Written by GabbyI live closely with Aspergers Syndrome, my younger brother, Eli, was diagnosed with it when he was a toddler. He's the sweetest kid, but some of the issues were evident even when he was an infant. Eli did not say his first word until he was three (part of that problem being that I always talked for him) My parents had taken him to get his hearing checked three times before they believed he wasn't deaf. Boys as infants have a more prominent focus in gross motor skills while girls have more focus in fine motor skills. Eli was always very feminine in a fine motorrespect. He never just kicked and waved his arms and legs, he was always calm and content. He lacked social skills that most babies have, such as smiling, babbling, and mimicking sounds and facial expressions.My mom started taking him to therapy sessions at Children's Hospital in Cleveland twice a week when he was three. I had to come with them because I was only six, not yet old enough to stay home alone and I couldn't be watched by my dad because he was always traveling for work. While waiting for my brother to be done, my mom and I sat in the waiting room. Because we frequented the waiting room, my mom and the other parents with kids that had Aspergers got to really know each other. They talked about pets, extra curricular activities, their other kids, spouses, and occupation. And then an interesting observation was made: Every parent that was there for their child with Aspergers worked in either science or health care.
A theory came to mind when this realization was made: Aspergers and the IQs of parents of children with Aspergers in the medical and science field are in correlation with the development of Aspergers. Anything could factor into the development of a child with Aspergers; the combination of the chemical make-up of the parents' brains, or maybe even the experiences of the parents work while the child was in the womb. |
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| My Mom's occupation and IQ |
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| My Brother's IQ range |
My mom started taking him to therapy sessions at Children's Hospital in Cleveland twice a week when he was three. I had to come with them because I was only six, not yet old enough to stay home alone and I couldn't be watched by my dad because he was always traveling for work. While waiting for my brother to be done, my mom and I sat in the waiting room. Because we frequented the waiting room, my mom and the other parents with kids that had Aspergers got to really know each other. They talked about pets, extra curricular activities, their other kids, spouses, and occupation. And then an interesting observation was made: Every parent that was there for their child with Aspergers worked in either science or health care.
