The Learning Mom

Photo during our chance encounter with Dr. Donna P. Simpao more than 2 years ago. We were meeting Tatay, coming from a homeschool cluster meeting. She just finished a meal with friends after their tennis game.

Our PMs mostly consisted of her concerns regarding a post of mine in the Homeschoolers of the Philippines group (of which she was founder and admin) and my orders for homeschool items whenever she decluttered 😁, but she (and the community she has built) has been a guiding light and inspiration in our homeschool journey (and for many other homeschool families, I'm sure).

One of the things that struck me most (and I am reminded of it only now) was what she said after her kids had all graduated out of homeschool and she was ready to give more time to her medical practice. She said if she had to do it again, she would have also given more attention and time to her marriage while homeschooling her children.

Homeschooling, while it has many rewards, really does take so much of our energy (physical, mental, emotional, intellectual) and time that our marriage can easily suffer neglect via a pause button 😅-- if we are not intentional about tending to it as well.

Thank you, Mommy Donna, for sharing so much of yourself and for all the wisdom you have imparted from your life experiences. 🥰

We offer our deepest condolences to her loved ones. Link for wake details from her family in the comment section below.

Eternal rest grant unto Donna Pangilinan-Simpao, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her. May she rest in peace 🙏

How's first day back at school after the Christmas break working out for you, guys? 😁

Over here, someone picked up on oral narration without skipping a beat. Another took less brain breaks than usual but needed more prompting and assistance with the lessons.

There was also collaboration in play, that is each child meddled with the other's lessons and beat the other to answering my clues for their respective clarificatory questions 🤣😅

But the day started with the youngest helping our Principal cook a healthy breakfast followed by our morning basket of Hymn, Scriptures, Poetry Memory work.

2026, here we go!! 🙏

Charlotte Mason Special Needs Homeschooling Philippines

Living Learning Homeschool

Growing up Autistic/ADHD, I didn't have friends. My parents TRIED to teach me "social skills," but they were going about things the WRONG way....

Let me tell you why.

(Content warning: brief mention of a mild form of s/h)
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You see, when I was growing up in the 1980's, kids like me didn't get a diagnosis.

I was verbal, social, and academically skilled.

It was easy to chalk up my differences to being "gifted" and an "old soul."

These weren't major barriers. They weren't even considered to be developmentally noteworthy.

So my parents assumed I would be able make friends at school and camp, just like other kids did.
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Well....I MIGHT have made friends. But there was a problem.

My parents didn't realize that Neurodivergent kids like me, had

SIGNIFICANTLY DIFFERENT SOCIAL SKILLS

and VASTLY DIFFERENT STYLES OF COMMUNICATION,

that separated us from the crowds of Typical kids.
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It was technically possible for me to make a Neurotypical friend.

It just wasn't LIKELY.

Kids are often blatantly unforgiving when they spot a peer's differences...
even when those
differences are small.

And during MY youth....

Kids--
with glasses got called 4-eyes,

with red hair got called Carrot Top,

from poor families were called Welfare Tr*sh,

And kids who were gender non confirming got called Fruitcakes, Le***es, Bent, or much worse.
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So being a nearsighted, Detroit-born, Intersex, ginger kid, I had to develop a thick skin.

Those insults seemed unavoidable.
But also, they DIDN'T hurt that much.

After all....I couldn't DO anything about my need for glasses, or my parents' income.

I couldn't MASK my natural hair color (my parents WOULDN'T let me dye it)

and I couldn't CONFORM to a binary gender when I was BORN outside of the binary.
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So, after a while, I just ignored those kinds of jabs.

They were just a matter of preference. And there were enough red headed models out there,

glasses wearing teachers,

and celebrities who were gender non-conforming
or from poor backgrounds,

that I had POSITIVE representations of those parts of myself.

Good images to counter all the insults.
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But it was MUCH harder to tune out insults relating to my ADHD, Dyspraxia, and Autism.

I didn't HAVE positive role models for that kind of stuff.

And worse!!

Caregivers often acted like I could CHOOSE to BE NOT-DISABLED, if I just applied myself with MORE EFFORT.

I cannot begin to tell you how PERVASIVE that theme was, in my youth...

How much self hatred and able-ism I internalized.

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For instance, whenever a peer called me a "sp*z" for needing to dump out my whole backpack on the floor, as I searched for my homework--

I would blush and remember that my teacher was always reminding me to "keep better organized."

After all, my teachers never explained what Executive Dysfunction was,

or suggested that perhaps my "working memory" was weak because I might have ADHD.

Nope.

Educators just told me to use a planner, to color code my folders, and to TRY HARDER.
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So when a peer insulted me for my mental disorganization, I felt like I DESERVED that insult.

I didn't fight back...not even in my own mind.

And as my self esteem sunk to new lows, my clinical depression made me stand out even more, from my peers...
who snickered at me, as I nervously stuttered and tried to keep up.
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As another example....

It was IMPOSSIBLLY hard to tune out the chants of Freak or R*t*rd thrown at me,
when I repeated things to myself.

After all, my parents found my Autistic echolalia to be annoying.
They often told me to "hush."

And even the teachers who thought I had a "hyperactivity problem"
never connected the dots to
realize that like many ADHD kids,
I ALSO had an Auditory Processing problem!

And that I used repetition as a PHYSICAL REGULATION TOOL to calm my body's hyperactivity,

and as a MENTAL REGULATION TOOL to help my mind process new input.
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*sigh*

I don't know if YOU ever struggled with any form of s/h....
but looking back, I can even remember how painful school was, PHYSICALLY.

After all, I spent the second half of elementary school with canker sores in my mouth...

Ulcers that stung and made it hard to speak intelligibly.

