Did I Cause Autism in my Children?

Did I Cause Autism in my Children?

Today, hearing a parent wonder if they caused their child’s autism would shock most people. Today, it is known that autism is a neurological disorder. Today, autism is well-known, even if it is still not always understood. But, when Casey was diagnosed, it was a different world. It wasn’t something very many people knew anything about, unless they had watched the movie “Rainman”. And, even then, many people wondered how many liberties had been taken to make a better movie.

I’ve mentioned before that the first book I was told to read when the doctor gave me her diagnosis scared the hell out of me. As I read it, I highlighted parts to come back to – I was ready for research to help my little girl. There was no internet. I had books at the library. A local bookstore was managed by a good friend of mine’s mom and she ordered the book for me. Since I was told it was the best available, I wanted my own copy. I still have that terrifying book on my shelf of the autism books that I have really enjoyed over the years. It is a reminder to never, ever believe what other’s say about your child.

But, I wanted to read more and looked for books at the library. Imagine my surprise and shocked when the next several I read said that autism was caused by “refrigerator” moms. Basically, autism was caused by moms who didn’t connect with their child and the child felt they weren’t loved, so they pulled back into themselves.

Okay. So – I knew it couldn’t be true. In my mind, I did. I knew that I spent every day with Casey. I didn’t have to work, so it was Casey, me and Molly, our black lab together every day. We went everywhere together. I talked to her all day. I read books to her when she was too small to even hold her head up. I played peek a boo and we cuddled often.

But…. what about when I put her in a playpen so I could take a shower? She was in the living room, not in the bathroom with me. Maybe she thought I just left her to do something more fun? Sometimes, I let her sleep in the playpen for her afternoon nap instead of putting her in her bed. What if she only went to sleep because she was bored and lonely? What if she felt abandoned when she stayed with my parents? What if, even as I talked to her, I wasn’t really connecting to her? What if I really did cause her to withdraw from me?

Today, this all sounds completely unreasonable. But, at the time, I was a young, first time mom. No one I knew had a child with autism. Doctors had little experience with it. My friends thought maybe she was sick when I told them. And the books – they said I caused it. I grew up loving books – I read about anything I could get my hands on. What I read in reference books was the truth. And, according to the books, I was the cause. I didn’t love my little girl enough for her to want to talk to me or anyone else.

These were secrets thoughts. I didn’t talk to anyone about it – what if they agreed with the books and autism was my fault? No, it was bad enough to know it myself. I didn’t want anyone else to think the same. It was too terrible to think about.

Finally, I found new books. New research showed that it wasn’t bad mothers, but differences in the brain that caused it. Even after I read that in the first book, I wasn’t sure. If all the books I read were wrong, how could I be sure this one was right? Then I read more and finally, let the guilt go. I didn’t force Casey to withdraw from me. She knew I loved her, even if she couldn’t say it back.

I let go of even more of these crazy thoughts when Mandy never showed signs of autism. If it was me, she would have had autism, too. By the time Rob was diagnosed, I had read so much and talked to so many people that I knew it wasn’t me. It’s funny – way back then, I did hear a mom mentioned that she thought autism might have been her fault and I didn’t know what to say to her. Today, no one even thinks such a crazy thing. And that’s amazing! Finally, people are looking for ways to help, not someone to blame.

I’m sure someone could still stumble onto those old books somewhere. Thankfully, with the availability of the internet and thousands of other books, no parents will wonder if they caused their child’s autism again. It’s a thing of the past. Autism is difficult to understand and I don’t think they will ever find out the true cause. Personally, I think there are many factors – why else would this be such a spectrum disorder? I see many older adults that probably have autism on some level. Had they been children, now, they would receive a diagnosis. But when they were children, only the children with severe autism were diagnosed.

And I know it doesn’t really matter what caused autism in Casey and Rob. They are who they are. They are amazing, strong, kind young adults and isn’t that what we all want our children to grow up to be?

Happy Mother’s Day to all!

Autism – Why are You Sorry?

Autism - Why are you Sorry?

A few days ago, I was at an event doing a story and three different people asked if I had kids and how old they were. I told them that I had 3 – all adults and that two had autism. And it was like a light was flipped off. The “Oh I’m so Sorry” pitiful look came across their faces and I seriously wanted to smack them all. Why in the world would they be sorry for my amazing kids?

I understand that when people don’t know what to say, “I’m sorry” is an easy go-to phrase, but really, it’s annoying. I’m not sorry for my kids and they wouldn’t want anyone’s pity (unless it was possible that along with the pity came some French fries! 🙂 ) They are amazing, just the way they are. I am one proud as heck mama and they know it. We have all worked darn hard to get where we are – and we don’t need anyone’s pity because of that.

The truth is – maybe I feel sorry for the parents who lose childhood magic in their home when their kids grow up. I can’t imagine how boring holidays would be without the magic of Santa coming – the eyes that twinkle and the giggles at the very thought of his visit. How boring Halloween would be without the difficult decision of what costume to wear and what candy to hope for? What about an Easter basket that magically gets filled by a giant bunny while they are asleep?

The parents that feel sorry for me don’t get to experience the pure joy that a waterfall can bring or how a long hike in the woods can be a journey worthy of a novel. They don’t see the excitement that a new box of crayons can still bring and can’t hear the giggles that Elmo can cause. Their children will grow into adults that worry about jobs and houses and bills. My children grew up to see joy in the world.

