meeting expectations" grades and she emphasized that he was one of the younger children in the classroom. How could this be? He has a January birthday!


Lots of children, especially boys, are held back these days. I've heard it called "the Texas Hold'em." Kindergarten expectations have soared. Children are expected to read BEFORE kindergarten. Along with increased height and strength for sports purposes, there are loads of advantages with waiting until a kid is age 6 before entering kindergarten. Wish I had done this for my boys. But hindsight is 20/20.


In first grade, he bombed the five word spelling test each week.  I met with his teacher. She stressed that "boys are late bloomers." Edmund is left-handed. The teacher explained that left-handed boys are especially late bloomers. She saw no reason to have him tested for anything.

Disney Princesses do exist!
Second grade, he muddled along with a kind teacher who graded him kindly. Plus, I found a lovely Disney Princess reading specialist tutor to work with Edmund on reading and spelling after school. We loved her and she loved Edmund, and she moved away a few years later.


Third grade, another kind-hearted teacher who loved him and saw nothing wrong with him. Straight As. But, third grade brought the first standardized tests.

He scored below the fifth percentile.

Gut punch.

Still, the teacher sighted boys, left-handers, late-bloomerism.  She did amend his spelling tests to ten words instead of twenty. She also let us have spelling words and some test assignments early so that the tutor could help him study and pre-read the tests.

My late sister, Mary, was an educator in a Catholic school that specializes in serving learning disabled kids.  No, not in my diocese unfortunately. The Archdiocese of St. Louis has a Special Ed department. They test kids for disabilities and educate learning disable students. As far as I know, it's the only Catholic diocese in the nation that serves learning disabled students.


I spoke with Mary often over these years, asking her for advice, telling her my fears. She was/is Edmund's godmother, and was so very helpful to me during this time. She was the one to suggest testing him for learning disabilities.  Her exact words were "if there is that big of a discrepancy between his grades and his test scores, that's a red flag. That signifies a learning disability."

This is my last picture of Mary, Christmas 2011.  She passed away in July of  2012. You can read more about her here.
Another friend agreed with Mary and had the name and number of a neuropsychologist that she had used with her own children.

I called the number, made an appointment for four months out, and waited.

That spring, after a day of testing, we learned that Edmund is smart, but learning disabled, specifically in reading. Learning disabilities in reading are many and varied. Edmund's disability specifically has to do with phonemes and phonemic awareness. All learning disabilities that have to do with reading fall under the umbrella of dyslexia.

Undiagnosed.
Having a diagnosis was so freeing!  I can't tell you what it meant to Edmund and me and Patrick to learn that he is not lazy (as one teacher surmised "Perhaps he just wasn't paying attention in kindergarten."), he is not stupid, he is handicapped. And there was so much we could do about it!

Sixteen weeks after the testing, we received a 16 page report from the neuropsych that included recommendations for re-learning how to read with a multi-sensory curriculum. I found a Wilson tutor, and another wonderful relationship was formed. You can read about that tiny miracle and how my sister guides her godson from the afterlife here.

Once we had a diagnosis, the Catholic school was willing to make some accommodations for Edmund, including reading standardized tests to him and giving him extra time for all tests.


However, in fourth grade, the day of the standardized test, I was informed that he would not be given any accommodations without an IEP (Individualized Education Plan). In the eyes of the administrator, the 16 page report from an MD was worthless without a piece of paper from the public school system.

Off to the public school we went! And they used that 16 page report, administered one or two additional tests, observed him in his classroom and corroborated everything that the neuropsychologist had concluded. What a pile of red tape and wasted time to help a child.

We did learn one interesting fact. The school psychologist who observed Edmund reported that he paid attention better than 80% of his classmates. Boom.

We muddled through fourth grade despite his teacher's confusion about learning disabilities vs. behavioral disabilities. "He seems to understand. He sits still in the classroom." And headed into fifth grade.

Despite, the diagnosis and subsequent IEP (Individualized Education Plan), our Catholic school was unable to meet Edmund's needs. You can read about our transition to homeschooling here.


