Author: jsjones116@yahoo.com

Jen is the mom of three amazing adults. Her oldest daughter and her son both have moderate autism. She is a freelance writer who is passionate about spreading awareness and hope to families with special needs.
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Autism and Caregivers – The Need for Self-Care

Autism and Care Givers

I’ve said many times that caregivers need to take care of themselves as much as they take care of their loved ones with autism. It’s hard to do – hard to think about yourself when so much of your time is revolving around their care. But, as someone who has crashed more than once (and hates to admit it!), you have got to think about yourself. Autism is hard on everyone in the family. It also can bring endless joy.

My mom will be very proud that I’m admitting this, as again, I’ve told you I hate asking for help. I’m supposed to be strong. Everyone tells me that I am. I can’t let anyone down and I have to handle all that life throws at me by myself. It sounds good, doesn’t it? And many days, I still feel this way. But, those crashes always remind me that I am NOT always strong and everyone needs help at times. It was a hard lesson to learn, but I’m getting there. 🙂

Autism can be hard some days. It can be physically, mentally, emotionally and financially exhausting. While my life is no longer a circle of doctor appointments, therapies and phone calls (times two!), I remember those days clearly. Add to that a lack of sleep for most families (for us – three years, then a break, then almost 10 years of either no or broken sleep), the every day stresses and often, financial issues (many families need two incomes, but with a child with autism, it isn’t always possible to find help – or to afford special care. Sometimes, it’s easier for a parent to stay home. And don’t forget the costs of therapies, doctors and medicines that insurance is only in the last few years been possibly willing to pay!).

Which brings me to my point. You will crash. You are strong. You are independent. You are everything to your child. And you will crash. You have got to find ways to take care of you. Sometimes, you have to be really creative – and let go of the preconceived notions that other people put on us!

Think back to before you had kids. What did you like to do? Exercise? Read? Craft? Fish? Play sports? Sleep? 🙂 Now you just need to find a way to do some of those things again. You need to eat right, even when you serve chicken nuggets or frozen pizza rolls for many meals. Just because your child is eating nuggets, doesn’t mean you can’t have something else. At least nuggets are easy to make!

This best way to take care of you would be to find something you and your child can enjoy together. Casey and Rob love to go hiking. When it’s a decent day (we don’t let cold stop us from walking at the park but the bitter cold and crazy weather has prevented us from going for a few weeks.), we go to the park and walk a few miles. The fresh air feels so good and it’s amazing to be doing something together! During the summer, we’ll explore state parks with Tracie. Besides being fun – it’s an inexpensive way to spend the day!

How about crafting with your kids? Or just coloring a picture? Casey and I both like to color, while Rob would rather line up the crayons and wait till he can scoop them up and run to his room with them. Would your children like to make cookies? Obviously, I don’t know your children – I’m just throwing out ideas of things you may be able to try, even with their possibly short attention spans.

If you like to play sports, have you tried teaching your child? It may not last long, but imagine how good it would feel to actually toss a football with your child. (That’s on my list for Rob this summer – just to try it. He used to love baseball, so I’m going to try and find a bat and ball and try that again.) How about shooting hoops? Swimming? (though if your child has no fears, that may be something you want to avoid.)

You need to recharge your batteries as a person, too – not just as their mom or dad. Here’s where you may have to get really creative and forget what you think you should be doing and do something fun! When your child is occupied with a movie or their iPad, read a book. Do a craft. Exercise. Watch a movie you love. Take a long bath. Build a model. Do some woodworking. Whatever you love – do it. Leave the dishes – you can wash those while your child is hanging on your legs.

Leave the dust. It’s just going to be back in a few days. Leave the laundry in baskets – you can fold that while you watch them. Yes, I know it’s easier without their “help,” but you need some time for you! Besides, if you fold laundry with them, they can help. It may not be folded exactly as you want, but it will be done, and your child will be so proud that they helped you. Rob used to draw pictures in the dust and then I gave him a Pledge wipe and he “erased” his pictures. Same thing with steamy windows – he would draw, then he would clean. Casey helps with laundry.

I know that time together is important to spouses, but if you can’t manage that often, take times getting away from the house with your friends. Take advantage if someone offers to watch your child. I know how hard it is – I really do, but you have to do it for you and for them. Invite friends to your home. Again, I know it’s hard to open your home to people or may not understand a naked child might come flying through the room, but you won’t know until you try. And truly, if someone is offended by your child, do you really want to be friends with them?

Let your child have the iPad or watch TV. Yes, too much screen time is frowned upon, but if it means ten minutes for you, who cares? You need to do what is best for you and your family – not follow the rules that “experts” make up. Take advantage of those minutes and relax. Watch crazy videos on Facebook and have some laughs. Have a snack without someone begging for a bite. Rest.

As for me, I do strength training and yoga several days a week. I walk as often as I can. I crochet and read. I stay up later than I should so I can have an hour alone. I eat junk food and enjoy every bite of it. I try to ask for help when I need it. I know this may sound impossible to you, but remember, my kids are older and are able (finally) to entertain themselves for a while. Plus, I’m always listening – when it gets too quiet, I run to see what is going on. 🙂

The point of this is to understand that it is really okay for you to think about you at times. I know it sounds selfish (and honestly, I still feel like that at times – I have to fight those thoughts!). Just keep telling yourself that if you can’t take care of yourself, you won’t be able to take care of your child…. and then what? You are in trouble.

It’s not easy to think of yourself first. It’s hard to put all the chores around the house on hold when you have a few minutes. It’s hard to get away and not think about your child. But you have to do all of these. You have to stay healthy – physically, mentally and emotionally to give your child the best care possible. That starts with you taking care of you, no matter how selfish that makes you feel.

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Autism Bright Spots and “HUH?” Moments

The last week was a month long. I have no idea why and it doesn’t really have much to do with autism – it just seemed like a forever week. For those who follow our Facebook page, you will already know about the “HUH?” moment I’m going to share, with a few more details. Our bright spots surrounded a night away with the kids and how awesome they did in a strange place.

When Rob gets dropped off after his day hab, he has a routine and nothing will deter him from following that routine. He drops his lunch box on the table, grabs his snack and pills and goes to his room to hang up his coat and put his shoes on the shelf. He chills out in his recliner a few minutes, then off to the bathroom and to find his iPad.

Friday, I got a message that they were home. A few minutes later, I got a text that Rob wouldn’t come in the house – that he had dropped his lunch box on the table and immediately ran out again. He was sitting on the front porch, holding his Power Rangers bag and wouldn’t tell Steve what was wrong. Steve told me he didn’t seem upset, but that he refused to come in. Luckily, Mandy was home from work and she only lives about 10 minutes from us so she took off to see what was up. (He will often talk to her when he won’t talk to anyone else.)

He was surprised to see her, but still wouldn’t share why he wouldn’t go in the house. She called Hopewell to see if something had happened that day (Casey told Mandy that Rob hit his head, he was crying – a whole list of things and Mandy didn’t know that Casey had been gone all day – she didn’t have a clue what he might have done! 🙂 ) and was told that it had been a normal day for him – nothing unusual had happened.

She asked if he wanted to talk to me and helped him call me. His conversation was brief “Hi Mommy.” “Hi Buddy, what’s wrong?” “Wrong.” and he handed Mandy the phone. I was actually able to leave the preschool early and was in the parking lot when he called. She said he wasn’t upset, but wouldn’t tell her anything. The thoughts going through my mind were crazy, but I couldn’t help it.

When I turned onto our street, he stood up and walked to the driveway. I stopped beside him, he jerked open the back door, opened his bag, threw an old towel in the backseat and went in the house. Mandy and I just looked at each other – each trying to process what the heck had just happened. Finally, she broke down laughing and I did, too. By the time I had parked, he was happily in his recliner, like nothing had happened.

We still have no clue what that was all about. I do keep an old towel in the car for Blue, but there was one on the seat. Now, there are two. When Rob got in the car yesterday, he tapped the towels and grinned. Trust me – I’m not moving those towels!

I had made reservations for us at a local hotel so the kids could swim and soak in the hot tub for a treat. I didn’t tell them we were going until just a few hours before we were to leave -just in case! They were so excited when they heard what we were doing – Rob couldn’t stop saying “swim, swim, swim.” and “Mandy, Cory, Mandy, Cory.” We got to the hotel and as I was getting our room, the lady said the pool was closed. I thought she had to be kidding! But, no, it was broken.

I couldn’t even imagine how telling the kids was going to go. They were both sitting with huge grins on their faces, just waiting to get in the water. A few years ago, I would have had to drag Casey out, probably kicking and screaming. I walked over and told them the pool was broke and we had to find another one. They both just looked at me, but when I said we needed to go back to the car, they did with no issues. A proud mom moment!!

We found another hotel and they took off for the pool. Casey slowly went down the steps while Rob took a running leap into the middle of the pool. She stayed where she could safely touch while he was jumping and spinning and splashing. And it was another bright spot. Rob always tends to follow what she does, but not this weekend. He wanted to jump and sit on the bottom of the pool so he ignored her and did what he wanted. That was another huge moment for him!

They played for an hour or so, then had supper and rested a little, before heading back to the pool. He played for almost two hours while she kept reminding Mandy that she said they could get ice cream. Instead of following his sisters to get a treat, Rob chose the pool. Even when they came back with a Coke for him, he drank it and jumped back in the water.

He was so happy! It was wonderful watching him smile and jump and to hear his deep belly giggle as he fell into the water over and over again. I finally told him the pool was closing and it was time to go back to the room. He took a shower and went to bed. He had a hard time going to sleep, but he was quiet. He is so used to a nightlight and a fan, that I think the total darkness and complete quiet made it hard for him. Finally, about 2 this morning, I turned the TV back on. He watched a few minutes, rolled over and went to sleep.

He jumped back in the pool this morning for an hour while Casey and I sat and watched him. Even when I said we needed to head home, he jumped a few more times before he came to get dressed. Now, he is sound asleep in his room. Hours and hours in the pool wore him out!

Mandy and I asked him questions while he was in the water and were surprised at how many things he could easily answer – his birthday, how to spell the city we live in, so many things. It was wonderful! Casey used to be able to do that when we still had our pool – she could answer questions while playing in the water that she couldn’t answer any other time. If you ever get a chance, try this with your child!

Sometimes, bright spots in an autism home aren’t like they are anywhere else and that’s okay! Every family has it’s own special moments in time – celebrate every one of them! Enjoy the special talents your child has. And, even though it’s scary – plans things as a family! You never know until you try what your child might enjoy. And those special family times are so amazing! I’m tired now, but can’t stop smiling at having the chance to spend that much time with Casey, Mandy, Cory and Rob.

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Autism and My Biggest Regret

Autism and My Biggest Regret

Every parent has regrets. Some big ones and some small ones that no one else may ever think about. As an autism mom, I have many regrets – things I wish I had handled differently – therapies I wish I had tried – not spending enough time with each of the kids. But my biggest regret still haunts me. Not every day, but often enough that it really gets to me some days. I can’t change I how I feel, even as I know I’m too hard on myself at times.

I’ve shared before that Casey was four when she was officially diagnosed. It had taken a year to get to this point, but other people knew something was up even before that. She was my first child and the only little one I had ever really been around, so I had no idea what she should be doing. She was never sick, so she got all of her check-ups at the well child clinic in our town. Maybe if I had taken her to the doctor, instead, she would have gotten help sooner. Or maybe not. Autism wasn’t well-known in the late 80’s – early 90’s.

When we finally saw the neurologist, I already knew she had autism. I had read a book by a mom with a daughter with autism and Casey did many of the same habits. But still, who can know for sure?

So, at this appointment, the doctor asked a few questions and observed Casey. When he said he was pretty sure she had autism, I just nodded. There was nothing else to say. Then he told me of a “wonderful book” about autism that I needed to read and said it would help answer all of my questions.

I bought the book right away and highlighted parts of it as I read. As I read, I was also taking care of newborn Rob and toddler Mandy, plus Casey was in preschool. And I got so depressed. This book told me she would never talk. Never be potty trained. Never be able to love. And on and on about the “nevers.” It didn’t mention sensory issues or so many other things that people on the spectrum may have.

Now, I know that there just weren’t many books about autism written at that time. It wasn’t as wide-spread as it is today. It probably was a great book at some point. I still hate it – because that book didn’t say anything about sensory issues. And I wonder, if I had had a clue what she was going through, could I have been a better mom? Maybe, my biggest regret wouldn’t be getting so frustrated with my sweet child.

I had no idea that her clothes might be causing her pain. I had no idea that sounds were causing her pain. I didn’t know that when I left the room, she thought i was gone forever. I didn’t know her screams were anything more than a tantrum because she wasn’t getting her way – even when I could find no reason for her to be mad.

I didn’t know that she desperately needed her routine so she could keep her sensory issues under control. I didn’t know she couldn’t sleep because she was too hot or too cold. I didn’t know she needed a ton of blankets to feel safe so she could sleep. I didn’t know getting her hair washed hurt her ears. I didn’t know the shower caused her pain. The list goes on and on. It doesn’t matter to me that I understand all of this now. It matters that I didn’t know then – and I couldn’t help her.

Her meltdowns started at school before at home. I’m sure it was because there were more expectations of her there and she couldn’t communicate what was wrong. I could guess at home and try to help her before the screams started. Mandy was also really good at guessing what Casey needed. (Another regret – Mandy had to be a big sister to Casey and Rob way too much.)

When her sensory issues really kicked in, the meltdowns began at home, too. But I didn’t know why she was screaming – only that she would be out of control for hours. I couldn’t comfort her. Most of the time, she had no idea I was even there as she screamed. She didn’t want my hugs. She didn’t want me to talk to her. She simply screamed. I made it worse by trying to help her.

And now my biggest regret. I got mad at her. Sometimes, I yelled. Sometimes, I slammed doors and cried. I don’t regret crying. I regret that I got mad at my sweet little child who needed my help – and I didn’t know it. I regret that I didn’t know enough to help her. I regret praying that Rob wouldn’t be like her. It’s a terrible thing for a mom to think. I should have been more patient. I should have been more understanding. I should have just sat quietly and waited for her to calm down, come over and lean on me.

I didn’t and I can’t change that. Could have. Should have. Would have. The definitions of regrets. I try not to dwell on it. I look at how much she has grown and changed. I want to find the author of that book and tell him he’s an idiot. But maybe he didn’t know any better, either.

By the way, I still have that book. It’s still the scariest book I’ve ever read. But, every time I see it, I know how far we have come and know that no one can EVER know what the future holds. It reminds me to always have faith and hope. Please, if you remember nothing else you read here today, please remember that. Never, ever give up on your child. The future is ours.

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Autism and Adulthood – It Doesn’t End at 18

Autism and Adulthood - It Doesn't End at 18

I’ve seen several comments lately about services for people with autism after they become adults. It seems that many have the idea that once a child reaches the age of adulthood, the autism goes away and services are no longer needed. It is a terrifying reality.

When children are diagnosed, schools (or early intervention programs, depending on the age of the child) are responsible for providing the child with the services they need. The speech therapy, occupational therapy – whatever the team decides they need are arranged and usually provided by the school district. Parents can work, knowing their child is safe (usually!) at school.

But then. the child turns 18. In some states, the schools still have to provide services for that child until the age of 22. I know some families have taken advantage of this in my area because their child enjoyed school. For us, finishing school was a milestone. Casey participated in her class graduation, but Rob didn’t. They both received a diploma, not a certificate of attendance. (Thanks to hardworking teachers!! 🙂 )

When Casey was a sophomore, we began to talk about what she would do after graduation. Our county board of DD had a sheltered workshop and I knew many of the people who worked there. She visited a few times and seemed to like it. In her junior year, she went to the workshop on Fridays and the high school the rest of the week for the first semester and went two days a week the second semester.

Her senior year, she started at both places. The first semester, she went to school Monday, Wednesday and Friday and the workshop Tuesday and Thursday. The second semester, we switched and she was at the workshop more. When she graduated, she began attending the workshop full time.

Rob didn’t need as much transitioning because he was already familiar with Hopewell from Casey being there. He started in the second semester of his junior year and we followed the same schedule as Casey his senior year. When he graduated, he went with Casey full time to the workshop.

They both enjoyed the opportunities there and even made a little money doing piecework. Neither of them understood the idea of working for a paycheck and despite my best efforts, the check they got never meant money to them. Money (besides 3 quarters every morning!) still means little to them. They both know they need it to buy what they want, but have no idea how to get it (besides Mom’s purse! 🙂 )

We are lucky. There are several day habs in my area that provide day services to adults with special needs. I haven’t checked into the other ones, as the kids are happy where they are. Some offer small jobs where the adults can earn money. We also have a county board that does their best to make sure adults with special needs are taken care of and their wants and needs fulfilled.

Again, I am lucky. Casey and Rob have no desire for a job. So many adults with autism want a job – to have a group of friends – to make their own money – to live on their own. Casey and Rob do not have these desires. To be happy, they want to see people they love. Go for hikes with Tracie. Go shopping. Volunteer. Things that are easy for me (right now, anyway!) to provide.

But for many adults with autism, obtaining what they need is a bigger fight than getting services in school. Social security benefits can be difficult to get. Guardianship cases have to be decided. Finding a place to live if living with family is no longer possible. Finding someone to stay with the adult while families work or need respite is hard. (My parents and Tracie are my kids’ respite providers – I worry what will happen when my parents are no longer able to help. Finding people you can trust to be in your home with your child is scary as hell.) Trying to get waiver services. This list goes on and on and often, there is no one to help the family get through the process. (We have a service and support person through our county board of DD).

Sometimes, the problem isn’t money, but that there are simply no services available. There is a desperate need for providers, both in residential centers and home based. It takes a special type of person to work with people with disabilities. Many think they can and find out quickly that they can’t handle it. I often think I should get my certificate to provide services, but I’m not sure I can handle it. When I worked in the preschool for children with autism, there were many days that I came home exhausted and had to deal with autism at home, too. I loved my job and hated when it ended, but there were some tough days. I’m just not sure I want to do that again.

Some families are just looking for a place for their loved one while the family is at work. They don’t care about money – they just need a safe place. Not working is rarely an option for most families, especially if the adult with autism is not getting any disability benefits. Fighting for school services is nothing like arguing with Social Security that your child is an adult and that the autism did not go away. You have to prove it. You have to find doctor reports from when your child was much younger. If you are just starting on this autism journey, please, do yourself a favor and start a file. Save everything – you will need it someday!

My advice is to get help from your county board of developmental disabilities. If you don’t have one, contact your state board. Start making plans while your child is still in high school and you have that team to help you search for services. Find a lawyer to help with guardianship. Get on waiting lists for services, even if you aren’t sure you will need them. I know the last thing you want to do is have something else to deal with. You are tired. You are stressed. You are just done with autism.

But, if you don’t start planning early, your child will graduate and suddenly, you have nothing ready. You still have to work and you have no one to stay with your adult child. Trust me – a little stress now is better than a huge stress later. Get help before you need it. Look for places for your child to go. Ask other parents what they do or where they got help. (Often, other local families are your best source of information – a sort of “been there, done that” group!)

Although the future scares me a lot, I try not to dwell on it. Instead, I try to be more like Casey and Rob. Happy with simple things. Laughing for no reason. Being honest. Getting excited about Santa and the Easter Bunny. Pure joy at seeing their favorite people. Enjoying helping other people. Adults with autism can bring a special magic to the life of anyone they are around.

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An Autism Mom’s Happy Thoughts

An Autism Mom's Happy Thoughts

This was a camp respite weekend and the kids had a wonderful time. They got to see their friends, watch a movie, go bowling and make Valentine treat bags. When I dropped them off, I saw a friend of mine who is another autism mom and we talked a few minutes about our plans for the weekend.

Happy thought #1 – At the time, neither of us had definite plans for when our kids were gone. We had a good laugh when we discovered we were both hoping to have a snack without either a) waiting till the kids were asleep or b) hiding in the bathroom (yeah – maybe not a perfect solution, but you gotta go what you gotta do at times! 🙂 ) Anyone with a toddler will know what we mean, but our kids are adults and are still watching us eat. Have you ever noticed food isn’t as good when you are rushing through it? or when someone is trying to convince you to give it to them while you are eating??

And we were both hoping to sleep in – or maybe go to bed when we were tired instead of having to wait until the kids are asleep. It always makes me feel so much better when another autism mom shares my “strange” ideas of fun. I don’t feel alone when I hear my thoughts coming from another mom. Alone is a big part of autism and any time you can feel not-so-alone is great!

Happy thought #2 – I am so thankful that changes in her routine don’t throw Casey into terrible meltdowns anymore! When she was little, a snow day from school was enough to cause her to scream for hours – usually until her regular time to get home. Now, she is excited for “dult snow day” and goes back to sleep. ( I have to admit, though, the week before last, the weather caused my school and their day hab to be closed for three days and then the weekend came. Five days out of routine about did both of them in – and me, too! 🙂 )

Happy thought #3 – The kids were at my parents’ house Friday until I got off of work. When I walked into the house, Rob was looking out the window and said “I see power poles.” The whole sentence with no coaching and spontaneously. I was so excited and told him I was proud of him. His response was to look at me like I was crazy and go on looking out the window at the power poles. But still – a whole sentence that wasn’t an “I want” kind. Yes, I was happy!

Happy thought #4 – When we packed his clothes Friday, I wanted him to take a new shirt for going bowling and he resisted, but I packed it anyway and told him to wear it bowling – all the while thinking, yeah, sure he would. I saw pictures from the bowling alley and believe it or not, he is wearing the shirt! I am still in shock over that, but so very proud of him!

Happy thought #5 – Watching Casey talk to Julia (the Sesame Street character with autism) about going to camp was so cute. Since Julia came to live with us at Christmas, she hadn’t gotten to go to camp, yet. Casey’s smile as she told her bits and pieces of camp was beautiful. (On a side note – does anyone else talk to their child’s stuffed toys like another person? I always find myself telling Elmo or Cookie Monster good night and sweet dreams – or that it’s time to get up. And some days, I don’t even notice I’m doing it! 🙂 )

Happy thought #6 – My favorite show is coming back on tonight after a mid-season break. I hope the kids realize there can’t be any noise after 9! HA! (I can always hope, right??)

Happy thought #7 – I love snow and it’s snowing again! 🙂 🙂

Happy thought #8 – Autism isn’t defining us tonight. We are all enjoying our own activities, but still together. It’s evenings like this that give me hope for the future – and make it easier not to be afraid of what tomorrow might bring.

I hope each of you has a week full of happy thoughts! Look for those little moments that happen every day!


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Autism and Trust between Parents and Teachers

Autism and Trust between Parents and Teachers

In the last week, I have read two stories about teachers who callously abused the children with autism they are trusted to care for each day. In one case, the principal felt “threatened” when an 11 year old boy with autism needed to use the restroom and he rushed past her. She locked him out of the school.

Yes, you read that right. She locked an 11 year old boy with autism out of the building – and then instructed all staff to not let him in. There is video showing this boy wandering around the school – even at one point, another teacher pulling down the blind so he couldn’t see in (or she couldn’t see what was happening in front of her face! 🙁 ) Eventually, another student – yes, a child – let him into the school. I will confess I don’t know the whole story, but I DO know that it was NOT safe for that child to be outside on his own.

What if he wandered away from school? What if someone took him? What the hell was that woman thinking? And the rest of the staff at the school who listened to her? My blood boils just thinking about it. And I thank God that wasn’t my child. I would be in jail right now.

In the other case, a teacher and two aides locked children in a dark bathroom for undetermined amounts of time (I’ve heard varying lengths) and also blew a whistle in the ear of a child whose ears are so sensitive that ear guards were worn. They pulled the guards off and blew the whistle into his ear. The teacher is the wife of a county sheriff’s deputy. Again – I just want to scream “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Do they get off on being cruel? Do they have no clue what they are doing? Are they that frustrated with the children? (This is a school for children with autism). They have since been charged with several things. (I haven’t heard anything about the staff from the other school, other than the principal was put on administrative leave, pending investigation). Personally, my Mama Bear came out. I’m hoping they all go to jail and the other prisoners are told they abused children with autism. I just don’t care about them. (Can you tell how angry this makes me??)

One of the scariest things of sending your child with autism to school is not knowing what happens while they are there. You rely on the teacher/aide being honest with you and protecting your child. When your child acts out, you trust that they will be professional and kind, even when they are frustrated. You don’t expect that they will lock your child outside of the building. Or in a closet.

That happened to Casey.

She had a hard time in Kindergarten at the end of the year. In first grade, things got worse for her. She was having screaming meltdowns. (This was in the early 90’s – few people had a clue what to do.) The school thought I was lying to them because I said it wasn’t happening at home (and it wasn’t, yet). I think school was demanding of her – and it was full of lights, sounds, and strangers that she couldn’t process. Home was her safe place. Eventually, her sensory issues carried over into home, too.

One thing we had read to try was for students to have a “safe” place to go when they started feeling overwhelmed. Her teacher cleaned out a supply closet and put bean bags, blankets and stuffed animals in it. All the parents had to sign a paper saying it was okay for their child to use the quiet room. I was fine with it and signed.

Imagine my shock when I discovered a few months later that a half door (too high for her to see out) had been installed with bolts on the outside of the door. My sweet little girl was being locked in this area when she screamed. And I hated that teacher. And the aide. And the principal and everyone else who lied to me about what was going on. There are only a few days in my life that I can honestly say I have been mad enough to kill. That was one of them.

The school justified it because I had signed the paper saying she could “use the quiet room as needed.”

I wanted heads to roll. I wanted to beat the living crap out of every one of those people.

I still want to smack them. It’s been 25 years. Some things you don’t get over.

Believe it or not, that was just the beginning of what I found out they had done to her. They tied her shoelaces to her desk chair. They isolated her at lunch time (though, honestly, she liked that – the cafeteria was too noisy and she just couldn’t handle it.) They wrote letters to her doctors accusing us of abuse (I found out about those when I took her to the doctor for strep – the teacher didn’t even have to guts to talk to me – and they never reported suspected abuse to anyone, despite being required to do so.)

When that came out, we met with the principal who had signed the letters. She actually looked at me, said she probably shouldn’t have done it and asked if I wanted to hit her. She has no idea how close I came to do just that. She handled it badly – she knew she was in trouble. I’m sure the teacher forced her. Do I forgive her? Nope.

The good thing that came from all of this is that the special education coordinator and I finally managed to build a friendship. (We tended to butt heads, but he came through on this. He was beyond angry and stood with me). When he passed away last year, I felt like I had lost a friend. We were finally able to be on the same team for Casey and soon, for Rob. He even made sure that the teacher who did this was moved before Rob was to go to that school. There was never a question of that woman getting near another of my kids and Casey was moved to another room early. (Usually, kids were in a class from K – 3rd grade – she moved after 2nd grade)

I didn’t blame the school as I’m sure few had any clue what was happening. There were (and still are!) amazing, caring, wonderful teachers there and throughout the whole school district. We are blessed that we only had that one to deal with (we had issues with another when Casey was in high school, but she didn’t stick around long) We were advised to hire a lawyer and sue the district. It took a lot of praying and thinking before we decided against it. The teacher was not near my kids (unfortunately, she did continue to teach. I shudder to think what else she may have done – I warned everyone to keep their kids away from her) and I still had three kids in the district. I knew Casey and Rob were going to have a hard enough time without being known as the kids of sue-happy parents.

Once something like this happens, finding that trust again is so hard. Again, God was watching over us and I didn’t have to see the two people I held the most responsible for the situation. When it came time for IEPs, I flatly told the principal she was not welcome at their meetings.

Luckily, the teachers God sent us for Rob and Casey the following year were among the best in the district – I still believe that! I knew Casey’s teacher was overwhelmed at times but she called me and we brainstormed together. We thought as far outside the box as people can think. She talked to her doctor. They all went to conferences with me to learn new ideas. The love both teachers and all the aides felt for all the students was obvious. I hope they know that I still thank God for them. I couldn’t have made it without them. (And Casey and Rob still talk about all of their teachers with smiles and happy eyes. Casey never mentions that one teacher).

I debated whether to even write this. What I want to do is help explain over-protective parents to teachers. Yes, we may have a lot of questions – we may text or call you too often. Please understand that, in most cases, it is from an underlying fear that someone could hurt our babies. We have to be protective in the only way we can.

The fear and anger of what happened to Casey still sticks with me. I overact, at times, when I don’t think people are treating her right. I do apologize for that, but until you see how cruel people you trust can be, you don’t understand how that pain lingers. I wish Casey and Rob could just tell me when something happens. I hate finding out in bits and pieces over weeks.

Parents, most teachers are wonderful, loving people who only want the best for your child. You have to trust them – help them get to know your child. Be open to meetings and be honest about your child. Teachers, understand that for several hours a day, you are holding our most precious gifts – and we are scared. Be available to listen. Be open to suggestions. Love and protect our children. We understand frustration – just tell us and let’s work through it together.

Only by being a team can our kids get everything they need.

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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!