I
was one of the lucky ones.
I
feel the need to share my twelve year journey. It hasn't been easy.
It has been filled with tears, frustration, loneliness, defeat, road
blocks, perceived dead ends, road diversions, loud voices, baby
steps, inspired people, determined people, caring people, new roads
taken, different options, tenacious behavior, and too many
experiences to list.
I
have an eighteen year old that is twice exceptional. That doesn't
mean that he is twice 'as good' as the next child. It is a term that
is unfamiliar to a lot of people, even educators. I chuckle at a
memory I have of sitting in an IEP school meeting. (Individual
Education Plan). I don't know if I will ever forget the blank stare
of one teacher's face when I said 'my child is twice exceptional, or
2X, as it is often called. The look that I got felt like he was
thinking 'oh, you are one of THOSE parents who think your child is SO
great”. Yes, I do think my kids are pretty great but that is NOT
what it means to be 2X or 2e.
Twice
exceptional.
The term twice
exceptional,
often abbreviated as 2e, has only recently entered educators' lexicon
and refers to intellectually gifted children
who
have some form of disability. He has a vocabulary two levels above
her peers, but cannot calculate 4 + 6. He can read a symphony but
cannot hold a pencil to write his own name. Are they gifted or
learning disabled? The answer is, both.
If
I haven't lost you yet, I want to share with you a portion of an
article from Eduction.com.
Gifted
children with learning
disabilities
(GT/LD) are known as "twice exceptional." Contrary to
popular belief, it’s actually a common issue. What is uncommon is
recognizing that the child is twice exceptional in the first place.
Until
fairly recently, finding a kid marked both “gifted” and “learning
disabled” was extremely rare. Mostly because no one was looking for
it. In the school environment, where kids are routinely put on a
track marked “honors” or “remedial,” “special needs” or
“college prep,” evaluators rarely looked for combination
children. They didn’t expect a gifted child to have dyslexia, or
realize the child with ADHD might also be brilliant at calculus.
Sally
Reis, principal investigator for the National Research Center on the
Gifted and Talented at the University of Connecticut, says that
“identifying GT/LD children is very hard because they look to the
rest of the world like average achievers. Their superior gifts may be
compensating for and masking their learning disability.” And in
turn, their disabilities may disguise their giftedness.
In
fact, although estimates say that as many as 20 percent of
students have some form of learning difference, most twice
exceptional children are never identified. Parents and educators tend
to throw all their strength at “curing” the disability,
dismissing the hidden talents they discover along the way. When they
do recognize giftedness, they expect kids to “work harder” or
“pull it together.” Reis says, “It’s like saying to a blind
person, if you really work hard at seeing, you’ll be able to see.”
So
how can we help a child we suspect is twice exceptional? The first
step is diagnosis. Qualities and symptoms will differ, depending on
the disability holding them back, but here are a few signs common in
GT/LD children:
- An outstanding talent or ability
- Discrepancy between expected and actual achievement
- Difficulty getting along with peers
- Low self-esteem
- Evidence of underachieving
- The appearance of laziness and an inability to focus or concentrate.
One
of the main problems for twice exceptional children is the fact that
today’s schools are very heavily focused on reading and writing.
Unfortunately, these are two of the most common problematic areas for
gifted children with learning disabilities. Quite often it is
difficult for them to learn and excel in a heavily linguistic and
auditory school environment.
(I
have to get back on track and get off my soap box, but if you want to
know more in this area, look up this other article too:
Dual Exceptionalities
By
Colleen Willard-Holt — Council for Exceptional Children (CEC),
Division of Learning Disabilities (DLD)
Updated
on Mar 8, 2010
Gifted
students with disabling conditions remain a major group of
underserved and understimulated youth (Cline, 1999). The focus on
accommodations for their disabilities may preclude the recognition
and development of their cognitive abilities. It is not unexpected,
then, to find a significant discrepancy between the measured academic
potential of these students and their actual performance in the
classroom (Whitmore & Maker, 1985). In order for these
children to reach their potential, it is imperative that their
intellectual strengths be recognized and nurtured, at the same time
as their disability is accommodated appropriately.
OK.
Now if I haven't lost you....continue with me.
I
have SO many memories swirling through my head, I don't know where to
start. Most of them are not great ones, but filled with frustrations
and uncertainty.
When
my last son was born, all seemed to be normal. It was a normal
pregnancy, normal delivery, normal everything. EXCEPT, he didn't
start to talk until he was three years old. I thought this was due to
continuous ear infections, with tubes in and tubes out, stays in the
hospital because of contagious infections. He was in isolation for
about four days during one hospital day. Tonsils out, adenoids,
out....All the challenges of non-stop ear infections. We had early
intervention specialist in our home, teaching us/him sign language so
we could communicate, trying to relieve frustration from
communication challenges.