In addition to attending St. Jude's School for Kids Who Want to Read Good and Do Other Things Good Too, Edmund still sees a Wilson tutor for two hours a week. They are finished with the Wilson program, so together they read books, write reports, and work on spelling and grammar.

Edmund uses Bookshare on an iPad and since the first of this year, he has completed three novels on his own (not for school) and is well into his fourth.


Bookshare is paid for by a grant from the federal government for students with a diagnosis of dyslexia. Bookshare shows the text of a book while playing the audio, and here is the wonderful thing about Bookshare: It highlights each word as it's read to him. He can also adjust font size and audio speed to his own preferences.


We were very fortunate at the time of Edmund's testing that it was covered by our health insurance. The diagnosis and IEP are valid for three years, so we will have to decide how to go about repeating the experience next year post-Obamacare.

If you think your child might have a learning disability, or if you see a huge discrepancy between grades and standardized test scores, private medical testing, or testing through your local public school district might shed some light.

Other posts I've written on these topics:

The Founding of St. Jude's School for Kids Who Want To Read Good and Do Other Things Good Too or How Edmund Quit School

My interview with Micaela at California to Korea on How I Homeschool

Catholic, Homeschooling, and Dyslexic:  Religion Class

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

WWRW: in which Hell has frozen over

Me?  Reviewing non-fiction?  Reviewing books that I haven't even completely read?  Perhaps during the Polar Vortex we are emerging from, Hell has frozen over.



On New Year's Eve, a dear and trusted friend told me about Malcolm Gladwell's new book,David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits, and the Art of Battling Giants.


Specifically, she was telling me about the chapter on dyslexia.  Something like 30% of all successful entrepreneurs are dyslexic.   The chapter is named David Boies:  You wouldn't wish dyslexia on your child, or would you?

I read that chapter, and it was nice little summary/intro to the much more scientifically researched book that I am entrenched in called The Dyslexic Advantage: Unlocking the Hidden Potential of the Dyslexic Brain by Brock and Fernette Eide.


The theory behind The Dyslexia Advantage is that the dyslexic brain works so differently from the non-dyslexic brain, yet excels in very specific areas that the non-dyslexic brain struggles with, perhaps dyslexia is more of an "other-ability" rather than a disability.  That's my rudimentary layman's translation of the idea behind a book that I am only 33% finished with.

Though I am reading it very slowly, sometimes mumbling phrases out loud over and over again before my fiction-soaked brain can absorb the meaning, I am quite astonished at the number and variety of highly successful people who have dyslexia including the inventor of the cd player, Einstein, and Leonardo da Vinci.
For example, one featured individual, Jack, states, "I still can't spell and I still don't know my multiplication tables, and I've never read a book cover to cover without books on tape, but hey-it's okay!  I'm doing just fine."

The authors continue, "Just fine for Jack includes a bachelor's degree in conservation and resource studies from the University of California-Berkeley, a master's in wildlife biology from the University of Montana, and a degree in scientific illustration from the University of California-Santa Cruz."

The Dyslexia Advantage is giving me great insight into the way Edmund's mind works.  Some chapters and talents don't really seem to apply to my son.  For example, unlike many dyslexics, Edmund does not really care for Legos and never has.

But these statements lay out some of his struggles with conventional schooling perfectly:
A classic example is the multiple-choice exam.  Cynics might be forgiven for suspecting that multiple-choice exams-with their terse, dense, noncontextual sentences-were designed specifically to trip up individuals with dyslexia who excel in detecting secondary meanings or distant word relationships.  These examinees will often pore over a multiple-choice exam like a lawyer vetting a contract, finding loopholes, ambiguities, and potential exceptions where none are intended.  While their classmates evaluate questions with a "reasonable doubt" standard, they search for "proof beyond a shadow of a doubt."   As a result, even a hint of uncertainty leads them to reject answers that most students would identify as correct.  If their reading is also somewhat dodgy, the multiple-choice exam usually becomes a nightmare.  But even dyslexic students who read longer passages or whole books with excellent comprehension may struggle with multiple-choice exams.
Even at St. Jude's School for Kids Who Want to Read Good and Do Other Things Good Too, Edmund struggles with his online audio Faith and Life religion tests, precisely because they are multiple-choice.  Patrick and I have gone over his wrong answers, and the reasons he gives for not choosing the correct answer often involve that it was not correct enough, or that the answer he chose was correct and more open-ended.

