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

Autism and the Can't be Found Christmas Spirit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Autism, Mood Swings and a Helpless Mom

Autism and Mood Swings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Autism and Halloween – Fun or Too Much Stress?

Autism and Halloween

Halloween is almost here again and Casey has asked several times about trick or treating.  The funny thing is she always answer herself with “Trick or treating is for little kids.”  I know lots of parents of adults with special needs take their kids trick or treating and I think that’s great. For me, autism and Halloween have never been much fun.

I think there was one year that Rob wanted to wear a costume.  He always wore one because his sisters did, but he truly couldn’t have cared less.  Trick or treating wasn’t fun for him – again, he did it because Casey and Mandy did, but he didn’t like being in crowds of people, especially when they were in costumes.  He didn’t like talking to people – “Trick or treat” or “Thank you.”  He didn’t care about the candy.

Casey liked dressing up, but she rarely said what she wanted to be.  She wanted the candy that came from trick or treating.  She didn’t care if she appeared rude as she grabbed candy.  Taking the three kids trick or treating was so stressful for me.  If given the option, I would stay home and pass out candy.

In the last few years, Casey has chosen what she wanted to be.  One year, she was a mermaid – another a unicorn.  This year, she wanted to be Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.  This completely shocked me because that movie was never her favorite.  Mandy and Rob were obsessed with it – Rob still is.

Mandy and I decided if she wanted to be Dorothy, we would all be Wizard of Oz characters and go to the County Board of DD dance together.   Casey and Rob love the dances and I’m so thankful our county holds dances several times a year.

We really weren’t sure Rob would get into the whole costume thing.  I talked to him about it and asked who he wanted to be.  He wouldn’t answer, so Mandy decided to be the Cowardly Lion and I would be the Scarecrow.  Rob loves wearing hats, so we thought we would get a funnel for him and be happy with that.

My dad actually made a neat funnel hat for Rob and he was thrilled with it.  He couldn’t stop giggling when he saw it and tried to wear it over his headphones.  We talked about the dance for a week or so and I kept telling him he could be the Tin Man.  He just laughed.

The night of the dance, I hoped he would wear a gray shirt, but knew the chances weren’t great.  I cut out a heart for him and made an axe.  When he saw us getting ready, he jumped up and put his shoes on.  I asked him to please wear a gray shirt – and he immediately pulled off the red shirt he was wearing.  I put his t-shirt on inside out to cover the logo a little – and he left it that way!

He even asked to paint his face!  (Mandy had painted a lion face on herself and given Casey a little make up)  I never dreamed he would sit long enough, but he let me paint his face and asked for his arms to be gray, too.  I told him we’d better not paint his arms and he was ok.  He grabbed his axe and put his hat on and was ready to go.  (A word of caution – paint and beards do not go well together.  I never thought about that.  His beard was like a brillo pad and he was not a happy guy as we tried to get the paint out later!)

We posed for pictures and headed to the dance.  We got several compliments about our outfits and Casey took off dancing after tossing her basket and Toto at Mandy.  Rob climbed to the top of the bleachers in his usual place.  Casey danced her figure 8’s around the floor and he watched the flashing spinning lights.

Soon, he got up and actually danced with me!  He asked for “The Twist” but he was willing to dance to other music.  He has his own style of dancing, but I was so excited to see him willing to try something new!  Casey even slowed her dancing ( I use that term loosely – she tends to gallop back and forth and jump up and down) to dance with Mandy.   We had so much fun dancing together – and his hat stayed right on his head.  He was so proud of it.

I know how hard holidays can be for your little ones with autism.  I don’t miss the stress of trick or treating at all.  I don’t miss Halloween parties that I didn’t enjoy because Casey and Rob didn’t.  I don’t miss struggling to find ways for them to enjoy Halloween, too.  But, I have learned that just because something has “always been done this way” means it can’t be done differently.

We make our own traditions – ones that we can all enjoy together.  I remember the first year that all three kids carved their own pumpkins and how proud Casey and Rob were. (For the next several years, their pumpkins always looked exactly the same.)  Last year was the first time Casey didn’t ask to carve a pumpkin.  She hasn’t mentioned it yet this year.  I can’t decide whether to be happy to avoid the mess or sad that she is growing up.

There is more awareness of autism now than when my kids were little.  Hopefully, you won’t meet as many people who make nasty comments about your child’s lack of communication or the fact they aren’t wearing a “real” costume or are trying to grab too many pieces of candy.  If you do meet any, educate them, if possible.  Ignore them otherwise.  Some people will never be aware of the needs of others.  Don’t let them ruin your fun.

Dress your little one in whatever they can handle.  If it’s not a “real” costume, who cares?  Your goal is to help them have a night of fun – not to worry about the ignorance of others.  If your child is non-verbal, print a card that says “Trick or treat” on one side and “Thank you” on the other.  You can easily help them flash the words to people.

If your child only wants to go to one house, visit one and go home.  No one needs that much candy, anyway, and you’ll hopefully prevent a meltdown from sensory overload.  You may have to adjust your expectations to fit your child and that’s ok.  You can’t force your child to enjoy something and the possibility of a meltdown just isn’t worth it.

Adapt your plans as you need to.  Do what your child needs to do.  Ignore the people who have opinions on how they would handle Halloween – they are not experts on your child like you are.  I hope that your Halloween is a fun and happy time for you and your family.  I’m still so excited that Rob joined in this year and am hoping you have a wonderful time, too!

 

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Autism, Sensory Issues and Fun

Autism, Sensory Issues and Fun

In our house, the last weekend of September/first weekend of October is a time to be thought of all year.  That’s the week that the fair comes to town with all of the spinning, dropping, swooping rides that Casey and Rob just adore.  Their autism sensory issues enjoy the most amazing times on those rides.

Rob loves anything that will swing him.  His absolute favorite is a giant boat that swings back and forth.  While most people want the end seats so they go higher, Rob doesn’t care.  If the end is open, he’ll sit there, but he’ll take any seat, as long as he gets to swing.  He was on this ride at least eight times this morning.

Another favorite is one that swings side to side.  He giggles as soon as he sees it and smiles through the whole ride, even when it goes high.  It always amazes me that he is scared of heights (won’t even think about riding the Ferris Wheel) but he’ll happily jump on rides that go just as high.

He refuses to go on anything too high.  Or anything that will go upside down.  He likes to go in circles.  Casey will ride anything, at least once.  She has to ride the Ferris Wheel, even though she is terrified of heights because she has rode it every year.  It’s routine and you can’t break routine!

We plan to get to the fair early on Sunday mornings, because there is never a crowd.  The kids can run from ride to ride without stopping.  By the time the crowds come, they are ready for French fries and to head home.  Rob doesn’t like crowds at all and after a few hours, both of them begin “shutting down” because they are over-whelmed.  What was a dream time turns into a difficult situation for them.

The swinging calms Rob down.  I’ve often told our neighbor I was going to buy a huge boat swing for our backyard.  She was completely agreeable, as long as she could ride it, too.  While I am joking about the giant boat, I desperately wish I could find something else that makes him so calm and happy.  He loves his swing, but it can’t swing him as far and as high as he wants.

Many families I’ve talked to don’t go to the fair.  The noises, the lights, the spinning, the people – it’s just too much for many people with autism sensory issues.  I understand that completely.  While the kids enjoyed the fair when they were younger, it wasn’t nearly as much as now.  Today, they can tell me what they want to ride.  They can tell me when they have had enough.  (usually by asking for fries – that’s always been the last thing we do and as you know, you can never break the routine!)

Casey and Rob rode constantly for a few hours.  I don’t think Rob was completely ready to stop, but when Casey asked for fries for the third time, we knew it was time to go.  I can always tell by the look in their eyes when they are becoming overwhelmed and shutting down.  The happy, sparkles that they start the day with are gone and dull eyes are looking out.  They both withdraw when they are overwhelmed.

When Casey was little, she didn’t give me any warning that she was overwhelmed until the meltdown happened.  She wasn’t able to say she had had enough.  Thankfully, she can now.  Hopefully, your little ones will grow into that skill, too.  Rob never had those meltdowns.  He would just withdraw into himself until he felt better.

I’ve always been willing to leave when the kids let me know it’s time.  It’s hard to do that, sometimes, when it costs so much to go to the fair, but at the same time, we have beautiful memories of a day spent together laughing and having fun.  It’s hard to put a price tag on that, especially since for so many years, Mandy and Cory were far away and not able to go.  Having them all with me today was so special and a day I’ll never forget.

There was one minute today that I felt a little melancholy.  When Casey and Rob are at the fair, someone is with them all the time, except when they are riding. (I watch them get on and then go to the exit and wait – it’s awesome to be able to do this!)  I saw some women sitting on a bench, enjoying each other’s company while their kids ran around the rides.  For just a second, I wondered what it would be like to come to the fair and be that relaxed.

It’s not that I was jealous.  More that I was curious about a life like that.  But, as Cory pointed out, I could do that, if I wanted to – just go to the fair without the kids sometime.  He was grinning and I had to laugh, but he’s right.  I may wonder about the lives of others, but in reality, they have problems, too.  Maybe not the same issues that we have as a family, but something.

I hope that each of you can find ways to enjoy family time together.  It’s never easy (But I doubt it’s all that easy for “typical” families, either!) but go for it!  Stay a few minutes.  Leave when you want.  It won’t work out all the time, but when it does, you will feel like I do, right now.  Happy, relaxed and so blessed to have the kids that God gave me.

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Autism and Celebrating Another Birthday

Autism and Birthdays

It’s hard for me to believe that tomorrow, my “baby” will be 25!   Unlike Casey, Rob doesn’t seem to care about his birthday.  When asked what he wants, his answer is always “presents.”  Trying to ask for specific things, all the while trying to use a statement (tell me what you want) instead of a question is difficult for both of us.  But, that doesn’t matter because it will his day and I’ll do everything I can to make sure he knows how special he is.

When I think back to when the kids were little, it’s amazing to me just how different they were.  It seems I should have seen the autism in Rob earlier.  I was concerned and even talked to Casey’s neurologist and our family doctor about him.  They both agreed with his history, I needed to wait before I panicked.

For the first three years of his life, Rob managed to end up in the ER every six months or so.  As soon as I would get a bill paid off, he would end up there again.  He tumbled as a toddler and split his forehead open – stitches.  He had pneumonia. He fell down the basement steps and got to ride on a helicopter to a children’s hospital (he wouldn’t wake up).  He had a seizure after getting a set of vaccinations.  He jumped down the steps and broke his collar bone.  Need I go on?   I often said that had he been first, there wouldn’t have been another.

So, when he didn’t talk much, no one was very concerned.  He didn’t have routines that he needed to follow.  He didn’t have sensory issues when he was a toddler.  However, since he was language delayed, our school district put him in their preschool when he was 3.  It was the same one both girls had gone to and he was so proud to be there.  He played beside other kids, but rarely played with them.

But, he followed Mandy everywhere at home.  She would tell me what he wanted, so he never needed to use his voice.  She was the ultimate big sister to him and he still leans on her.  The years she was in Texas were especially hard on him.  Casey knew Mandy would come home and would watch the calendar for those dates.  He just knew she was gone.

Since he didn’t show many signs of autism, we waited.  He was going to preschool and getting speech.  There wasn’t much I would have done differently had he had a diagnosis.  When it was time for Kindergarten, though, the signs were becoming more obvious.  He went to our county board of DD Kindergarten and had a one on one aide that he adored.  I also made an appointment with the neurologist for him.  It didn’t take the doctor long to agree that he had autism, too.

I wasn’t surprised.  I didn’t feel much of anything, really.  It was what it was and a diagnosis didn’t change any of us.   It wasn’t till a few days later when Casey had one of her hours long meltdowns that it occurred to me he may start doing that, too.  And I cried.  I wasn’t strong enough to handle two screaming, kicking kids.

God was watching over me.  While Rob does have his issues, meltdowns have never been one of them.  He rarely gets angry and when he does, he tends to cry (like his mom!).   Rob was happy to go to school with Casey and his teachers were awesome with him.  His aide, Beth, went with him and stayed with him through elementary school.  He still talks about “My Beth” – that’s what he always called her.

Sensory issues were Rob’s biggest obstacle.  He hated most shirts, but jeans and tennis shoes were no problem.  He wore a hat everywhere he went.  He had hunter ear protection that he wore through his school day to add pressure to his head and block unexpected loud noises.  He had a huge platform swing in his classroom that he used all of the time.  Beth discovered while he was laying in his swing, he could spell and read and recite math facts much easier.

When he became stressed, he squeezed his jaw or flapped at his ears.  He still does the flapping, but now it’s by his jaw and it doesn’t happen often.  In some ways, his sensory issues have gotten better.  He is willing to try new foods, new places and new clothes, for short periods of times.  In others, it’s become harder for him.  Crowds bother him more.  Being hot is extremely uncomfortable.

Rob is a grown man now, but that little boy is still inside him.  He still loves Dr. Seuss and his Power Rangers.  Willy Wonka and The Wizard of Oz will always stop him in his tracks.  He still builds trees and power poles with his Legos.  “Where did Robbie go?” will always get a smile and giggle from him.  He is still Mom’s boy and still leans on Mandy.

He doesn’t like to get dirty like he used to.  He hates anything gooey on his hands.  He doesn’t like to wear jeans (though part of that is trying to find a pair that fits well!) and doesn’t always have a hat on.  His interests are not those of a grownup, but he is a happy guy.

To him, the best part of his birthday will be that Grandma Rose and Grandpa Mack, Mandy and Cory will be here and we will have Long John Silver’s for supper.  He’ll grin as we sing to him and blow out his candles.  He’ll open presents and say thank you.  And then he’ll be done with being the center of attention and disappear into his room.

I know many of your reading this have little ones.  I know you have days when you wonder how you can keep going because you are so darn tired.  I had those days and I can tell you, it does get easier.  It may not be a perfect life, but no one has that.  You will always have hard times, but you are strong enough to handle it.

I didn’t always believe in myself, but we are making it, day  by day.  I can sit and remember how far the kids have come and some day, you will do that same.  Your journey won’t look like ours at all, but it will still be a good one.  The ups and downs average out – even when the downs seem to never end.  Always believe in yourself and your child.

As for me, I’m going to go wrap Rob’s presents and hope he likes them.  I’m going to look at his scrapbook and know that little boy is still around – as cute and as ornery as ever.  I’ll be grateful he doesn’t climb to the roof and jump anymore and that he finally seems to have a small awareness of danger.  Some day, you will look back and be proud your child has come just as far.

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Autism Mom Takes a Break – and That’s OK!

Autism Mom

Every year in August, I take a few days and get away from real life.  And every year, I think “why am I doing this?”  It’s such an effort to make plans for the kids and so much worry.  Sometimes, it seems it would be easier to just stay home.  But every autism mom (and dad!) needs to get away from autism for a while.

The crazy thing is – I’m so lucky!  I have plenty of help with the kids.  Their behaviors are minimal and no health concerns.  It should be simple.  It is simple.  And the autism mom guilt hits me.  As I’ve told you before- I absolutely hate to ask for help.  I mentioned that to Tracie and she told me to get over myself.  She’s right.  But still… the guilt lingers.

In all honesty, Casey is thrilled I’m going away.  She loves seeing the schedule for the weekend and she asks for a present (preferably sweet tarts) when I come home.  She uses a calendar and understands when I’ll be back.  In the meantime, she giggles that Tracie is coming!  She laughs about Grandpa and Grandma spending the night here.  She can’t wait to sleep at Mandy and Cory’s house.  And she knows that she can smile her sweet smile and try to get her way, since mean mom is gone.

Rob isn’t as excited.  It used to be really hard on him when I left.  He would say “Mom’s here” every few minutes the entire time.  He wouldn’t look at the schedule and didn’t care who was staying where.  I had disrupted his world and he needed to know when I would be back.  Thankfully, he only asked once or twice while I was gone this time, so things are improving.

When I got to Mandy’s to pick them up, Casey smiled her beautiful smile and came for a hug.  Rob jumped up and yelled “Get da van!”  (yeah, he’s STILL doing it.  Over and over and over.)  Once he was home, he came for a hug.  Few things feel as good as a bear hug from my big guy!  He doesn’t hug easily – and often, he backs up to whoever wants a hug and lets them hug him.  I love that he wants to hug me as much as I want a hug from him.

So I made my schedule.  I packed his lunch for Friday.  I put them on their shuttle Thursday morning and tried not to cry.  I made notes for everyone.  Why, I have no idea, since it is about the same thing every year.  I separated their pills.  I made sure they had plenty of clothes.  Yes – I get obsessive at times.  I just want everything to be fine while I am gone.

The second time I went away for a few days, I made a schedule for the kids.  Every thing they would be doing was on a separate slip of paper so they could pull it off the door as they finished it.  This seemed to really help Casey and she loved pulling the papers off.  I wrote everything down – come home and take your pills, Tracie will take you for supper, take a shower and your pills, etc.  Everything they would be doing was on a slip.  I made a schedule for Tracie, my parents and Mandy that was much simpler – just who would be where when.  They all got copies and I hung one on the pantry door.

The last few years, I haven’t made tiny slips of paper.  I just typed the schedule and printed it and Casey was ok with that.  Rob began to read the schedule.  He may not have been happy with my leaving, but he doesn’t get too stressed about it.  I am assuming every time I leave and disaster doesn’t strike that it will get easier to go.  I doubt it, though.

Part of the problem with this autism mom is that whole asking for help thing.  But another part is just a typical parent. I know Casey and Rob best (though Mandy is pretty darn close!) and I worry.  I want the kids to be able to be with others without problems and I know the only way that will happen is if they are with others.  But I worry.

But I got things ready.  I double-checked plans. I triple checked plans. I packed my clothes.  And I left.

My destination was about 6 hours from home.  Since I was driving, I had plenty of time to wonder what I forgot.  And remind myself that everyone here could handle anything that happened.  I wondered where they would pick to go for supper.  As I drove through the mountains, I thought about how much Casey and Rob loved the mountains and playing in the streams (or watching the water).

Every  parent that leaves thinks about these things, I’m sure.  It’s not an autism mom thing.  But, it is different when your child has special needs.  Especially if there is a medical concern or verbal difficulties.  You need to go, though.  You need to take a break.  I usually leave on Thursday and am back Sunday afternoon.   That’s long enough.

You may not be able to get away for that long, but you do need to get away.  If money is an issue, see if you can visit a friend or family member.  You have got to have time to recharge yourself to be the parent your little one deserves.  They may not understand why you leave, but that’s ok.  They will still love you when you get back.

I know how hard it is to go.  I know that you think no one can care for your child the way you do, but that’s ok.  Part of teaching our kids with autism is to teach them to try new things – to be around new people.  Your child needs that.  They need to know that even if you are gone, they are safe.  You can do this!  Make your schedules, check and double check your lists.  Leave notes everywhere.  And then – GO!

You need time to take a deep breath.  You have to be able to sit and listen to nothing.  I sat in a lounge chair and watched people one afternoon.  My biggest decision was whether to have a candy bar or a cookie.  It was wonderful!  I had a book with me, but never opened it.  I just sat.  And yes, I text home about the kids and was always told how much fun they were having.

Let go of the guilt.  I try, but it usually shows up.  But – I go and I have fun and I know that’s ok.  I am allowed to have a life beyond autism mom.  You are, too!  You deserve time away.  And your child needs it, too.

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Autism and Siblings

Autism and Siblings

Autism and siblings can make for difficult family moments. When I wrote last week about turning into a “Mama Bear” I didn’t mention that, in our family, there is also a “Sister Bear.”  Sister Bear can be even more protective of Casey and Rob than me!  This fierce protectiveness helps relieve the Mom Guilt I’ve often felt because I always worried Mandy would somehow feel she wasn’t just as important and special as the other kids.

I had read so many stories of siblings of people with special needs who resented their family because the special needs child seemed to “get everything” and they felt left out.  I was determined Mandy would never feel that way, but I’m sure she did.  After all, even in “typical” families, siblings feel left out at times.

I’m not sure how old Mandy was when she realized that Casey and Rob were not like everyone else’s siblings – or if she even cared when she did.  She has always accepted and loved them as they are.  If anything, she expected them to be more what she wanted and could find ways to engage Casey in play, if only for a few minutes.  Rob was usually willing to do whatever Mandy wanted – and still is!

Our school district has 4 elementary schools and special needs students are in 2 of them.  This meant that Casey and Rob went to one school while Mandy went to another.  While I wasn’t crazy about the idea at first, I think it helped Mandy by letting her be herself and not just the sister with “odd” siblings.  She was a freshman in high school before she was in the same school as Casey.

To be honest, I didn’t think much about them being in different schools at the time, but now, I think it was a great thing for Mandy.  She needed a break from autism, even if she was too little to understand what that meant.  We all need that break, especially siblings.

Think of how difficult it is for you to hear something negative about your child with autism.  Can you imagine how hard it is for a sibling?   Especially if that sibling is young and hasn’t learned the hard truth that people aren’t always nice to others.  Mandy’s closest friends knew about Casey and Rob, but they accepted them and my kids joined in their play often.

There were difficult times for Mandy.  Items that were special to her were destroyed and couldn’t be replaced.  She was rightfully angry and I felt terrible that she was hurting because of autism.  I tried to help her understand that Casey and Rob didn’t mean to hurt her, but how could I help her when I felt the same frustrations at times?

I felt guilty when she wanted me to play with her horses or her Barbies and I had to sit at the top of the stairs so I could hear what Casey and Rob might be doing.  I felt like she only had half my attention when she deserved it all.  There is no stronger “Mom guilt” than feeling as if you can’t give your child your full attention.

When Mandy had special events, I made sure to make arrangements for Casey and Rob so I could be at them without being distracted.  It’s impossible for parents to be at every event for their child, but it is so important that you try – and that when you are there, that child has your full attention.  Remember – you have to celebrate every child’s achievements!  It’s easy to get so wrapped up in autism that a “typical” child’s accomplishments don’t seem that special.  Never let that happen!

Make time for special days with each of your typical children.  Every child needs one on one time with you.  You may need to be creative to find that time, but it can be done.  Once in a while, I sent Casey and Rob to school and took Mandy shopping and out for lunch.  Or I might let Mandy stay up late and we watched a movie after the kids went to sleep.  It didn’t matter what we did – only that it was just the two of us and she had my full attention.

I can’t imagine how hard it is for kids to have siblings with autism.  It seems they grow up much faster than their peers.  I can’t count the number of times Mandy took Rob to her room while I tried to calm Casey down.  Or the number of times Mandy gave me a hug as I cried because I was just so tired.  Or how I often I had to say to her we couldn’t do something because the other kids wouldn’t like it.  She seemed to take it all in stride, even as I was wondering if she would start acting out to get attention, too.

She defended (and continues to do so) Casey and Rob against anyone she felt was being unfair to them.  In high school, she overheard a boy call Casey a name and she went off on him.  She could barely tell me about it through her tears later.  I had a hard time comforting her when I wanted to find that kid and smack him, but she eventually calmed down.  She just couldn’t understand why anyone would be so mean because someone was different than them.  She still doesn’t.

Siblings of people with autism are often the most compassionate, strong, kind people you will ever meet.  They have lived a life most people cannot and will not ever understand.  They laugh at the silly fights other siblings have and they are typically very close.  They grow up knowing that it’s useless to get upset over little things and have a fierce independence.

You will make mistakes – we all do.  Forgive yourself and move on.  You will be too tired to play with your kids.  You will have to say no to some things.  You will have days that you feel like you are failing all of your kids.  But – those days are few and a new day always comes.  Do what you can, whether it’s spending a day with your child or cuddling on the couch.

I pray the same prayer other parents of children with autism pray – that Mandy has always known she is as awesome as Casey and Rob and that I love them all to the moon and back.