It’s not that they are always happy. We all have days that the world is a tough place, but we work through it together. I’m still one of the people that they completely believe in. They will never outgrow wanting to spend time with me (though they both love going places without me, too! 🙂 ). I’m one of the few people they completely trust. Why feel sorry for me about that?

Yes, we may have different challenges than other people, but that doesn’t mean our challenges are tougher to live with at all. It means that we adapt – we change – we do what we need to do. Just like every other parent in the world. Every family has its own unique challenges that others can’t understand. That doesn’t mean we need or want your pity.

Instead of pity, why not ask how the kids are doing? Ask if they are happy or what they enjoy doing. Ask about them – just like you would if you were talking to any other parent. Save your pity for when we can’t see it, because I’ll be honest… some days, some exhausting, rough days.. when I see that pity, it just makes me want to cry. And I don’t need that. I would much rather tell you where Casey volunteered this week or that Rob tried another new food.

I would much rather tell you that Rob doesn’t need to rip magazines all the time so his anxiety must be under control. I’d love to tell you how Casey loves to sing and can’t wait to be in the talent show again this spring. Or I could tell you about the Lego designs Rob builds or the things Casey paints. Fun things are so much easier to talk about. I’ll listen to you brag about your children and I’ll brag about mine.

Save your pity for someone who may really need it. Or, instead of feeling sad for us, get to know us and be our friend. We can always use new friends! Ask questions. Smile. say hi to Casey and Rob. They truly aren’t scary (I always laugh when people ask how dangerous they can be when upset. What can I say? I have an odd sense of humor at times! 🙂 ) Just because they have heard of someone with severe behaviors, they often assume every person with autism has those behaviors. Cause, you know, everyone is exactly alike, autism or not. Ugh.

So, if you are reading this blog just because you are interested, remember to save your pity. Be our friend. 🙂 If you are a person who see that pity face, remember people don’t know what to say at times, so don’t smack them. 🙂 Instead, brag about your children, just like I do! 🙂

Autism and Crazy Christmas Tension

Autism and Crazy, Christmas Tension

When Casey was little, December was never a good month for her. For years, she started acting out and having meltdowns near the first part of the month that lasted until Christmas. I could never understand – we stayed with our same routine. We didn’t go overboard with activities that she couldn’t handle (while all the time making sure Mandy got to do what she wanted during the holidays.) I love Christmas, but I dreaded the month for years.

She finally started relaxing, a little, in her mid teens, but she still has an exact list of what she wants to happen and she will remind me of that list often. When she was in her early 20’s, I finally learned why December was so hard for her all those years ago and it about broke my heart.

Santa. She was never sure she had been “good” enough for Santa to bring her presents. She knew her behaviors weren’t acceptable – she knew I was upset. She knew she shouldn’t scream and beat her head. And she knew Santa wouldn’t like it. So she worried that Santa wouldn’t bring her any presents because she was “bad.” (Let me say right now – I NEVER called her bad for her meltdowns!! I was stressed and I cried about it, but I never told her she was bad). I could still cry thinking about all those years that my sweet little girl worried about Santa not being happy with her – and not being able to tell anyone what was wrong, so she screamed. She ran from teachers. She beat her head on walls. The month seemed endless at times.

I only found out what had happened because of Casey’s incredible memory. We were reading a Christmas book one year and she said, “bad.” I told her she wasn’t bad. She looked deep in my eyes and said, “Screaming bad!” I told her that screaming hurt my ears and she needed to tell me what was wrong instead of scream. Still looking so serious, she said “Screaming bad, no Santa!” and I finally knew – ten years later why she had such a hard time in December.

Everyone, everywhere is telling kids to be good or Santa won’t come. Imagine how you would feel if you thought you were a bad kid – that your sister and brother were good, because they didn’t scream – and you couldn’t tell anyone that you were scared Santa wouldn’t like you? How sad. I still get choked up thinking about that. What could I have done differently? What could I have said that would have alleviated her fears? And why didn’t I know it then? (nothing like a nice load of mom guilt for the holidays, right? UGH!)

I’ve let go of the guilt now. I still wish I had known, but I can’t change it. Casey loves the entire holiday season now, so she wasn’t scarred for life over her misconceptions of Santa. But, still…. sometimes, autism sucks.

Casey is well into her list of needs for Christmas. She has reminded me about 100 times since noon yesterday that she wants to go see Christmas lights tomorrow. (WHY did I tell her I was thinking about going???) We had a long discussion about where we were going to go (It’s posted on our Facebook page) and what we would see. She is excited – another thing to be checked off her list of “must-do’s” for the season.

She watched me wrap a few presents earlier today. I asked if she was going to make her presents this year or buy them. “Make.” ok – what do you want to make? “Ornaments.” Ok – do you want to paint them or use foam pieces? “Paint.” Ok – I’ll get you some and you can make them. “Buy!” Yes, I will buy some. “NO! BUY!” You want to buy your presents? “Yes. Shopping.” OK – we’ll go shopping. “Paint?” Casey – are you going to buy or make your presents? “YES!” and she giggled and danced out of the room. I have no clue what she wants to do.

