
My youngest daughter
is 14
months old and not yet talking. For several weeks my husband and I have
been
commenting on her lack of language. Yes, we realize that 14 months is
still
very young, and I'm not sure exactly what we are expecting her to be
able to
verbalize, but, when you're the child of two psychologists and the
youngest
sibling to a sister with Autism, your developmental milestones are
under a
microscope.
The problem is two-fold: our oldest is completely
non-verbal and severely cognitively
impaired, in addition to her diagnosis of Autism. Her overall
developmental age
has been assessed at a 10 to 18 month old level. She is 13. That gives
you a
picture. Our middle two (ages four
and three) decided to make up for all the paucity of language in the
household
by being as loquacious as possible. For example, when my third child
turned
one, she had a vocabulary of 12 words, by 13 months, she had doubled
her
vocabulary and by 14 months she was constructing simple sentences and
had an
expressive vocabulary of close to 200 words. This
is not the sisterly act you want to follow. We
have no barometer for “normal” in
our household, given the stark contrasts in development between our
children. Certainly,
our baby seems to be quite “typical” though at times we admit to
fleeting
concerns. I suppose when Autism
has touched your family once, the question always lingers… will it
happen
again?
I watch my fourth little angel toddling happily
around the house, with her
"buh" and "duh" and a whole lot
of insistent screams and grunts and gestures when she wants something.
I watch
her with the innocent gaze of a novice Mother and the critical eye of a
seasoned professional. Oh, how cute (Is she pointing?
Is her finger isolated?) Look at
her walking!
(Is she coming to me when she gets hurt?). What big, beautiful
eyes (How is her eye contact?). She’s a little bit of a picky eater (Why is she avoiding certain foods, is
it sensory?). I try not to make
myself too crazy with these questions, yet sometimes I find myself
secretly
cataloging whether or not she can point to her body parts, imitate a
clap or
respond to her name. In all honesty, there are no major markers causing
us
alarm. Yet, I remember being so
blindsided by the diagnosis of my first born. A typical life turned upside down when she
lost her language skills overnight, began to avert her gaze, and only
ate
oatmeal. Perhaps this experience
tucks itself away in the back of my head.
It, at times, causes me to doubt, to fret, to do a double take,
to feel
uncertain. From this place
emanates a voice, thin and full of trepidation, whispering in my ear “Is it Autism?”
I stare at my baby girl's bowed mouth, adorable
earlobes, Buddha belly, and
giant blue eyes. The question haunts me again: Is it Autism? My daughter
locks eyes with mine and
grins, revealing her six silly little teeth. In
her face is an expression of unbridled love and joy.
I smile back and kiss her plump
cheek. Is it Autism? It is
then that I realize there is only question that need be answered: Does
it matter?
About
Author: Alicia DiFabio, Psy.D.
has her doctorate degree in Clinical
Psychology. After 12 years of working in
the field,
she now writes from home while raising her four young children.
aliciajclarke@yahoo.com