Month: January 2019

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Autism and Anxiety about the Future

Autism and Anxiety about the Future

A few days after Christmas, a doctor found a lump on my thyroid. He said many people had them and that it probably wasn’t anything to worry about, but that he thought I needed an ultrasound to see just what was going on. Anxious to get out of the office and on to shopping with Mandy, I agreed.

I did a little research when I got home, but I wasn’t worried about it. When I went for the ultrasound, I was surprised to hear there were two lumps and that one was solid, one was fluid. I was a little more concerned, but still, not enough to stress over. When the doctor called me the next day, I was shocked to learn that both the radiologist and the doctor were concerned and that I needed to have a biopsy.

Another doctor appointment was set for the following week and I’ll admit, thoughts of the future popped into my head more often. Even though the doctor has assured me that thyroid cancer is easily curable, the thought of cancer wouldn’t leave my mind. Still, though I was more concerned, it wasn’t all consuming. Just a nagging thought that came to me at odd times. I’m not one to stay awake at night worrying about things – I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. (I think it’s from all of those years of getting sleep whenever the kids slept! 🙂 )

I worry when I wake up – those first few minutes before I’m in the shower. Those minutes when it’s only Blue and I awake in the house, when wild thoughts went through my head. When worse case scenarios are so easily brought to the surface.

At the next doctor appointment, he agreed that a biopsy needed done. He wanted to do a quick ultrasound, then use a camera to look closer at my throat. However, as soon as he did the ultrasound, he said he had seen enough – no camera and I needed a biopsy as soon as possible. It was scheduled and the weekend before the procedure was not a good one for me (last weekend – our house was insane!). Thankfully, the day after the biopsy, the doctor called and the lumps were benign! The relief I felt was amazing – I felt like I had been holding my breath for days and I couldn’t call and text everyone fast enough. I just kept thanking God over and over.

During those weeks of waiting and wondering, thoughts of the future kept coming to me. Thoughts of surgery, of missing work, of possibly having to deal with cancer. And through it all, I tried desperately to hide my anxiety from everyone, especially Casey and Rob. Even though I knew that I couldn’t hide it completely, I tried to keep it from them. Casey has a real fear of needles, while Rob gets anxious enough without thoughts that I might be sick.

It seems silly, now that I know I’m fine, but those thoughts were scary. And it brought to surface the thoughts that all parents of special needs children have – what happens when I’m gone? It’s a terrifying, gut-wrenching thought. Who will care for your child? Who will advocate for your child? Who will protect your child? Who will love your child? Make sure that Elmo and friends are close and that crayons and cardboard are available?

Who will understand that he can only wear wind pants and soft, sleeveless shirts? Who will remember that they have a little snack after their afternoon pills? Who will remember she only takes baths and he only takes showers? Who will buy his special pretzels and write on her calendar? Who will care that she wants to wear her Michigan State t-shirt on Saturday and won’t get dressed without it?

And the routines… who will be able to remember all of the little things to make their lives easier and happier? That she needs to pat her clothes before she puts them on and he needs quarters in his pocket every morning, even if he never spends them. Even as I sit here, I can’t think of all of the little things that I just do every day – those things are just a part of life with autism – and they aren’t like anything else another family with autism lives with. Every one of us has our own routines.

Mandy and Cory have told me many times I never have to worry about the future, as Casey and Rob will always have a home with them. And that is a relief – a huge one, but at the same time, I still have worries. Casey talks about people who have passed away and that they are in Heaven. She believes it is a place and, if it is a place, why can’t we just go see them? She doesn’t truly understand the concept of dying. Rob talks about people who have passed away, but again, I’m not sure he understands they are gone and can’t come back.

It tears me apart that Casey and Rob might believe I just left them – that they might think I just got tired or didn’t love them anymore. Most of the time, I know thinking like this does no one any good and I push them away. We can’t ruin today worrying about the future. But it’s something we’ve all thought about. It’s scary enough to think about leaving our kids, but when they need us to protect them, it’s even more terrifying.

I am lucky. Casey and Rob have Mandy and Cory and others who will love and support them. Casey will believe I went to Heaven and that she will see me again someday. Rob is a mama’s boy and may have a harder time with me being gone and that breaks my heart. I know there is little I can do about something I have no control over. Today has it’s own problems and usually, I have no energy to think about the future. The last few weeks just brought those dark thoughts to the surface and I wanted to share my thoughts on something that most can only talk about to other autism/special needs parents.

Make the preparations you can for your children. Prepare a will, maybe a trust. Teach them as many life skills as you can. Help them be comfortable with a large circle of support. Share the little details that make your children special. Tell people about their “quirks” and their routines. Then more you feel prepared for something you can’t control the less the future will scare you. Trust that God will always look after your amazing children.

