Month: November 2017

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Autism and the “Can’t be Found” Christmas Spirit

Autism and the Can't be Found Christmas Spirit

Last week was not a good one for me.  Several weeks ago, my beloved chocolate lab was diagnosed with lymphoma.  On Monday, I had to say good-bye to Eve.  Many think dogs are just pets, but for me, Eve was the one who helped me through some very dark days and was my strength through tough times with autism.

Casey and Rob didn’t say much about Eve being gone.  After all, she was in Heaven with Bingo and Molly – why should they be sad?  She was happy and pain-free.  So I did my best to hide my tears from them and pretend that I was ok, when inside, all I could do was think about her and how many times she had cuddled me when the world was just too hard.

I love Christmas and all that goes with it.  It is tradition in our house to start decorating for Christmas the day after Thanksgiving.  Since I’ve worked in a school for many years, I usually had a five day break and plenty of time to get started.  I had told Casey that we would put her tree up in her room on that day.

Of course, with her never-forget mind, she reminded me about the tree.  I was tired and really not in the Christmas spirit at all.  I told her she needed to put all of her laundry away before we could put up the tree, thinking she would never actually do it.  She ran to her room and came back giggling about her tree.  I didn’t believe she had cleaned her room, but it was done and her eyes were twinkling with excitement about having a “big” tree in her room.

So, still feeling no Christmas spirit at all, I told her she had to help carry the tree upstairs.  She always says no when I ask her to do something – usually as she is going to do it – but today, as I’m thinking about hitting the chair and curling up with a blanket, she runs to the basement and waits for me to show her which boxes.

It didn’t take long to get the tree set up and she wanted to do everything herself.  I sat on her bed and untangled ornaments for her.  She sang and danced back and forth as she carefully placed ornaments in just the right spot.  Soon, she had me giggling, too, as it was impossible not to laugh at her excitement.

She picked up an ornament she had made in church and talked about Jesus’s birthday and having a cake on Christmas Day.  (She always mentioned everyone in Heaven that would be at Jesus’s real birthday party!)  She laughed when she said “Eve party hat?”  I laughed, too, because Eve never liked things on her head.

In just the few minutes it took her to decorate the tree, she had helped me find my Christmas spirit.  I thought about how Eve loved tearing up wrapping paper every Christmas morning.  She always had presents, too, but she loved waiting for the big pile of paper to dive into.

I sat and watched Casey as she leaned close to the tree and backed away giggling.  I wondered what she saw that made her giggle so much.  I knew she was looking at herself in a blue bulb, so maybe she thought she looked like Cookie Monster.  And I thought about the myth that people with autism don’t feel emotions.

It’s true that we only put up her tree because it was what we were supposed to do on the day after Thanksgiving, but in that half hour, she reminded me that Christmas is a time to feel blessed.  She didn’t have to say many words – she just had to be herself and let her own Christmas spirit shine out.

I feel sorry for the people who don’t really look at our kids – the ones that dismiss them because they have autism.  Too many people believe our kids have no emotions, no dreams, no way to communicate and it’s such a loss for them.  I know how difficult it is sometimes to see beyond meltdowns or sensory issues, but I bet you can see a sparkle in their eyes when they are teasing you.

So, I’m urging each of you to let your child (no matter how old they are!) to lead you to your Christmas spirit when the holiday season becomes too stressful with shopping, finances, extra social activities and everything else we need to do this time of year.  Let them lead you to peace, joy and happiness.

Maybe we should all try to follow their lead.  For the most part, our kids want simple lives – and wouldn’t we be happier if we simplified our lives?

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Autism and Being Thankful for Little Things

Autism and Being Thankful

Thanksgiving is only a few days away and for the last two weeks, Casey has been patiently reciting everything she wants to eat that day – turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce – and on and on.  When you ask what she is thankful for, she is as likely to say Elmo as family or friends.  And that’s ok.  Sometimes, the things I’m thankful for may not make sense to anyone else, either.