Meanwhile, Rob heard the conversation and said “Cory? Mandy?” Yes, Rob you can buy them presents. He laughed and went back to his iPad. He keeps life simple. He won’t remind me constantly that we haven’t shopped, yet. He’ll go whenever I’m ready. He’ll wrap when we have time. He may or may not tell people what he got them. 🙂 He’ll go see lights and the only thing he’ll remind me about is that he would like a snack from somewhere.

Casey is laying on the couch now, giggling about the Christmas dance next week. She looked at me and reminded me that she needed to wear her light up necklace and head band. And a Christmas shirt and Christmas socks. I told her I wouldn’t forget (like she would let me!) and she went back to her iPad. Another thing on her list that we have to do every year.

The holidays may be hard for your child, too. You may see more behaviors. You may hear more screams or less sleeping or their diet may change. While you are looking for possible reasons why, look outside the box – sometimes, way outside the box. Whatever is bothering your child may have nothing to do with Christmas at all. If I’ve learned nothing else from 30 years of living with autism it’s to expect the unexpected and to know that nothing is too far outside the box to be true.

I’ve tried some weird ideas to help the kids. Some worked, some didn’t. The point is – be open to trying the strangest things. If your child can’t tell you the problem, how can you possibly know the answer? Just like with Casey and Santa – I never guessed that was her problem. Don’t limit yourself – you never know what might work for your child!

Casey is back. She just reminded me that I told her we could do a Christmas craft today (and yeah – I completely forgot! 🙁 ) She also reminded me that we are going to see Christmas lights tomorrow and see more on Christmas Eve and that we are making cookies with Mandy on the 22nd. Oh – and the dance is the 19th. Time to distract her with pretty papers before she really gets going on her list of plans for the holidays!

Have a great week, everyone! Take time to breathe and enjoy the peace of the season!

Autism and the Non-Compliant Child

Autism and the Non-Compliant Child

I was asked a few days ago what I would do if teachers or staff tried to force Casey and Rob to always be compliant. Okay, first of all – who is going to force me to always do what others think I should? 🙂 But, seriously, it is an issue that is running rampant in schools and care facilities. What to do about the person who won’t do what staff wants them to do? And then, what to do with the staff that try to force compliance on a person? (apparently, my first thought of smacking them in the head is NOT a good option! 🙂 ).

I do understand the need for a certain amount of compliance, especially for safety reasons. Children need to learn the dangers of running off from their group (and this is a tough thing to teach children and adults with no sense of danger!) or how to play on playground equipment correctly (again, a tough thing to teach sensory seekers!). But, I do not believe that any program should be a “one size fits all” program. Every child, special needs or typical, is different and those differences need to be considered when working with the child.

When Casey was in preschool, she refused to keep her hand on the rail as the group walked down the hall. I think she simply saw no need for it, so she didn’t do it. As long as she stayed with the group, her teachers and the aide didn’t care. Other teachers, though, force children to keep that hand on the rail. Why? As long as the child is walking with the group – who cares? Will it matter tomorrow?

And besides, you have no idea why that child/person may be avoiding something. How do you know that the rail isn’t painful to them? That it may hurt their arm to walk like that? Unless that child is verbal and can tell you, you don’t know. Forcing that child to walk like everyone else is just a power trip for that teacher. Again, I mean when the child is willingly walking and staying with the group – who cares where their hand is?

Maybe the child is avoiding doing an art project because the scissors hurt their hand? Or maybe they are embarrassed because they can’t use the scissors as easily as their classmates? Maybe the glue makes them gag. Maybe they simply do not understand what is being asked of them. And when the child refuses to do the art project, they may be labelled non-compliant and the teacher becomes frustrated.

I get it – you have laid out this wonderful, fun project (to you, anyway) about Valentine’s Day and that child refuses to cut out a heart. What is wrong with the child? Don’t they know that mom will love their project? Don’t they care about mom? Seriously, folks, I’ve heard teachers make these comments. I do understand the teacher’s excitement, but what about the child?

Every time you have a child that refuses to do something, stop and ask yourself “Why?” and really think outside the box. Maybe the person is hungry, tired or sad. Maybe they are thinking about the dance they get to go to later that day or maybe they are thinking about Legos or pizza or coloring books. Maybe they are wondering where the teacher got those cool socks. Teachers and staff tend to take non-compliance personally and usually, it has nothing at all to do with them.

I once taught a little guy who has autism and ODD (oppositional defiant disorder). He would sign that he wanted to go outside, but if you said, “Ok, let’s go” he would refuse every time and I ended up standing in the hall while he sat. He went against everything that was said to him – even if it was something he wanted to do. It was his disorder. I soon learned if he wanted to go outside, not to say a word, but to go get my coat and he would happily follow, because it was his idea. I spent a lot of time sitting in the hallway while he hung upside down as he tried to decide whether he wanted to do what I suggested or not. (I have to say – even with all of that, he is one of those little ones that gets into your heart and never leaves. He always has a smile for me when I see him now and it’s been years since I taught him).

Consider that the person may have sensory issues you are not aware of. Sensory issues ARE real, not just a way to get out of doing things. They are painful and distracting and stressful. If you don’t believe me, think about being put in a small room, music is playing, a candle with a strong odor is burning, the lights are flickering, the heat is turned up, the clock is ticking loudly and you are being forced to wear clothes that are itchy. And – you are told that for lunch, you are being fed something that absolutely turns your stomach. And, someone comes in and says, “Read this story. Answer the questions. And sit still, no wiggling.” Let’s see how long you last. Don’t fool yourself – you will be a grouchy mess.