And, as I said earlier, don’t ruin today with thoughts of a future you can’t possibly know. Live, laugh and love! 🙂 Enjoy every day and let the future take care of itself. Trust me, I’m not blowing off your concerns – I’m only saying that you can’t let it consume your life.

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Autism and Terrible Anxiety

Autism and Terrible Anxiety

I’m not going to lie. Yesterday was NOT a good day here. We don’t have rough days often – or at least days that the “roughness” lasts all day, but that’s what happened. I even wrote a blog yesterday, but I had to delete it and start over. It was terrible!

So – in the last week, we have missed a day of work for ice (which Rob knew was coming – and I would have, too, if I had picked up on his clues. Now it’s obvious – at the time, I wasn’t thinking about the weather at all!), I had an appointment that didn’t go as I had hoped and I was anxious about that, we had a huge snow storm heading for us and then, of course, the full moon/eclipse for tonight. It’s no wonder we were all a little anxious, but it was worse than I thought.

Instead of snowing early yesterday, it rained. And rained. And rained. I mean, pouring buckets. We all wanted snow. I was already worried about how Rob would be feeling when he got up because he had a hard time getting to sleep Friday night. It’s been a while since that happened, but he was awake until after 1, quietly singing his anxiety/storm song. I knew the storm was coming.

I let them sleep as late as they wanted and he seemed okay when he got up. But, as soon as Casey got up, he ran to her room and started watching Power Rangers. That was fine for a while, but then he started his storm song. She was anxious about the weather, too, and wanted to be in her room folding socks and listening to music. He wouldn’t leave. (He has a DVD player and TV in his room, but he refused to use it. When I brought the movie to his room, he ran in, grabbed it, shut everything off and went back to her room). So I was waiting for her to have a meltdown. Irritation was written all over her face.

His song got louder and he started adding a few yells every 4th or 5th repetition. I gave him clay… magazines… his iPad…. offered him snacks. Nothing worked. By evening, I was even more on edge and ready to have a crying meltdown. I kept praying that it would start to snow (Sometimes, that helps him calm down – that the storm was actually here). But nothing but rain…. dreary, depressing rain.

By supper time, he had been repeating it over and over for 6 hours. I counted once – he averages 3 times a minute. That’s over a 1,000 times. It’s not that he was close by us, but the sound carries. It’s like a mosquito buzzing in your ear. It’s not loud, but drives you batty. And trust me, I don’t need anything else to drive me nuts. 🙂

After supper, Casey relaxed. She was grinning and talking about dressers and stuffed animals and her birthday (not til March, but why wait?) She giggled and smiled and truly, I didn’t care why she was happier, only that the threat of a screaming meltdown from her seemed to have passed.

When he came down for his shower hours later, I told him he couldn’t watch Power Rangers anymore, as Casey would want to watch Elmo before going to bed. As soon as he got out of the shower, he ran back up to her room and started the movie and the singing again (he also sang through his shower!) When she was ready for bed, he came down, but his song was even louder down here. I was as close to tears as I’ve been in a long time. I just knew he wasn’t going to go to sleep.

He finally took a pile of magazines, but kept repeating his song. (Someone suggested I record it so you can all hear it, but I’m not sure I want to do that.) I took Blue outside and went to watch TV while I waited to see what he would do. In less than 10 minutes, I realized I hadn’t heard him and was shocked to find him sound asleep! I just kept thanking God over and over and prayed that he slept all night.

He started “singing” at 11 yesterday morning and finally stopped at 9:30 that night. He repeated it almost 2,000 times. I call it his song, but there aren’t always many words. You can understand “John Anderson, John Michael Montgomery, Josh Turner, Long Black Train” and sometimes “Splat” after a series of sounds like trains on tracks. The beginning is always the same, the ending changes. Some days, I don’t even notice it.

I was worried that today would be a repeat of yesterday because even though the storm has passed, the full moon and eclipse are still tonight. (Anyone who says that doesn’t effect anyone needs to live in my circus through a full moon cycle!) I’ve even heard that the new moon bothers some people. Some months, Rob is more anxious for about a week around the full moon. Other times, he doesn’t seem to be too concerned about it. Casey feels it just for a few days. It may bother him more because he has more anxiety than she does.

I am so blessed to be able to say that, so far, anyway, they are both happy today. He is really quiet and doesn’t want to talk very much, but he has his iPad and magazines. I haven’t heard that song at all (Knock on wood!!! 🙂 ) She has been laughing all day. She is also happy their workshop is closed tomorrow – another reason he may have been more anxious, since that’s a change in his routine.