So, that's the tome I'm wrestling with these days.  Let's hear what you've been reading:

Friday, August 23, 2013

Seven Quick Links

1.  This series of blog posts relates one mother's presentation on autism to her son's classmates.  Phenomenal.

2.  While I don't have an autistic child, I do have a dyslexic one.  I found this informative piece today.

3.

I saw District 9 years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday.  That movie was so well done.  Here is Father Barron's philosophical spin on it.

4.  Buzzfeed has posted two pro-life lists this week.  Here is their list on 8 Outrageous Things Planned Parenthood Was Caught Doing.  Do yourself a favor.  Don't read the combox.  Just say a prayer for those people.

5.  Here is the other pro-life Buzzfeed list.  10 Celebrities Who Came Out as Pro-Life.  There ought to be more women and minorities on this list, but it's a start.

6.  

Speaking of pro-life stuff, I've been avoiding Pepsi products for some time now.  When my teens give me crap about that, I just say, "I don't like the taste of fetal stem cells."
I was absolutely thrilled to read this article from last month that PepsiCo “would not conduct or fund research — including research performed by third parties — that utilizes any human tissue or cell lines derived from embryos or fetuses.”  (And I have no idea why that quote is messing up my spacing on this post.  Blergh.)

Hooray!  Now, we can get sodas at Costco again!


7.  Lastly, just a video about someone's DUI.  DUIs are definitely not funny, but just watch this.  It's pretty funny.

 

Linking up with Jen at Conversion Diary, and then putting my sinus mask on to defeat this headache.

Darn It!  Today is just too gorgeous to have a migraine.

Showing posts with label dyslexia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dyslexia. Show all posts

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Catholic, Homeschooling, and Dyslexic: Diagnosis

I probably should have started this series with the diagnosis.  Better late than never.

How did we find out that Edmund is dyslexic?


In kindergarten, his teacher wanted him tested for speech. No issue there. He just couldn't pronounce all 6 sounds for "r" yet, including the sound in her name. His vocabulary tested at age 14. Maybe above that. They stopped testing him when he demonstrated mastery of a 14 year old's vocabulary.

When Edmund was in kindergarten, I read Tolkien's The Hobbit to him. He loved it.

I met with his teacher about his "not meeting expectations" grades and she emphasized that he was one of the younger children in the classroom. How could this be? He has a January birthday!


Lots of children, especially boys, are held back these days. I've heard it called "the Texas Hold'em." Kindergarten expectations have soared. Children are expected to read BEFORE kindergarten. Along with increased height and strength for sports purposes, there are loads of advantages with waiting until a kid is age 6 before entering kindergarten. Wish I had done this for my boys. But hindsight is 20/20.


In first grade, he bombed the five word spelling test each week.  I met with his teacher. She stressed that "boys are late bloomers." Edmund is left-handed. The teacher explained that left-handed boys are especially late bloomers. She saw no reason to have him tested for anything.

Disney Princesses do exist!
Second grade, he muddled along with a kind teacher who graded him kindly. Plus, I found a lovely Disney Princess reading specialist tutor to work with Edmund on reading and spelling after school. We loved her and she loved Edmund, and she moved away a few years later.


Third grade, another kind-hearted teacher who loved him and saw nothing wrong with him. Straight As. But, third grade brought the first standardized tests.

He scored below the fifth percentile.

Gut punch.

Still, the teacher sighted boys, left-handers, late-bloomerism.  She did amend his spelling tests to ten words instead of twenty. She also let us have spelling words and some test assignments early so that the tutor could help him study and pre-read the tests.

My late sister, Mary, was an educator in a Catholic school that specializes in serving learning disabled kids.  No, not in my diocese unfortunately. The Archdiocese of St. Louis has a Special Ed department. They test kids for disabilities and educate learning disable students. As far as I know, it's the only Catholic diocese in the nation that serves learning disabled students.