We
were in a program with other families of children, mostly boys, that
weren't speaking. We tried every avenue that I could find. I remember
I knew something was different when we were at a 'wet/dry table
playing with different textures. This certain day was spaghetti. He
was about 2 years old and would NOT touch that for any bribe I would
try to give him. I recalled when he was about that same age, shopping
at SAMS and I would place ground beef in my shopping cart. He would
take one look at it and then lean over his seat and vomit on the
floor. I knew he had a problem with textures. I couldn't get him to
wear certain clothes because they 'bugged him'. I remember telling my
husband to 'choose your battles', if he didn't want to wear a belt,
or certain pants, or shirts that buttoned down, let's choose another
battle to conquer.
Now,
my brain is REALLY swirling with memories. I think I need an editor
to help me put all this down properly. LOL.
Let
me summarize some things to make this story go faster. By the age of
three, he finally started to talk.....and started reading at the same
time. I thought he was just able to memorize easily, but he was
reading three grade levels above his age group. Elementary school was
a challenge for us. I knew something was different but didn't know
what it was.
I
WAS ONE OF THE LUCKY ONES. He was placed with a Kindergarten
teacher that knew about love and touch. She knew exactly how to calm
him down when needed, how to start to direct me in getting some
needed guidance. MARY ARNOW, I will be forever grateful for our paths
crossing.
In
third grade, I was ONE OF THE LUCKY ONES. Adam was placed with
Melodie Larsen. She was a veteran school teacher with years of
experiences. It was this year that we were able to set up our first
IEP. She taught with such patience that I finally had hope for my
son.
Sadly,
that didn't last. The next year, we decided to move our family from
South Ogden Utah to Hurricane Utah in Southern Utah.
New
struggles started again. I was continually frustrated with the school
principal and the teacher assigned to Adam. He had a great speech
teacher but that is the ONLY thing I can say good about that school.
I got absolutely no where with the school principal. I don't know why
he ever went into teaching or administration because he was among the
worse that I had ever ran across.
So,
I tried home schooling. That lasted three years, two for both of my
boys. Then I put my oldest one back into public school and continued
on with Adam for another year alone at home.
Some
things worked, some things didn't . The thing that worked was I was
able to take him off all the medications the doctors and teachers
seemed to think he needed. No medications were working. Diagnosis:
Oh, he is ADD, or maybe ADHD, or maybe he has high functioning
Aspergers, or...whatever they thought.
It
took EVERY ounce of patience that I had to keep going. And, I admit,
some days I didn't do too well. When I got to the point of screaming,
I had to leave the room. Adam could not do the grade level work
required of him and there was no way to customize the lesson plans to
meet his educational needs. He hated math because he couldn't do it.
His brain just could not compute where needed. However, he did pretty
good with language and reading.
Let
me insert a comment here. Adam went through a few IQ/Abilities
testing. A Test called Woodcock and Johnson was one of them. Adam
always scored 'off the charts' in the reading and language but hardly
even 'made the chart' in math skills. He couldn't write physically.
We tried the key board and head phones and dictation and me doing his
writing. We had him tested for occupational therapy classes. We tried
big pencils, and smaller pencils. We tried pens and markers. He just
couldn't write/print well at all. It was a constant battle.
By
his Freshman year, I was physically and mentally exhausted. I felt
as if I had given it my all. I couldn't home school anymore. I was
making myself physically sick. Without any options left, I put him
back into public school. I felt as if I had failed him.
BUT,
I am one of the lucky ones. His sophomore year,
we were given a miracle in the form of a teacher name of Suzan Ort.
And his Junior and Senior years, the second miracle was named Sarah
Beth Gibbs. These teachers saved Adam's life. School was NOT easy for
him. These two Special Ed-teachers were able to make accommodations
that no other teacher even suggested. This is where I will say that
the PUBLIC school system could have failed my son BUT these two
teachers DID NOT. These teachers did not give up on him the years
they had him.
They
understood the term 'twice exceptional' and knew how to go about
forming a team of support by communicating with other teachers,
working on less stressful lesson plans, making adaptation of time
schedules, test schedules, stress relief situations, and anything
else they could think of that he needed during these years.
I
have to say that Ms. Gibbs is totally responsible at seeing my son
receive his high school diploma. At least, that is how I feel.
Without her, Adam would have been lost in the system. He would have
been overlooked in the general population.
For
two years in public school, Adam did not have ONE friend, did not
attend one activity, did not attend one dance, he was NOT included in
anyone's activities nor did he get invited to join in anything. Why?
Because he was 'a bit different'.
The
ONE highlight of Adam's high school years was when he competed in the
Christmas time talent show. When he asked me if he could participate,
I hesitantly said yes and asked him what he would do. When he told me
'play the guitar' I responded with 'do you know how”. And he
answered 'yes'. And when I asked him 'how', he told me that 'I
taught myself'. I had no idea that he even had picked up my old
guitar. I found out that he could listen to a song on you tube and he
could pick out the notes and play them. He won the contest that
year. The next day was the beginning of Christmas break.