If his anxiety was the result of all three things happening together, at least I don’t have to worry about a super blood wolf moon eclipse for a few years! (Always look on the bright side! 🙂 ) I’m sure he doesn’t feel like himself today, but he’s coping and that’s all any of us can do. The wind is blowing and that always bothers him, too. Today will be a demand free day – they can do what they want without my interference! (well, most of what they want, anyway! 🙂 )

I hope that each of you are coping, too. Deep breaths, folks. Or cry, if you need to. If you are near the snow, be safe!

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Autism, OCD and the Can’t be Rushed Morning

Autism, OCD and the Can't be Rushed Morning

The kids and I have a routine for the mornings when we are all leaving the house about the same time. It works well for us and we have a little time to adjust, if necessary. But last Friday morning was one that about put this almost crazy autism mom over the edge.

Casey and Rob were going to spend the night with my parents that evening. Since they both “need” certain blankets to sleep with, I told Mom that I would bring their stuff out before I went to work that morning. The kids have been leaving in plenty of time for me to do that. Until….

I had a hard time getting up that morning, but I was still almost ready when I woke Casey up. She stumbled to the kitchen (she wakes up like I do – barely moving most days! 🙂 ) grabbed her pills and juice and wanted waffles for breakfast. Not a problem, but somehow, I had managed to not have our lunches packed (Blue took forever outside!) and I still needed to pack their clothes for Grandma and Grandpa’s house.

I’ve packed for them before and had to unpack and let them do it, so I told Casey to go get her clothes and the blanket and stuffed animal she wanted to take to Mom and Dad’s house. Somehow, this translated in her mind to lay back down on her bed. I’m trying to get lunches packed when I realize I hadn’t heard her in the bathroom. After several calls up the steps and a threat to go get her, she came down – without her stuff. So we went back up – together – to gather it all and get her packed.

She went into the bathroom as I went to get Rob up. He rolls over as soon as he hears me every morning and grabs his juice and pills. I handed him his breakfast and went to get his bag so he could pick what he wanted to take. Of course, I couldn’t find his bag – he decided it didn’t belong in his closet or the closet upstairs (but did he tell me? of course not!) I finally found it and started packing his blankets only to have him pull them back out because I packed the burgundy one first – and the brown was is supposed to go on the bottom.

So, I put the brown one in, the burgundy one and the blue one – only to be told I packed the wrong blue one – and he pulled everything out again, because he wanted the right blue one in on top of the brown one and under the burgundy.

I hate to admit it, but by now, I’m grinding my teeth. None of us are ready, they are packed, they haven’t had breakfast and their ride would be here in less than 10 minutes.

So we try again – and finally the blankets are properly packed. He needed to change his shirt before work (He has a few old shirts that I told him he could wear at home, but needed to be changed before work.) He was fine with changing his shirt, until I pulled out his coke shirt and he was wearing the official “wear only with the coke shirt” pants. So he yanked off the shirt he was wearing and put the coke shirt on, but then realized he wanted to wear the coke shirt at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, so he completely stripped, stuffed those clothes in his bag and pulled another pair of pants and shirt out of his drawer. And I hear the minutes ticking by.

I knew then I was never going to be able to leave when they did.

Casey came to me for help in brushing her hair and decided she had the wrong socks on to wear with her boots. (I have no idea why!) So she disappeared upstairs to find the right socks, while Rob is stuffing his feet into snow boots because Casey is wearing boots. Then she came down in tennis shoes, so he ran back to his room to put tennis shoes on. And I’m sweating and ready to start swearing under my breath.

She finally sat down to eat her waffles. He turned the TV on and immediately started singing his storm song. Over and over again. She stopped eating to watch him. He quieted a little, she finished eating and went to get her coat. She had her red coat on, but wanted a scarf. I told her to get the scarf Mandy made her. No. That scarf can only be worn with the Elmo hat Mandy made. So wear that hat. No. That hat has to be worn with her black coat. (By now, I am so ready to start cussing – you can’t even imagine.) So wear the black coat. No, it’s Friday. (AHHHHHH!)

I took a deep breath and said go get a scarf. No. Fine, then don’t wear one. She stomped to the couch and flopped down. I got her one of my scarves, but you can imagine how that went over. She started getting upset as I can’t find another scarf that will make her happy. Rob got louder and Blue started barking. I still am not ready for work, nor do I have my lunch packed or Blue fed. And I’m so stressed by then, I can’t even think what I need to do first so I can get out of the house on time.

Casey was still asking for a scarf. Finally, I understood she wanted a new one, but that she also wanted a new hat and gloves, too, because you simply cannot wear an old hat or gloves with a new scarf. I’m done. By then, I didn’t care if I ever saw another scarf.