And that’s what some of our kids live with every – single – day. Teachers and staff need to understand that. They also need to know that people with autism can “read” others. They know who respects and cares for them and who is only there for the money. And they will respond to those that respect them in a completely different way. If the kids know someone doesn’t like them, why in the world would they want to anything for that person? I have learned that if Casey or Rob avoids someone, there is a good reason and I should avoid that person, too.

As I said, some compliance is necessary. I believe Casey and Rob should help clean up messes they make. They need to take their medications. (although, if someone refuses to take theirs, think about their reasons. Maybe they feel worse after taking it? Maybe they don’t trust the person giving it to them? Always, always, think outside the box!) It can be very hard to discover the reasons behind many behaviors, but it has to be done.

Often, a new set of eyes can help. When you are too close to a problem, it can seem insurmountable, but someone new might see something you haven’t noticed. I’m always open to people giving me their ideas. I know sometimes I get stuck and can’t get past my irritation at the behavior or the fact that I’m just too tired. Ask for help before you do something you will regret. If your frustration is too great, walk away from the situation! One wrong action could have devastating affects on the person you are working with.

There are some people who are simply not cut out to work with people with autism. They don’t have the right temperment or passion. They may think it will be easy and when it isn’t, they get angry and do things without thinking. I get that – I’ve done that. But – our kids need to be surrounded by people who love them – not bullies who will force them to do what they are told. Yes, I do think some teachers/staff can be bullies. It becomes “You WILL do what I say, no matter what.” It becomes a battle of wills and trust me when I say this – no one is better at winning a battle of wills than a person with autism. You will not win. And if you do, it’s only because the child became bored and gave up. But, if it is truly something that child doesn’t want to do – they won’t give up.

And then you need to ask yourself “Is this the hill I want to die on?” That question was used in military strategy sessions in regards to whether holding a certain position is truly worth it. Think about it. If winning this battle meant losing your self-respect, is it worth it? Nope. It isn’t. So when things become intense and you are thinking about forcing someone with autism to do what you want, stop and think…

Is this the hill I want to die on?

Will this matter tomorrow?

If either answer is no, then walk away. The person with autism didn’t “win.” You both did.

Autism and Being Thankful

Autism and Being Thankful

Years ago, when I did the children’s chats at church every Sunday, I would always ask the kids what they are thankful for. The catch was – it had to be something others might think was silly, but that meant a lot to the kids. It was always interesting to hear what they had to say, but it was also a surprise at how hard it was to get them to open up about silly things they were thankful for. So this week, in the spirit of the season, I’m going to share a few things I’m thankful for this year.

  1. We all survived the time change. For anyone without a child with autism, that may seem silly, but oh my God. Time change week is never fun. The only good thing is that the change in the fall makes Casey and Rob want to go to bed earlier. But, not necessarily to sleep… they lay there and talk and sing and then when it is time to be quiet, they are too wound up to sleep. Time changes suck and I have decided to convince the Ohio legislature to do away with it (there has been a bill laying around for a few years) by taking Casey and Rob to every politician against doing away with it and say “Here ya go – enjoy time change week!” and leave them. The bill will be passed in a day or so! 🙂
  2. I got a list of “wants” from both kids this year! Last year was the first time Rob ever told me anything he would like to have from Santa. Signs, of course. For his birthday in August, he asked for certain colors of Legos. A few weeks ago, he said he wanted signs, but this morning, he added a railroad, Legos and crayons! Casey gave me her list weeks ago and it was basically the same one she has given Santa for years – only the colors of the shirts she wants change and the stuffed Sesame Street character. If you can’t get a list of ideas from your kids, please don’t think about their actual age – buy what they would like. Casey and Rob will get lots of things that are no where near age appropriate, but that will make them happy. And that’s your goal, right?
  3. While I will never get rich teaching preschool, I am thankful that I can work a few blocks from the kids’ day hab and that I am able to be home with them until they are picked up each morning. I’m also grateful that my co-workers are so understanding when I’m exhausted from too little sleep or frustrated about service issues. And if I need time off to deal with those problems, it’s not a big deal. Every time I think I need to look for another job, I think about those facts and know that I need to stay right where I am. 🙂
  4. Speaking of their day hab – I am so thankful they both love going there and that they are given so many opportunities to do things that they enjoy. I’ll admit, there have been bumps here and there, but right now, Casey and Rob are both happy to get on the shuttle in the mornings, so I know they are excited to be going. Casey can volunteer to her heart’s delight and Rob can join in whatever strikes his fancy that day. It wasn’t too long ago, he spent his days in his therapy swing, basically hiding from everyone. I am constantly reading stories of other families who are desperate to find somewhere for their adult child that will serve their needs. We have several options in our area, but many places have none – or waiting lists that are years long. For a small town, we do have a lot of day hab options.
  5. I am thankful that we all enjoy long hikes together. For many families, actually doing things as a family is difficult if not impossible. Casey and Rob both love hiking and it’s something we can all do together – not to mention the amazing exercise we get! It took years to get to this point. We are finally able to try new things and see how it goes. Last summer, we were able to get away a few days without Rob stressing the entire time.