For several years, I was thankful for unlimited texting and minutes on my cell phone.  Mandy and Cory were in Texas and we missed them so much.  It helped Casey and Rob to hear their voices.  Skype was another thing to be thankful for – the pictures of Casey and Rob smiling when they saw Mandy are priceless to me.  The absolute love they have for Cory and Mandy disproves the whole “people with autism don’t feel emotions” stuff.

I am thankful for camp weekends.  I just picked the kids up from Echoing Hills.  They had another great weekend there and enjoyed going to the local Lions Club Minstrel Show (who would have ever imagined Rob would like that?).  When they saw me, they smiled their beautiful smiles and leaned for hugs.  I got tears in my eyes when I saw a volunteer from the camp to go the car and say goodbye to the kids and ask for hugs.  The volunteers and camp employees are blessings to our family – I just hope that they know how much we love them!

I am thankful that, despite terrible meltdowns and way too much head-banging, Casey never got hurt.  She put her head through two glass windows  and never got a scratch.  I am thankful that my “no fears” son never did any permanent damage, despite stitches, broken bones and a helicopter flight to the children’s hospital.  I am also thankful for hair coloring – I am not ready for all those gray hairs to show!

I am thankful for the friends and family who support me and the kids.  Some, I haven’t seen for years and some I’ve never met.  But, thanks to the internet and Facebook, I’ve met people who know exactly what I mean and understand without judging.  I know many families who pull apart when a person has special needs – my family is close and I lean on all of them (and that includes the ones who live far away!)

I am thankful that Mandy doesn’t resent her sister and brother.  Growing up between two siblings with autism wasn’t easy for her, but she is still their biggest defender and one they run to when they need something.

I’m thankful for a best friend who lets me vent, cry on her shoulder or threatens to kick my butt when I need it.  Casey and Rob love spending time with Tracie – and ask for her when mom says no!

I’m thankful for a job and co-workers that support us.  When there is a problem with the kids, I’m able to go deal with it without repercussions at work.  My co-workers know that sometimes, I just need a hug and they are always willing to do that for me.

I am thankful for the day hab where the kids spend their days.  They enjoy being there and have made friends.  I am also thankful for the staff that doesn’t show their frustration with Rob or Casey when they are having a bad time.  (Rob’s obsession with paper clips is also causing my gray hair!)

I am also thankful for Sesame Street, ipads, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, wind pants and muscle shirts, heavy blankets, head phones, Wizard of Oz, Willy Wonka, legos, color by numbers, cardboard, bubble wrap, slippers, wonderful doctors, coloring books, crayons, clay, socks, ice cold coke, snickers bars, dark chocolate and cheese crackers.  Without these, our days would be very long!

Sometimes, life with autism makes it really hard to find anything to be thankful for.  Between sensory issues, meltdowns, therapies, doctors, school, work and home, sometimes, getting through the day is all you can think of.  Been there, done that.  Sometimes, downing a coke is all that kept me going.  I know it isn’t good for me, but I figure it’s better than other options.

Maybe you can be thankful your child didn’t get hurt during their latest meltdown.  Be grateful for the silence when they finally wear themselves out.  Be thankful that they are willing to eat something – even if it is the same things day after day.  When you are exhausted, look for the smallest things to give you hope and strength to go on.  Be thankful that no matter what, your child loves you more than anything – even if they can’t say the words.  Look in their eyes – you will see it.

One last thing I am very thankful for – for the opportunity to share our lives with each of you.  My greatest hope is that readers can find laughs and hope in our journey- to know that they are not alone and that life does get better.  Only through sharing awareness can we get the acceptance our kids desperately need.

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Autism, Mood Swings and a Helpless Mom

Autism and Mood Swings

I have shared before that when Casey was young, meltdowns were a big part of her life.  She started having them at school long before they occurred at home (probably because demands were placed on her at school and home was her “safe” place).  While we rarely see those hours-long meltdowns anymore, we do still have mood swings once in a while.

I know many people with autism experience mood swings and I wish I knew why.  Anger, tears and happiness all cycle and most of the time, you have no idea why and they can’t tell you.  This happened to Casey the other night.