Their shuttle came around the corner and Rob suddenly remembered he needed his headphones for his iPad. I told him I would get them, but of course, I grabbed the wrong pair (how was I supposed to know there is a certain pair for Fridays at work??) Casey was walking out the door when she decided she packed the wrong slippers for Grandma and Grandpa’s house. I asked which ones she wanted and told her I would get them after she left. She stopped on the porch as if she was deciding whether I could handle such an important task, but finally, they were both on the shuttle and I could close the door.

I thanked God that most days aren’t like that one. Truly, had I not needed to take their stuff to my parent’s house, it wouldn’t have been any big deal. And I knew mom and dad would meet me in town to get it, but I was in a rush by then and wasn’t thinking about that. I had too much on my mind last week and not enough sense to calm down and forget the other stuff for a few minutes.

Luckily, when one of the kids has a morning like this, the other doesn’t pay any attention. It was just dumb luck (and the weather change, I’m sure) that they both had OCD issues the same morning. I’m just glad it’s over (and that I made it to school – with about 30 seconds to spare! 🙂 ) and I’m hoping not to have another morning like that for a long time!

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Autism and the Freedom to be a Perfect You

Autism and the Freedom to be a Perfect You

So many times, it seems parents are looking for a “cure” for their child’s autism. Or parents are crying about how terrible their lives are with a special needs child. I’m not in any way denying life with autism is difficult at times, but typical kids can be rough to raise, too! It’s all in your perspective – whether you are a glass half- full or half-empty, I guess. To me, life can always get worse.

On bad days, I try to keep telling myself that things are not as bad as they are for some families. My kids can do a lot of personal care themselves. They are sleeping (right now, anyway!) and eating a lot of different things (though Mr. Picky stills pops up once in a while! 🙂 ). His anxiety levels are under control and her meltdowns have mostly disappeared. Yes, I get tired at times and I get frustrated that we can’t just go places without a lot of planning. But, I wouldn’t change Casey and Rob. Their autism is part of them – just like their eye and hair color.

I do understand parents who wish there was a cure. I just don’t agree with them. I know they are tired – are frustrated – are angry at the world. I get it. I’ve been there. When there were issues at school, I just knew we weren’t going to make it through without my having a breakdown or exploding. I also know that if Casey and Rob didn’t have autism, they wouldn’t be the awesome, amazing, wonderful people they are. And I wouldn’t be the person I am.

Maybe, if they didn’t have autism, they wouldn’t have their artistic abilities. Maybe Casey wouldn’t have her beautiful singing voice – or if she did, she would be afraid to use it. Maybe they would find jobs that they didn’t like. Maybe they would fall in with the wrong crowd. Maybe we wouldn’t be as close as a family. Maybe they would find jobs they aren’t happy with. Maybe… Maybe… Maybe…. Maybe their autism is the reason they are happy. How can I wish to change that? Isn’t that every parents’ biggest wish for their children? To be healthy and happy?

It’s hard to watch your child struggle with difficult things – whether it’s playing sports or learning to wear new clothes, trying to talk or trying to learn long division. Having your child “cured” of autism won’t change that. They will always have obstacles that you will want to help them over – and that you will cry as you watch them struggle. Autism isn’t causing that – life is.

As we walked with Mom today, Casey and Rob got farther and farther ahead of us. Rob knows the path and off he goes. At every turn on the path, he turns to make sure we are still coming. He may be independent, but he still needs reassurance. Casey stays between us – he won’t let her get in front of him. They wander around the park together and I follow behind, thinking about how a few short years ago, I would have never let them get that far from me – for their safety and my sanity.

I had to learn to let them be free – to grow into the amazing young man and woman they have become. If I stayed too close, they would have leaned too much on me and not become who they are meant to be. Giving them freedom is so hard! (I think it’s hard for most parents!) They had to learn to take care of themselves in some situations and learn to ask for help in others. If I kept them too close, they wouldn’t learn that.

When we go walking, I let them wander a little. (Not too far, though – their safety is always more important than their freedom!) I let them try anything they want to and offer whatever supports they may need. You need to let your child try new things, too. You never know what hidden talents they may have!

I want all of my kids to have the freedom to be whoever they want to be. Autism or not, everyone deserves that. Just because they have autism doesn’t mean they don’t have their own dreams and wants. Those dreams may not be the same as people without autism, but maybe they are. You won’t know until you let your child try – until you decide that you have an amazing child who happens to have autism. You won’t be able to change that fact and the sooner you accept autism, the happier you and your child will be.

Cry if you need to (I sure do at times!) then think about how amazing your child is and learn to give them the freedom to be the perfect version of themselves!