All around us, we are hearing statements telling us to share what we are thankful for – things we are grateful for. It’s just that time of year. I urge you to look around you and find things to be thankful for, too. I know that in the midst of sensory meltdowns, fighting with insurance companies, little sleep and the stress from every day things, it’s hard to think of anything to be thankful for. But, every day, find something small. There were times I was thankful I could walk downstairs and get the laundry without a screaming meltdown because I disappeared.

I was thankful that neither of them tried to leave the house during the night. Neither played with knives, fire or cleaning products. As much as I got tired of their routines, at times, I was thankful for those same routines. Look around you – I’m sure there is something that you can smile about today. Maybe you got to go to the bathroom for a few seconds or got to have a cup of coffee while your child watched TV. Maybe your child didn’t cry at his new shirt or your daughter was able to give you a quick hug. Enjoy those times – relive those beautiful moments and say a quiet “thank you.”

Autism and Very Real, Very Painful Sensory Issues

Autism and Very Real, Very Painful Sensory Issues

I’ve written many times about the sensory issues that Rob and Casey deal with every day. What continually shocks me is that people think their sensitivities are just made up – or that they are just being brats and doing what they want. Let me tell ya – I am furious when that happens!

Someone insisted Rob wear a different type of shirt to the fair last week. I wasn’t there to stop it. The heat index was well into the 90’s even in the evening. By the time Rob got home, he had blotches of red all over him and was swelled up. Thankfully, a cool shower, the AC and baby powder helped soothe his skin. He will never wear that shirt again.

Rob doesn’t choose to wear the same types of shirt because he is being a brat. He wears them because they are comfy and don’t irritate his skin. He needs those shirts to keep his anxiety in check. He needs to be accepted as he is – sensory needs and all! He is willing to try new shirts for short periods of time and that’s all I can ask of him. When he is ready, he will wear different shirts again. When that will be, I have no idea. But I’m okay with buying him what he needs to be happy.

He is often called a picky eater. While it does seem like it because there are so many things he won’t eat, it’s his sensory issues, not him just trying to get his way. Anything gooey will make him gag. He has tried new things in the last year and every gooey thing makes him gag. He keeps trying, but him eating pudding is just not that important. There are plenty of healthy choices that aren’t going to make him gag. It’s not that big of a deal. He loves fruits (fresh, not canned, tho he will eat canned pineapple) Vegetables, especially peas and corn on the cob. (He won’t touch creamed corn or peas) and most meats (except lunch meat like bologna).

He won’t eat most cookies or candy. He does love certain types of chips (like his mom! 🙂 ) He used to love spaghetti, but can’t eat it now. I’m not sure why – but I’m assuming at some point, the tomato sauce upset his stomach and he thinks it will every time he eats it.

Crowds bother him. He can handle them for short periods of time, depending on what he is doing. Certain pitches of sounds cause him pain, but that seems to be getting a lot better. He doesn’t feel pain from bruises or cuts. He doesn’t feel water that is too hot. I have no idea why he is so sensitive to the feel of clothing when he doesn’t feel other things. But – I don’t need to know why. I just know what he needs and that’s all that matters.

Clothes don’t bother Casey. She feels when water is too hot, but she also seems to not know when she is hot, if that makes sense. She wears heavy clothes on warm days, simply because the calendar in her head says she should. She doesn’t taste salt, so she wants to pile salt on everything. (I limit that!) She is more sensitive to sounds and will put her fingers deep in her ears to protect herself.

Gooey foods don’t bother her, but her doesn’t like to get anything on her hands, like paint or mud. She will let me paint her hands for a craft, but she needs to wash right away. She doesn’t feel pain from cuts, either. Several years ago, she was taking forever getting ready to go to Hopewell. When I opened the bathroom door to check on her, she was sitting on the edge of the bathtub with a box of band aids trying to stop the blood that was pouring from a 5″ cut on her leg. Apparently, her brand new mattress had a spring pop up thru it and she cut her leg in her sleep. It took 16 staples to close the cut. But – she never cried from the pain. She never told me about it.

It’s not always easy living with their sensory issues. I would love to see Rob in jeans and a flannel shirt. But it’s not going to happen right now and I can accept that. It might happen in the future – it might not. There is no way of knowing and that’s okay, too. It’s hard some days when her needs are completely different than his, but we figure it out. Probably not always in the best way, but in the best way for us.

Please, please – let your child do what they need to be happy and comfortable. I understand your frustrations, but how frustrated we are is nothing compared to the pain they feel at noises or touches. Our frustration may come and go, but their needs are constant. Imagine how you would feel if it was painful to be in certain restaurants because of the AC (Casey and Rob both avoided several places when they were smaller. We couldn’t use the AC in the car because Casey just cried.). Imagine your frustration if clothes were painful and you were forced to put them on anyway. You would have a meltdown, too.

I know parents worry about their kids getting the right nutrients when they will only eat chicken nuggets and pizza. Keep offering very small bites of other foods. And keep in mind that it might be the smell of the food that is the problem. It’s all trial and error. Yes, it’s exhausting, but you never know when your child might decide to try something new.

Your child’s sensory issues are real. They are painful. They are uncomfortable. They may just be an annoyance. Every person has different needs and to different degrees. Follow your child’s lead and let them be the amazing person they were created to be. Trying to force them to be something else will only cause pain and heartbreak for all of you.