We had supper and she was fine.  I was having a rough week, so when she flopped down on the couch, I was happy to just chill out, too.  She had her hand over her eyes, so I thought she might have headache.  As bath time approached, she keep peeking at me from under her hand (They always think I’ll forget bath time!) and giggling.  (I’m not nearly as crazy as they think I am – I do remember baths!)

So I told her to go start her bath water, she said “no” like she always does as she jumped up to get her PJs.  I heard her giggle as she ran to her room and back to the bathroom.  A few seconds later, the screams started.  I mean screams that, unless you have heard, you can’t imagine.  I don’t know why it doesn’t hurt her throat to scream like that.  She wasn’t having a meltdown – just a scream every few seconds.

I ran to the bathroom with no clue what was happening. Rob came out of his room, so I knew he had nothing to do with whatever set her off, but he wasn’t helping the situation as he yelled “Casey, no FITS!” and set her off again.  I told him to go in this room and rip paper and shut the door.

By then, she was crying – tears flowing down her cheeks.  I tried to hug her, but hugging is not something she wants unless she initiates it.  She leaned on me for a sec, pushed away and screamed in my face.  And screamed and screamed.  And then she was crying again and leaning on me for a hug.

I kept telling her she was ok and to tell me what was wrong.  I try never to ask the kids questions – they have a hard time processing them.  I say “Tell me what’s wrong” instead of “What’s wrong?”  I told her again as she cried to tell me, but again, she pushed me away and screamed “BATH!”

So I started her water and asked if she wanted Elmo bubble bath.  She said yes and started giggling.  I was desperate to get her mind off whatever was upsetting her so we talked about going to Grandma Rose’s and Grandpa Mack’s house the next evening and seeing Mandy this weekend.  Suddenly – another scream.  (do you have any idea how screams echo in a small, tiled bathroom?)

I sat back and let her scream.  When she calmed down again, I started talking about needing a Christmas list for her and how she could write that when she got out of the bath, if she wanted to.  Yes!  She did and she started giggling again and finally, she started talking a little about Elmo and Christmas.  I took a deep breath and prayed it was over.

She was drying off when the next screams started.  By now, Rob is working himself up to a anxiety attack – humming, pacing, telling her “no fits” (which, by the way, really ticks her off!)  I ran into the other room to get him a pile of magazines and pulled his door shut again.  And now she is standing in the kitchen sobbing her heart out.  I feel so bad – I just can’t figure out what is wrong and I’m almost in tears, too.

We get her pills and orange sherbet.  As she ate her snack, I got Rob’s shower going and waited for more screams.  He was worked up and I had a bad feeling there would be little sleep that night.  He was yelling, even as he took his shower.  I got his pills and snacks ready and sat on the kitchen floor.  My dog came to lean on me and I cried on her shoulder.  Feeling helpless is one of the most terrible feelings in the world.  I couldn’t help either of my kids that night and I knew that Casey wasn’t done, yet.

She was laying on the couch again.  When I went in, she held her hand out and I went to sit beside her.  She asked about her Christmas list and we wrote down several things she wanted.  She was giggling and smiling, but I knew the mood swings weren’t over, yet.  Soon, she threw back her head and screamed again.  She pushed me away and started crying again.

So I sat on the floor about three feet from her and kept begging her to tell me what was wrong or what she needed.  Finally, she jumped up and ran to her room.  I waited for the screams to start again and when I didn’t hear anything for a few minutes, went to check on her.  She was in bed with her blankets over her head and Elmo cuddled against her chest.

I went back downstairs and checked on Rob.  He was just finishing his pile of magazines and seemed happy.  So I went in my room and had a good cry.  Life is just not fair, sometimes.  I hate feeling helpless – especially when I can’t help my own child feel better.  Sometimes, I hate autism and the pain it causes them.  I hate not being able to fix the problem and help them feel happy.