These were the result of trying so hard to stifle the echolalia, that I would ACCIDENTALLY bite my cheeks and tongue.

But my stress-supressed immune system wasn't able to ward off infection.

So I developed lesions that would last for weeks. And I would push at them with my pencil eraser when I felt like I "deserved punishment" for being a "weirdo."
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And yeah...the nervous stuttering and swollen mouth ulcers DID land me in Speech Therapy--

which was my small, private school's only form of Special Education.

So, I figured when my NT peers called me those slurs like 'Ret*rd" that they were probably right.

I didn't DESERVE friends.

I did TRY sometimes to make some, but it was SO HARD and I never succeeded for very long.

Once they saw my true self and how DIFFERENT I was, they were gone.
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But what if my parents HAD suspected I was Autistic and ADHD?

Maybe then, they could have understood that I didn't have INFERIOR social and communication skills...
just DIFFERENT!

Maybe they could have found me OTHER Neurodivergent people to be around--both peers AND older mentors!
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Because let me tell you something--

I am 44 years old and OPENLY ND.

I have plenty of friends!

Some my own age, some a generation older or younger....

And ALL of my friends are either Neurodivergent or have close family relationships (including marriage) with people who ARE ND.
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But even better,
you know what?!

My social values, skills, and communication style work WELL with other ND-adjacent folks!!

I DON'T have to WORK at being likable! I don't have to change!
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I DON'T have to stifle my echolalia,

or avoid discussing my special interest,

or remind myself NOT tell a personal story that relates to THEIR personal story (a common ND way of expressing empathy).
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I DON'T have to hide the fact that I'm bringing my own safe food to a dinner party....

Or disguise my stims if I need to fidget while someone else is talking....

Or excuse away the fact that I need a moment alone to calm myself so I don't have a meltdown.

And I DON'T EVEN have to over-explain things like my Hypermobile joint pain, panic attacks, and Insomnia.
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Best yet, I DON'T have to wear clothes that set off my Sensory issues!

Nope.

My friends know to expect me braless and barefoot 99% of the time.

And that time I forgot a swimsuit at my Mom-friend, Sadie's place??

Well, she told me that I could just skinny dip if I liked.

It was her private property and her only "law" was comfort.

I didn't take her up on the offer because I burn...but my Autistic 8 year old heard and was n*ked (save for water wings) in Sadie's swimming hole, faster than I could say Mississippi.

And you know what? The ducks didnt mind a bit, and my pants-hating kid was THRILLED. 🤣
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My point is this--

Your ND Child deserves to have places where they truly BELONG.

They Deserve to have people they can be around WITHOUT masking and lengthy explanations.

They NEED people who can model COMFORT for them, and JOY,
POSITIVE SELF-IMAGE,
and HEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS.

So if your child's only friends, or their only OPTIONS for friends--
are people they have to MASK for, in order to EARN acceptance....

Then it's time to seek out Neuro-Affirming spaces
and ND Mentors.

Because friendship doesn't have to be DIFFICULT.

And it shouldn't be painful, either.
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Now tell me...have you ever had a friend? A friend you really loved and trusted? ....One you could see more than once or twice a year?

How old were you when that happened for you?

If you are ND like me, I'm guessing a bit later than most folks.

I had an ND Summer camp buddy who was AMAZING, but as for a friend who lived close enough to visit regularly?

I was almost 17 when that happened.

LEGO WORLD TOUR COMES TO MANILA

Step inside a miniature globe of famous landmarks built entirely from LEGO bricks. The exhibition opens this December.

Read more at the link in comments.

🤣😅🤣

We joined the "One Million Children Praying the Rosary" campaign last 2022. Tomorrow, October 7, will be its 20th run. Thinking of hosting a Zoom watch party for this at 9am so our kids can pray together.

Lemme know if you want to join with your kids, Mommies & Daddies (edited to add: I've made a form to know where I can send you the Zoom link. Please see link to the form in the comments) 🙂

Link for details of the prayer campaign is also in the comment below.

Mommies and Daddies, mukhang may example na tayo for Lesson 23 in this book for the logical fallacy of hasty generalizations (tied up pa to current events 😉)…

Generalization: EVERY LAWYER IN THIS COUNTRY knows that what the Justice Secretary is saying (re restitution being made a condition for acceptance into the witness protection program) is ABSOLUTELY wrong…

Some examples of why it’s not representative of the entire class:
*Former SC Justice Antonio Carpio gives legal basis for restitution - link to quote in the comments below

*Former law school Dean Mel Sta. María: Correct si Justice Secretary Remulla - link to his post in the comments below

*Lawyer (Harold Calleja) backs Remulla -
link to news article in the comments below

ATM: Canonization of the first Millenial Saint 🙏

Kuya was narrating how Sri Lumay (the first
Rajah of Cebu) was eventually slain by the invading Moros because after many of his victories over them, they learned to anticipate his tactics.

10 year old sister: Just like Lex Luther mastering Superman’s moves… A1, A1, A1 (while making punching gestures) 😂

[Picture when you swipe left is of her doing today’s written work after deciding to crown herself “Queen of Pandas”]

Whatever floats your boat, anak 🤣😍

P.S. We parked this book last year ‘coz the kids were learning about different timelines in Philippine history.. Decided to pick it up again this year and make it a combined book instead — both starting from the top to afford the younger one an overview of the entire history before she goes to big school next year. I have yet to plan which parts I will supplement with our other book set. Will let you know as I figure it out along the way 😁



Charlotte Mason Special Needs Homeschooling Philippines

Homeschooling is truly a road to parents’ sanctification🙏 …
But today I’m reminded how driving another child to big school through 1.5hours of downpour-induced traffic can be another one of mine as well
😅🤣😅