Autism and a Day of Fun

Autism and a Day of Fun

Every year, the last weekend in September is one the kids look forward to all year. It’s the week of our county fair and they both really enjoy it. The higher and faster they are spun on the rides, the more they laugh and the calmer they are. It’s a weird paradox that, for them, one this one day, loud noises, flashing lights and crowds of people are calming. (They aren’t to me! 🙂 )

We always go early so as soon as the rides start, Casey and Rob can jump on and ride to their hearts’ content without waiting for long lines. Rob’s favorite ride wasn’t there again this year, but he didn’t seem to mind and he even tried a new ride! It goes upside down and he has always hated that – it scared him. He still refused to try the Ferris Wheel or a ride that goes straight up and then drops the riders. Heights are not his friend. I wanted to point out that the other rides he was on were just as high, but he’s not stupid. He knows more about those rides by looking at them then I ever will.

I took Casey on the Ferris Wheel, even as it scared her to death. She hates heights, but the ride is there and she rides it every year, so it must be ridden again. I understand her autism reasoning and the inability to change her routine, but still….. I keep hoping that she’ll be able to relax the routine enough to understand she doesn’t have to do something that is too scary! I don’t see that happening any time soon, but then, I didn’t imagine Rob would ever get on something that would leave him hanging upside down, either.

the changes – they are coming so fast! Today, Casey was the one who was ready to leave. Rob wanted to stay and ride. As they got on their last ride, I told Tracie how much I hated this. If I made Casey happy, Rob was disappointed. If I made Rob happy, Casey would get mad. And she reminded me that every parent who has more than one child has been in that position! 🙂 I know that, but Rob seemed so happy and it’s so wonderful to see him smiling and to hear his laughter. It was hard to leave.

Once he had a snack, though, he was content to leave. I think after he got away from the noise and crowds, he wasn’t too keen on going back. I’m sure he would have. Or mostly sure, anyway, because going home after our snack has always been our routine and he follows routines as much as Casey – he’s just more able to change them.

It was so nice today to stand near them as they were in line and not have to hold hands or constantly say “wait” to Rob. They got on and off the rides by themselves and looked for Tracie and I once they came out of the exits. When we walked through the crowds, they stayed with us without hanging on tight. Another improvement!

Every year at fair time, it seems I notice new things they are doing or things they don’t need to do anymore. I see things all year, but at the fair, I seem to notice it more. Maybe because I’m always thinking about the year before when we go. I’m not sure and I wish I knew why Rob, especially, has changed and grown so much in the last year.

They have their annual check-up with their neurologist this week and I can’t wait to tell him how well they are doing. Last year, we were even able to reduce one of Casey’s meds and I’m wondering if that might happen again this year. Trust me – I was very worried about changing meds, but it didn’t bother her at all.

Today was such a fun day. Tracie and I had time to talk while they rode the rides – they laughed and had a wonderful time. The weather was wonderful and our French fries were so good! But, best of all – it was just like a typical family outing. I wasn’t hanging onto the kids – they were able to communicate what they wanted. Only another special needs family can understand how wonderful it was to just be another family having fun and not one that was stressing over everything that might happen.

I hope each of you gets to have a happy, fun day as a family soon – no matter what that might look like for you. Remember – my wonderful days won’t look like yours, so never compare them. Enjoy every happy minute with your awesome families! I’d love to hear about some of your fun days!

Autism and Mood-Swing Moments

Autism and Mood Swing Moments

Autism is nothing if not a way to keep me on my toes. While most days are full of happy surprises (Rob reading out loud – helping with dishes, Casey naming constellations) every day, some days, I get a shock and not so pleasant moments pop up. One of those happened Friday evening.

It had been a long week and I was tired. Casey seemed happy when I got home and we ate supper. Not too long after, she screamed. I jumped up and ran to her to find her sobbing. When I asked what was wrong, the screams started again only this time, she was pulling at her hair, too. Then she was crying again. She wasn’t able to tell me what was wrong – only switched between crying and screaming.

I was finally able to distract her with a Sesame Street paint with water book. She painted for a while, then came outside on the swing with me. And started crying again. I finally learned what the problem was – she wanted to go somewhere and that person wasn’t willing to get her. And she cried. And I tried desperately not to show my anger but only to concentrate on helping her calm down and feel better.

So we slowly pushed the swing back and forth and I rubbed her hand. I knew that too much talking wasn’t going to help. When she had been calm for a few minutes, I started talking about her Halloween costume (she wants to be Cookie Monster and for me to be Elmo 🙂 ) and how we could go to Hobby Lobby and get a blue t-shirt, tulle material and googly eyes for her costume. We talked about all the details – she needed a blue shirt and “funny” material. And big eyes, but no nose.

We needed to make cookies for her basket and a headband to put more tulle on. She was going to say “Me love cookies” all day while she was dressed up like Cookie Monster. Finally, finally – she was laughing again. She giggled at me being Elmo and she wants Cory to be Big Bird, Robbie to be Bert, and Mandy to be Ernie. Even today, she is laughing at her plan. (I have explained that Rob, Cory and Mandy may not like her idea, but so far, she doesn’t seem to care!) I’ll be Elmo – that’s easy enough and I can wear it to school, too. 🙂

But, Friday night, she cried a lot, even after we talked about good things. She doesn’t understand some things and I can’t explain it in a way that would help her. Rob doesn’t seem to care anymore, but Casey asks. Usually, I can distract her with a walk or a trip to the Dollar Tree or to Mandy’s. That night, it didn’t work. And it made me even more resentful of people who only pretend to care about their feelings.