His
junior year, that was the only thing is participated in. After
Christmas break, no one remembered that he had won and life went back
to the lonely stage, where kids would push him in the hallways, bump
into him and laugh, try to run him over in the parking lot. And the
lists go on.
Ms
Gibbs didn't forget however. She praised him and talked to him about
his music and really cared about Adam. Adam,the person, Adam, a human
being. Adam, himself. She understood what it meant to be 'twice
exceptional'. Adam was.
The
other life changing event that took place during this same time
period was that Adam was hired on at our local movie theater. This is
where he met his PUBLIC life saver. His new boss was/still is Rick
Moser. He saw something in Adam. Adam blossomed when he walked into
this theater. While at school, when Adam was getting bullied almost
every day, he found refuge at work, where people treated him with
respect. They talked to him. They included him. He was a person. He
was a human being.
Again,
I was one of the lucky ones having these two teachers and this
one Boss enter into Adam's life.
Adam's
senior year started out challenging, but by the second semester, Ms.
Gibbs had a balance of online classes and a few in house classes that
FINALLY were working for Adam.
Another
challenge that Adam faced with courage and triumph, was in January
(2018) his dad had to undergo a stem cell replacement for multiple
myeloma cancer. Adam stayed alone for the 6 weeks that we were gone
to Salt Lake City/Huntsman Cancer Institute for treatment. He did his
own cooking, got himself up most of the days for school and got
himself to work every shift assigned to him. He had Angel neighbors
eyes watching out for him, his grandmother came for a week and stayed
with him and his work was his safe refuge.
Last
week,(thursday April 12th) Ms. Gibbs called me and said that Adam had
almost all the credits needed to graduate. He now had two options. He
could stay on the 'A' schedule classes and attend them the rest of
the school year or he could finish up two online classes that he had
already started. One was 70% complete, the other only 30% complete. I
was sure that Adam would take the option A but to my surprise, he
chose the online classes. One was a government class and the other an
Health class. He told this to Ms. Gibbs on Friday, April 13th.
On
Monday , April 16th, Adam put a certificate on top of my
lap top. I am going to try to attach it at the end of this story. It
was a certificate that he made the third quarter Honor Roll. This was
mainly the 6 weeks we were gone for cancer treatments. He had a 3.7
GPA.
Yes,
I was completely caught off guard. BUT, not as off guard as when he
came to me Tuesday morning, April the 17th and said...”I'm
done'. I thought that he meant, he was done with school/ fed up. And
he said, with this Cheshire looking smile on his face, “No, Mom,
I'm done WITH SCHOOL'! I was in complete shock. SO much so, that I
did not tell him, but I called his teacher to confirm this. ! Lol.
Adam has worked almost non stop ALL weekend long completing his two
online classes. Yes, He is done.
Twelve
years of school, done. Twelve years of IEP's done. Twelve years of
specialist and testings and everything else....he was done. His
teacher did tell me that he needed to finish one more IQ/Competency
testing, the Woodcock-Johnson testing.
He
did that on Wednesday, April 18th. She called me with the
test results. I. WAS. STUNNED.
She
said, I have to tell you about the results. He was 'off the
charts' on everything except this one small section of math
skills that he struggled with for 12 years. His reading, language
skills, comprehensive were above two plus years of COLLEGE. She
reminded me that his IQ was extremely high, that his scores were
outstanding. You still can not read his writing, he still has
terrible dexterity skills, except he can sure play a mean
guitar.....all self taught, of course.
Yes,
he is 'twice exceptional'. If you are reading this and this sounds
like YOUR child, I encourage you to FIGHT with everything in your
might for your child. DON”T give up. Work until YOU find the RIGHT
thing for him/her. You will have to fight the school system in many
areas!! MANY, MANY times I wanted to give up. I know this story is
long in reading, but I have only SCRATCHED the surface of the amount
of meetings, lectures, classes, articles, etc that I researched. I
stuck my neck out. I was put down by some educators, Ignored by
principals. Thought of as 'one of those mothers' who thought their child was the best. I can not even begin to tell you the amount of
tears I shed, the sleeplessness nights I had, the weight I gained.
The gray hairs, I have. I can't tell you how many times, I wanted to
give up, to even run away, to escape, etc. BUT, I did not.......
Adam
does not want to walk with his classmates at the formal graduation.
He doesn't have good memories of his high school years. It is so sad
to me, I wished that one classmate would have found a connection
with him and included him, but not one did. He is done with those
twelve years.
But.......
I
was one of the lucky ones. I have had a few great adults that
crossed paths with me and my son that have made all the difference in
his life.
I
will be forever grateful.