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homework for the eyes

 

 

We probably won’t know the full extent of Trevy’s vision deficit until he’s able to articulate shapes and numbers and such better.

 

But what we do know is this:  directly resulting from surgery he lost the right peripheral field in both eyes.

 

Which is why this website caught my attention.  Some of the activities are over Trevy’s cognitive place right now.  But I think it’s a tool worth trying.  And certainly worth bookmarking!

 

Another vision tip Dr. Eyes gave us:  Place a red vertical line at the end of any pre-reading charts and such that Trevy is required to scan.  As he learns to read we will carry this over and have red lines marking the end of each word and then sentence.  Our goal is teaching him to continue to scan to the end…rather than stopping at his blind spot.

 

If you know of any other vision building tools to help make little eyes work please share in comments! 

 

…danielle

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Jacob's Mommy said…
Jacob has probably had hemianopsia since the beginning and with the hemiparesis, we were encouraged early on to place objects to his right side to force him to make accommodations with his muscles and his eyes. One simple thing is to put the car seat on the right so he has to look out the window to his right. Tactile cues have worked as far as touching his right arm or leg to make him pay attention to the space over there that he cannot see. We also use noise like knocking, clapping, or snapping to get his attention on the right side of his body...
June 8, 2011 at 11:23 AM
Mrs. M said…
Wow. I got nothin' for ya but I love Jacob's Mommy's suggestions.
It's like with "Righty" his right arm....adding an attention getter.
What about a mirror on his right side in certain situations? Maybe that doesn't make any sense....maybe for the future when he is able to sit still more & for longer periods of time...
I'm just babbling & should be quiet!
Hang in there my friend!
June 8, 2011 at 7:10 PM
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