I spoke with Mary often over these years, asking her for advice, telling her my fears. She was/is Edmund's godmother, and was so very helpful to me during this time. She was the one to suggest testing him for learning disabilities.  Her exact words were "if there is that big of a discrepancy between his grades and his test scores, that's a red flag. That signifies a learning disability."

This is my last picture of Mary, Christmas 2011.  She passed away in July of  2012. You can read more about her here.
Another friend agreed with Mary and had the name and number of a neuropsychologist that she had used with her own children.

I called the number, made an appointment for four months out, and waited.

That spring, after a day of testing, we learned that Edmund is smart, but learning disabled, specifically in reading. Learning disabilities in reading are many and varied. Edmund's disability specifically has to do with phonemes and phonemic awareness. All learning disabilities that have to do with reading fall under the umbrella of dyslexia.

Undiagnosed.
Having a diagnosis was so freeing!  I can't tell you what it meant to Edmund and me and Patrick to learn that he is not lazy (as one teacher surmised "Perhaps he just wasn't paying attention in kindergarten."), he is not stupid, he is handicapped. And there was so much we could do about it!

Sixteen weeks after the testing, we received a 16 page report from the neuropsych that included recommendations for re-learning how to read with a multi-sensory curriculum. I found a Wilson tutor, and another wonderful relationship was formed. You can read about that tiny miracle and how my sister guides her godson from the afterlife here.

Once we had a diagnosis, the Catholic school was willing to make some accommodations for Edmund, including reading standardized tests to him and giving him extra time for all tests.


However, in fourth grade, the day of the standardized test, I was informed that he would not be given any accommodations without an IEP (Individualized Education Plan). In the eyes of the administrator, the 16 page report from an MD was worthless without a piece of paper from the public school system.

Off to the public school we went! And they used that 16 page report, administered one or two additional tests, observed him in his classroom and corroborated everything that the neuropsychologist had concluded. What a pile of red tape and wasted time to help a child.

We did learn one interesting fact. The school psychologist who observed Edmund reported that he paid attention better than 80% of his classmates. Boom.

We muddled through fourth grade despite his teacher's confusion about learning disabilities vs. behavioral disabilities. "He seems to understand. He sits still in the classroom." And headed into fifth grade.

Despite, the diagnosis and subsequent IEP (Individualized Education Plan), our Catholic school was unable to meet Edmund's needs. You can read about our transition to homeschooling here.


In addition to attending St. Jude's School for Kids Who Want to Read Good and Do Other Things Good Too, Edmund still sees a Wilson tutor for two hours a week. They are finished with the Wilson program, so together they read books, write reports, and work on spelling and grammar.

Edmund uses Bookshare on an iPad and since the first of this year, he has completed three novels on his own (not for school) and is well into his fourth.


Bookshare is paid for by a grant from the federal government for students with a diagnosis of dyslexia. Bookshare shows the text of a book while playing the audio, and here is the wonderful thing about Bookshare: It highlights each word as it's read to him. He can also adjust font size and audio speed to his own preferences.


We were very fortunate at the time of Edmund's testing that it was covered by our health insurance. The diagnosis and IEP are valid for three years, so we will have to decide how to go about repeating the experience next year post-Obamacare.

If you think your child might have a learning disability, or if you see a huge discrepancy between grades and standardized test scores, private medical testing, or testing through your local public school district might shed some light.

Other posts I've written on these topics:

The Founding of St. Jude's School for Kids Who Want To Read Good and Do Other Things Good Too or How Edmund Quit School

My interview with Micaela at California to Korea on How I Homeschool

Catholic, Homeschooling, and Dyslexic:  Religion Class

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

WWRW: in which Hell has frozen over

Me?  Reviewing non-fiction?  Reviewing books that I haven't even completely read?  Perhaps during the Polar Vortex we are emerging from, Hell has frozen over.



On New Year's Eve, a dear and trusted friend told me about Malcolm Gladwell's new book,David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits, and the Art of Battling Giants.


Specifically, she was telling me about the chapter on dyslexia.  Something like 30% of all successful entrepreneurs are dyslexic.   The chapter is named David Boies:  You wouldn't wish dyslexia on your child, or would you?

