My First Product Review- The Master Opener from Kuhn Rikon

We bought this opener in December of 2013, I had had such a hard time getting Elizabeth to open cans for our cooking time or for her snacks ( she loves tomato soup).  I saw this and thought “Yes, something that will keep her hands safe”

She and I talked about how to use it and worked on her hand grip to get the right angle to get the hook under the can tab.  We practiced and practiced and then she GOT IT!   Lid off….soup is on!

We have worked on the other types of cans and bottles it opens and it really does help.

I advise watching them as they do this, so as to avoid a cut or other mishap.

For us, with Elizabeth’s dyspraxia, it is all about practice and practice.  It was hard for Elizabeth to orient herself as to which way to hold the opener, so I drew a smile face of the side of the tab opener that would be facing her when in use.  I told her to always look at the smile face.  This helped her to process which way to hold the handle and aided in her success.

I hope this product will help your child be just that much more independent.  Good luck!!

Something to Share

As a mom to a child with Global Dyspraxia,  the challenges of breaking down skills into manageable steps is challenging. And having the same child have Sensory Processing Disorder or (SPD) makes its it extra challenging.

Dyspraxia is a motor planning disorder that makes learning and completing motor tasks very difficult.  Skills like writing, coloring, and cutting can be affected. As are those of running, riding a bike and even talking.  For those new to my site, I have more information located on it about the disorder.

SPD,  is a disorder that affects how her nervous system processing information that we take in from all our senses.  For Elizabeth, all the sensory information feels wrong or offensive to her.

We have worked so hard to have Elizabeth achieve as much independence as possible.   Like most people who have Dyspraxia, she wants to do something by herself, but can’t.  This makes her frustrated. Continue reading

It Was Just a Bandaid

It has been forever since I have written a new post.  Life and a family illness has certainly stepped into my best laid plans.  I am sure we all know about that.  Just when you think you have things in order….you don’t.

It is that control thing again.  For me anyway, to be able to put something in order, or figure it out or organize something, makes me feel in control…of at least something.

But control can be a tricky thing.  If you try to control things and for a while all is going your way… when all is right with the world and you are just humming along,  you sort of feel empowered.  You kind of have that feeling like “Yep, I can relax, I have put things in order…so I am good”   If you get too much of this feeling, when things get complicated or out of order, it feels worse than ever and takes you longer to recover from the skid.

If you try to control things and you just CANNOT get things to go your way a certain level of frustration and then for me anger starts.  Kind of like asking yourself  “Why can’t I get anything to go the way I want”  At times like these, it seems hard to have one thing in order let alone enough to feel calm at all.

I bring up the control thing because it is my struggle.And again if I am being honest…the thing I wish to have in my control the most is all the goes on with Elizabeth and her disorders of dyspraxia and Sensory Processing Disorder.

I think because so early on in our journey with Elizabeth, I never knew how she was going to act in public or react to a situation or person that I tried to control so many variables that I got used to doing that.  We never went anywhere without my thinking through so many things…the where, the when, the what…and on and on of every situation.   It seemed if I did not do this, we would have a bad experience.  So I got conditioned to try to be in control.

As Elizabeth has gotten older, her world has become quite complex….I mean, come on, have you ever tried to follow the subtle nuances of the typical high schooler’s life.  Let alone their conversations.   As such, I have had to learn to lessen my hold on this control.   It is NOT easy, especially is you are me.  I am still working on this lesson

But life teaches us these lessons again and again whether we want them to or not.

Let me share the aluminum foil story…..

Elizabeth is walking around with a rather large bandaid on her finger today.  A bandaid to cover the nice slice she did to her finger grabbing the aluminum foil.  The aluminum foil I asked her to get to cover the dish before we put it in the oven.  This dish that was our dinner that night.  I asked her to get the aluminum foil.  and she grabbed it but she grabbed the sharp edge and …yep you know the rest.

Why does that nicely bandaged finger bring me to thoughts of control? Because, I again tried to remember everything when we were cooking.  How to break down the steps so she would succeed in doing them ( for her dyspraxia)  How to encourage her to touch this messy bowl to finish the recipe. ( ode to her SPD).   How to have her put something into the oven without burning herself.( just plain safety here) …need I go on?

I guess what I am saying here is…even though I was so busy trying to control variables …I can’t control them all….none of us can.  I am sure I have had these same epiphany many times before but for some reason this really hit home this time.

I watched Elizabeth deal with the blood, the pressure on her cut ( it was a bit deep too) and then the bandaid ( a BIG one).  She was absolutely great about the whole thing.  Because she was so great, it got me to think how far she has come, and that even though I try, So many things are simply not controllable.  I want to use this experience to help me remember this fact….to remember it when I want to fix her world…to remember it when she heads into a store for the first time….to remember it when I feel nervous.   I want to remember it period.

I need to be there for Elizabeth when something happens that I could not control instead of mentally chastising myself for letting this one slip through my layer of control.

I plan on using this experience to help me.  I offer it out to you to as well.

It really was just a bandaid on a finger but to me so much more.

I hope these thoughts help someone dealing with their own control.

I wish you a peaceful week.