I know you have felt the same way.  Parents of “typical” kids have the same issues, at times, but at least those kids can tell their parents what is wrong.  Casey and Rob have words, when they aren’t too stressed.  When anxiety and stress hit, their words disappear and there isn’t anything I can do but wait it out.

I still don’t know what happened that evening.  She woke up the next day like nothing had happened.  I thanked God we made it through another autism mood swing and prayed He would keep giving me the strength I need.  I guess that’s all any of us can do, isn’t it?

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The Time Change, a Full Moon and Crazy Weather – An Autism Perfect Storm

An Autism Perfect Storm

Raise your hand if you know the full moon can do weird things to our kids with autism.  Now raise the other hand if the time change does the same.   And now, raise a foot if the barometer dropping messes them up, too.  And guess what?  I have the perfect storm for autism in my house this weekend!

I dread the time change every fall and spring.  I can’t imagine why anyone thinks messing with the clocks is a good idea but no one asked me.  My kids don’t have as terrible time as some others, but their sleeping/eating will be off for a few days.  And sleepy hungry kids and sleepy mom equals not much fun.  Within a few weeks, we’ll be back to whatever sense of normal we have.

The full moon is another issue.  Anyone who says a full moon doesn’t affect people doesn’t work in a school, hospital, as a first responder or live with someone with autism.  From a few days before the moon is full till a few days after (yeah, about a week!) their behaviors are off.

Rob might be more anxious and loud.  His search for pop tabs and paper clips becomes even more frantic as he tries to deal with the anxiety.  His “Long Black Train” phrase will be really loud and he’ll let out yells that could wake the dead.  (Sorry to our neighbors – I’ve got a few windows cracked between the rain bursts!)  He’ll be looking for stuff to shred and hoping the battery on his iPad lasts a long time.

Casey isn’t loud.  It’s hard to describe what she’s doing.  I’ll call it strenuous dancing.  By that I mean, her pacing figure 8’s in her room has become serious stomps and that girl is moving!  I hope that new carpet holds up as long as the manufacturer assured me it would!  She wants to go to Mandy’s house to Odd Lots to McDonalds to Dollar Tree.  Basically, anywhere but here with me.  She wants Tracie to come.

And now you add in the crazy weather.   Rob is pacing.  He’s been in the dining room 5 or 6 times to look out the window as I write this.  He is tense and humming.  His fairy dances are not as light-footed as usual.  I wish the storm would just get here and be done, but it appears it’s going to come and go all afternoon.

So – an autism perfect storm.  Rob is having a harder time than Casey, but he also recovers faster.  They both slept last night, so that’s a huge bonus and I’ve got my fingers crossed they will crash tonight, too.  We just ate lunch and Casey is already asking for supper.  Luckily, for once, I’ve actually thought ahead and had an answer to “supper?”

I don’t know how to help your little ones through an autism storm like a full moon and a time change.  So many things that cause stress and anxiety can be avoided, but unfortunately, neither of these can be.  Be ready with stress relievers – bouncing, swinging, ripping paper – whatever helps calm your child.

Relax your policy of how long they can watch their favorite movie.  If they are happy, you will be happy.  Pop in that movie and sit back.  These crazy days are not the best time to start teaching a new skill or change the routine anymore than needed.  Do whatever you need to keep things calm.

Stock up on what you need to stay relaxed.  I prefer ice cold coke and perhaps a snickers bar.  A soft blanket and a good book work wonders, too.  I also do yoga and workout as stress relief.  At times, I can get Casey to do yoga, too, and I keep Rob stocked in magazines.

When people tell you that the full moon, weather and time change can’t possibly have the affect you say it does, invite them to take your child for a day.  Or an afternoon.  Even an hour.  I guarantee they won’t say these things have no affect again.  Sometimes, the best way to stop “know it alls” is to show them the error in their thoughts.  Try to hold in the laughter when the kids are returned still going strong and the adult is exhausted.

On a much happier note – Casey  just told me that the time change for next spring will be March 11 and the month has two full moons (EEEEKKK!) but one is the 1st and the other the 31st.  So we have a year before these will happen again.  Good luck and deep breaths!