I read that chapter, and it was nice little summary/intro to the much more scientifically researched book that I am entrenched in called The Dyslexic Advantage: Unlocking the Hidden Potential of the Dyslexic Brain by Brock and Fernette Eide.


The theory behind The Dyslexia Advantage is that the dyslexic brain works so differently from the non-dyslexic brain, yet excels in very specific areas that the non-dyslexic brain struggles with, perhaps dyslexia is more of an "other-ability" rather than a disability.  That's my rudimentary layman's translation of the idea behind a book that I am only 33% finished with.

Though I am reading it very slowly, sometimes mumbling phrases out loud over and over again before my fiction-soaked brain can absorb the meaning, I am quite astonished at the number and variety of highly successful people who have dyslexia including the inventor of the cd player, Einstein, and Leonardo da Vinci.
For example, one featured individual, Jack, states, "I still can't spell and I still don't know my multiplication tables, and I've never read a book cover to cover without books on tape, but hey-it's okay!  I'm doing just fine."

The authors continue, "Just fine for Jack includes a bachelor's degree in conservation and resource studies from the University of California-Berkeley, a master's in wildlife biology from the University of Montana, and a degree in scientific illustration from the University of California-Santa Cruz."

The Dyslexia Advantage is giving me great insight into the way Edmund's mind works.  Some chapters and talents don't really seem to apply to my son.  For example, unlike many dyslexics, Edmund does not really care for Legos and never has.

But these statements lay out some of his struggles with conventional schooling perfectly:
A classic example is the multiple-choice exam.  Cynics might be forgiven for suspecting that multiple-choice exams-with their terse, dense, noncontextual sentences-were designed specifically to trip up individuals with dyslexia who excel in detecting secondary meanings or distant word relationships.  These examinees will often pore over a multiple-choice exam like a lawyer vetting a contract, finding loopholes, ambiguities, and potential exceptions where none are intended.  While their classmates evaluate questions with a "reasonable doubt" standard, they search for "proof beyond a shadow of a doubt."   As a result, even a hint of uncertainty leads them to reject answers that most students would identify as correct.  If their reading is also somewhat dodgy, the multiple-choice exam usually becomes a nightmare.  But even dyslexic students who read longer passages or whole books with excellent comprehension may struggle with multiple-choice exams.
Even at St. Jude's School for Kids Who Want to Read Good and Do Other Things Good Too, Edmund struggles with his online audio Faith and Life religion tests, precisely because they are multiple-choice.  Patrick and I have gone over his wrong answers, and the reasons he gives for not choosing the correct answer often involve that it was not correct enough, or that the answer he chose was correct and more open-ended.

So, that's the tome I'm wrestling with these days.  Let's hear what you've been reading:

Friday, August 23, 2013

Seven Quick Links

1.  This series of blog posts relates one mother's presentation on autism to her son's classmates.  Phenomenal.

2.  While I don't have an autistic child, I do have a dyslexic one.  I found this informative piece today.

3.

I saw District 9 years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday.  That movie was so well done.  Here is Father Barron's philosophical spin on it.

4.  Buzzfeed has posted two pro-life lists this week.  Here is their list on 8 Outrageous Things Planned Parenthood Was Caught Doing.  Do yourself a favor.  Don't read the combox.  Just say a prayer for those people.

5.  Here is the other pro-life Buzzfeed list.  10 Celebrities Who Came Out as Pro-Life.  There ought to be more women and minorities on this list, but it's a start.

6.  

Speaking of pro-life stuff, I've been avoiding Pepsi products for some time now.  When my teens give me crap about that, I just say, "I don't like the taste of fetal stem cells."
I was absolutely thrilled to read this article from last month that PepsiCo “would not conduct or fund research — including research performed by third parties — that utilizes any human tissue or cell lines derived from embryos or fetuses.”  (And I have no idea why that quote is messing up my spacing on this post.  Blergh.)

Hooray!  Now, we can get sodas at Costco again!


7.  Lastly, just a video about someone's DUI.  DUIs are definitely not funny, but just watch this.  It's pretty funny.

 

Linking up with Jen at Conversion Diary, and then putting my sinus mask on to defeat this headache.

Darn It!  Today is just too gorgeous to have a migraine.