Yesterday, she seemed better. We went for a long walk and she got to have spaghettios (yuck!) for lunch, with a cookie after. She was excited to go to Mandy’s and watch the dogs play while she sat on the swing. But I worry about later this week – when will she finally understand and stop asking for things that aren’t going to happen? Why do some people think only of themselves and not others?

This was one of the times that I resented autism. I don’t resent the kids – I resent that autism caused the communication problem and Casey wasn’t able to tell me why she was mad and sad. I resent having to watch my beautiful daughter scream and pull her hair out because she can’t tell me what’s wrong. It’s a hard thing to watch – I feel so helpless and I just want to scream and cry, too.

But, unlike when she was a child, she was able to pull herself together and calm down in only a few minutes. It took longer to help me understand the problem, but we did it – together. Just the way it will always be for us. We will live the roller-coaster of emotions and we will keep right on loving and laughing (sometimes, after the tears, but it still counts, right? 🙂 ) Tomorrow, it may be Rob who is frustrated and crying (he rarely screams – he just loudly long black trains with a strange, deep yell at the end that lasts for almost a minute).

I may be used to the mood swings, but I can’t say that I like them at all. Especially when they are finally laughing, but I know that chances are, the screams are not over. I can see it in their eyes. Just like you can see in anyone’s eyes when they are stressed and upset. I just wish it was easier for them to tell me when something is bothering them. We’ve come so far – maybe one day they will have that ability!

Autism and the Dumbest Things I’ve Ever Heard

Autism and the Dumbest Things I've Ever Heard

🙂 🙂 I bet that title caught your attention, didn’t it? Maybe it even made you think of some of the dumb things you have heard or been told by very “knowledgeable” people – you know – the person whose neighbor’s sister’s best friend knows someone who has a child with autism.

I shouldn’t be proud of the accomplishments that my kids make. Yep – I’ve actually heard that. I’ve even been told that wearing my “Proud Autism Mom” shirt is just my way of begging for pity. (No, I didn’t go to jail that day – I merely told her where she could put her opinion 🙂 ) Apparently, when Rob wears a new shirt or Casey doesn’t get upset at a schedule change, I shouldn’t be happy and proud because those are things I should expect from them. Well, DUH. How about all of the hard work that went into helping them cope with sensory issues?

People are always excited when their child says their first word. It doesn’t make any difference if that first word came at a year old or five years old. Brag about it! Be proud and ignore the small minded people who have no idea how hard you and your child have worked to reach that goal!

They will eat when they get hungry. HA HA HA HA HA…. I don’t even want to know how many times I’ve heard that and I just laugh. Yes, I’m sure Rob will eat, but I refuse to be the one who forces food on him just so he can gag and I can clean it up. He is more willing to try new foods now, but many times, he will gag on it. I don’t eat certain foods – why in the world would I make him eat something (and who in their right mind thinks you can force someone to eat???) that will make him sick. I am darn proud of his ability to try new foods now and I refuse to hide that pride in him. Making him sit at a table until he eats something he doesn’t like just means that he will still be sitting there a week later.

Rob wasn’t always as picky as he is now. When he was little, he ate lots of different things. I am not sure what changed but he began to refuse spaghetti and pizza, then other things. I wonder if maybe the tomato sauce upset his stomach once (and once is all it takes!) and he is worried about trying it again. I offer it to him every time we have spaghetti, but he just can’t do it. And it’s not a calm refusal – it’s almost a panicked one. He isn’t just saying no, he’s scared I will get it close to him. I doubt I will ever know why he was such a picky eater for so many years. He just knew some foods were “safe” to him and that’s why he stuck with.

If you had a better night routine, they would sleep all night. Yeah, and if I dig deep enough in my yard, I’ll strike oil. For years, Casey couldn’t go to sleep at night. Then she got her days and nights switched and I spent every day fighting to keep her awake so she would sleep at night (which rarely happened). She was wound for sound and I could barely keep my eyes open. It’s a miracle we all survived. Then, as she began to sleep, Rob stayed awake.

I think he had a nightmare and in his mind, if he slept in his room, it would happen again, so he slept on the floor in the girls’ room for years. It drove Mandy crazy at times, I know, but even when he started the night in his room, as soon as he could, he would sneak upstairs and crash beside Mandy’s bed. By that time, I was so tired, I didn’t care where he was as long as he was asleep.

He did finally decide to sleep in his room again, but he was up 7 – 8 times a night. Luckily, he never tried to leave the house. For the most part, he just laid on his bed and “sang” for hours. I am so thankful he sleeps now. We still have nights every once in a while that one or the other doesn’t sleep, but that’s okay. I can handle that.

This is also why we do NOT change our evening routine very much. I’ve also been told that if I would change it every night, they would learn to adjust and sleep no matter what. Yep – that may be true, but I am not willing to go back to being a sleepwalking zombie every day. Nope – ain’t gonna happen.

Those “sensory meltdowns” would disappear if you just discipline them. Yeah and if someone smacked me when I didn’t like a shirt, I would belt them back. Their sensory issues are real and they are painful. It took me a long time to understand this with Casey. Remember, when she was diagnosed, there was no information about sensory issues. It was all about communication and how she would never talk to me or love me. (proved them wrong, didn’t we?? 🙂 )

The guilt I feel for getting upset at her during her meltdowns when she was a child will never go away. I hate that I didn’t know – that I yelled at her and that I cried in front of her. I hate that I had to struggle with her because she would grab my hands and want me to beat her head with them. (She needed deep pressure and still does, at times, but she has learned to find it other ways.) I hate that I let other people get mad at her. It’s a wonder she doesn’t completely hate me now.

She was 8 or 9 (Rob would have been 4 – 5) before I heard much about sensory issues in people with autism. Once I read about it, I started watching her (and him – he wasn’t diagnosed, yet, but I had concerns) I had always known her hearing was super sensitive (we had AIT done with her when she was 5 and it helped tremendously!) but didn’t know that her other senses were just as messed up. But, that’s a subject for another week.

I should not buy them what they like for their birthdays. Yep – I’ve been told that. I should buy them phones, tablets, new clothes, tools, jewelry – things that adults like, not Sesame Street things or Legos. I am keeping them childlike instead of forcing them to grow up and out of the autism (HUHHH???) If I would treat them like adults, they would be more mature. Yeah…. sure….

I need to let go and let them be independent. Apparently, the reason neither of them has many fears of danger is because I haven’t let them be independent enough to get hurt. Now, that’s just a stupid idea. I should let them get hit by a car so they know cars are a danger? I should let them jump in deep water so they know they might drown? Enough said about that.

I could go on and on about the dumb things people have said to me. I’m sure sometimes, they were really trying to help. And I do appreciate new ideas from anyone – you never know when your next great idea will come from. However – I am not interested in being told how I’m doing it all wrong. Unless you are me or my kids, you have no clue what our lives are like. Even another autism family has no real clue, as every person with autism is so unique and different. I can try to imagine what Cherie or Lillie or Mary Jo or Sandy or Audrey or Staci or Katie live with, but I can’t really know – even though we are all good friends and have been for years.

By the way – I’d love to hear some of the dumb things you have heard. I’m always ready for a good laugh! 🙂 🙂

I Have Autism – I am not Deaf

I Have Autism - I am Not Deaf

I made a meme that said this last year – only I finished it with “you don’t have to yell.” Today, my thoughts are with the irritating people who say the dumbest, unkind things to the kids without thinking. This happened yesterday and Mama Bear came very close to ripping into someone outside of a store.

Tracie and I took the kids on a long hike yesterday. We walked over seven miles, with Rob and Casey in the lead most of the time. After our walk, we had supper and stopped at a store so Rob could spend his birthday money on signs and Casey could get a coloring book.

As we left the store, we ran into someone the kids know well. After Casey shared we had been hiking and I said how far we had gone, this person tapped Rob and said he was shocked we got him to move… implying he is lazy.

Let me tell you – it was all I could do not to lay that person out right there. I loudly told him how much Rob loves to walk and that we have to keep up with him. Then I said we had to go and we walked away with me muttering under my breath to Tracie.

How could he say that? Rob is not deaf or stupid. He understands everything that is said around him and he was hurt. I wish you could have seen the look in his eyes. This was someone he used to look up to – to have fun with and he hurt Rob.

Why do people do that? Why do they assume if someone doesn’t talk much that they can’t hear? Or if people with autism don’t show much emotion that they can’t be hurt?

I get it – people say things without thinking sometimes, but they apologize when they realize what they said. I’ve done it and I say I’m sorry. But, when you are talking to someone with autism, you need to be more careful!

Rob had a hard time letting go of what was said to him. Later last night, he leaned his head on me and said “Robbie good boy?” I gave him a big hug and told him he is always a good guy and to not listen to what others say. He held on to me for a few minutes before he went back to his iPad. I could feel the anger building again. I just wanted to smack that person.

I know Casey and Rob are always listening to what I’m saying. They may not look like they are paying any attention, but they are. At times, I swear they can read my mind – they seem to know about things that I am sure I never mentioned near them. I’m sure I thought I was whispering or that they couldn’t hear me over the shower running, but I guess I’m wrong.

Even if your child isn’t looking at you or even seem to know you are near, they do know! They are listening to you, even when they can’t acknowledge what you are saying or doing. Please, be careful what you say. Your words can hurt. And they may not be able to tell you they are hurt and need reassurance. That scares me – I never want Casey or Rob to think they are anything less than amazing and that they are exactly as God wants them to be.

I try to explain to them that people say things they don’t mean at times, but the kids are so literal and only communicate what is needed. They just can’t understand that other people aren’t like them. They don’t understand sarcasm. I don’t know why they have to understand when someone is mean – why can’t that be something they don’t know? Honestly, I think it’s more the feelings they sense, more than the words that are said. Either way – it hurts them and infuriates me.

Choose your words carefully and don’t be afraid to stand up to people who don’t talk kindly to your children. Let your inner Mama (or Papa or Grandma or Grandpa!) Bear come out and straighten them out. If they don’t like being told how to talk to your kids, tough. Your children are more important than anyone else!