I’m sure by now you’ve seen the numbers. If not, here they are:
Data & Statistics
- About 1 in 88 children has been identified with an autism spectrum disorder (ASD) according to estimates from CDC’s Autism and Developmental Disabilities Monitoring (ADDM) Network. [Read article]
- ASDs are reported to occur in all racial, ethinic, and socioeconomic groups. [Read article]
- ASDs are almost 5 times more common among boys (1 in 54) than among girls (1 in 252). [Read article]
- Studies in Asia, Europe, and North America have identified individuals with an ASD with an average prevalence of about 1%. A recent study in South Korea reported a prevalence of 2.6%. [Data table ]
- About 1 in 6 children in the U.S. had a developmental disability in 2006-2008, ranging from mild disabilities such as speech and language impairments to serious developmental disabilities, such as intellectual disabilities, cerebral palsy, and autism. [Read article]
1 in 88
1 in 54
1 in 252
1 in 6
Yes, those are staggering numbers.
They are also old.
Yup, this “brand, spanking new data” is from 2008. If we had today’s numbers, they’d likely be even higher. I wouldn’t be surprised to find them somewhere around the 1 in 38 that the South Korean study found in May of 2011.
If you’d like to read about the numbers, there are plenty of places to do it.
People will ask me today why I think the numbers are so high. They will ask if I think it’s because of better diagnoses. I will say yes. They will ask if I think it’s because of broader diagnoses. I will say yes. They will ask if I think it’s because of awareness efforts. I will say yes. They will ask if I think it’s because of something environmental. I will say yes. They will ask if there’s one thing to which I can attribute the change. I will say no.
Last night, I crawled into bed and grabbed my laptop. I couldn’t bring myself to read the stories. I sure as hell couldn’t bring myself to dive into the blogosphere.
I have no interest in the wagging fingers today. I just don’t have the stomach for righteous indignation nor accusation. I want no part of shock and awe.
What I want is a discussion of what the hell we’re going to do now.
But I’ve got some things to do. You see, I have a meeting this morning. I’m going into school to talk to Brooke’s team leader. We’re going to hash out some final details in her twenty-six page long IEP. We’re going to make sure it’s reflective of exactly where she is now and exactly what tools she needs to succeed throughout the year. We’re going to look over the portfolio that she’s put together for the MCAS-Alt. We’re going to do the every-day work that it takes to support my girl.
Last night when I crawled into bed, I posted a picture.
First on Facebook …
This is the face of one in eighty-eight.
… and then on Twitter: