You know that I’m a big supporter of letting people with autism try new things. Whatever Casey and Rob want to try, I do my best to find ways to support and encourage them. However, there are times that I have to make tough choices – and they usually break my heart. I hate mom guilt.
Yesterday was my niece, Anna’s, graduation party. It was held at a place Rob was somewhat familiar with, but there was going to be a big crowd of people he didn’t know. Plus, the weather here has been unstable, to say the least, for the last week. Plus, it was hot and humid. Casey couldn’t wait to go – she had gotten a new shirt, just for the party. I knew Rob would not enjoy himself. I knew it. While I’m all for pushing them to try things, I also don’t set them up to fail. He may have been fine, as I wouldn’t have been there long. But, my gut told me I was asking for trouble. I knew his anxiety would go sky high as soon as he saw so many strangers.
The problem was – he heard Casey talking about Anna and Uncle Jeff and Grandma Rose and Grandpa Mack. So he started asking, too. I tried to explain to him that the party wasn’t at Uncle Jeff’s house or Grandma’s house. But he kept asking. And I felt like crying. I knew he wouldn’t enjoy it – but how could I explain that to him? When I’m always telling them both they can do anything if they would just try?
Enter – Mom Guilt.
Because, the reality is…. I knew it wouldn’t go well. And I just didn’t want to have to handle it.
Not that he would have a meltdown or run away. He would just get loud… louder…. louder…. maybe scream coffee cup or one of his other phrases. I knew Anna would be fine if he did – she’s an amazing young woman. I knew my brother wouldn’t care. But – sometimes… I just don’t want to be put in that position. So, mom guilt set in. I went back and forth arguing with myself.
In the end, I told Rob it was hot and it would be crowded. He asked for Uncle Jeff. I told him he wouldn’t be able to be in the house by himself – he would have to stay outside with me. He asked for Anna. I told him he would have to put a good shirt on. He asked for Grandpa Mack.
I didn’t want him to think I just didn’t want to take him. I’m proud of him! But – I also knew it wasn’t going to be fun for him. This is the hardest part of being an autism mom – the lack of communication. Did he understand that I knew he wouldn’t enjoy it or did he think Casey was more special than he was? So I cried some more.
In the end, I pulled out the big guns. I offered him a deck of cards to rip up and a Big Mac and fries. He stayed home. He was happier there. But I was almost in tears as I pulled out of the driveway. I never want my kids to think they aren’t welcome to go anywhere with me. I wanted him to understand that I knew he wouldn’t enjoy it and that’s why I was making other arrangements for him. But still….. autism isn’t easy.
It was good to see everyone at the party, but I couldn’t really relax. Even though I knew Rob was happily ripping up cards and waiting for his McDonald’s. Casey happily filled her plate with delicious food, watched kids for a few minutes and she was ready to go. We got Rob his supper and went home.
He seemed ok – but it still nags at me. Does he really understand that I would have loved to take him if I thought any part of it would be an enjoyment to him? If it hadn’t been so hot – if the weather didn’t already have him anxious…. the list goes on. The reality is, I know I did the right thing. But it still sucks at times. Mom guilt. Don’t you love it?
And – only another autism parent really gets how hard it is sometimes. People understand it’s hard. The people closest to us understand a little more as I’ve cried on their shoulders. But – really, only another autism parent truly understands that pain of not knowing if their child truly understands you are making a tough choice that is better for them. Communication… you don’t think about it much, until you don’t have it.
So – I still stand by my advice to always let your child try – as long as there is a possibility of success. Yesterday, Rob had too many things stacked against him. He may have made it through the party without any yelling, but he wouldn’t have liked it. He would have been stressed and anxious – and we would have paid the price when we got home.
So – let them try. But follow your gut instincts. And – don’t be afraid to just say your children are staying home because you need a break. It’s allowed. And it’s important.