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Autism, OCD and the Can’t be Rushed Morning

Autism, OCD and the Can't be Rushed Morning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Autism and the Freedom to be a Perfect You

Autism and the Freedom to be a Perfect You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Autism and a Brand New Year

Autism and a Brand New Year

The end of a year is always a good time to think about where you have been, how far you have come and what you want in your life.

Where have I been? That’s a tough one. I’ve been stressed and angry to the point of tears. I’ve been so tired I can’t function. I’ve been stretched financially.

I’ve also been incredibly blessed. Blue came to live with us. Casey and Rob are making huge strides every day. I have a supportive, laughing, loving family. I have a best friend who more like a sister to me. This blog and our Facebook page are growing.

How far have we come? Farther than I could have ever imagined. Autism no longer defines me. It does shape us in many ways, but it’s not defining. (if that makes sense! ☺)

What do I want in my life? More chances to spread our story. To write a book. To be completely organized. To work out every day. To yoga more. More time with my brother. More time to craft and read. Less stress and tears. A plan to figure out how to do all of this without quitting my job. ☺

Casey and Rob always have such awesome perceptions that I don’t always think about, so I decided to ask them what they would like in 2019. (asking where they had been or how far they have come aren’t questions they would understand easily.)

When I asked Casey what she wanted from 2019, she said turkey and stuffing, to go to Grandma Rose and Grandpa Mack’s house, see Uncle Jeff and buy coloring books.

Rob wants to buy signs, go to McDonald’s, go swimming with Bob and Erin (aquatic therapy) and go to Salt Fork with Mandy and Cory.

He went to his room and came back. He wants to go hiking with Tracie and Casey added find a railroad tunnel with Tracie. (One of the state parks we hike at has a railroad tunnel we didn’t find last summer. ☺)

They didn’t worry about money, a better home or a better version of themselves. They wanted simple things that make them happy. A lesson we could all learn.

Every year, we seem to make resolutions to make ourselves better – lose weight, make more money, be this, be that. How many announce their resolution is to find simple joys? Let’s face it, sometimes, a life with autism is tough! Why add more stress trying to make improvements on you?

My resolutions this year are to find more laughs every day. To forgive people, if only to help me feel less stress. To hug more. To read on my porch swing. To praise more and critcize less. To find simple joys every day, write them down and put in a jar so at the end of 2019, I’ll have 365 amazing moments to remember.

My wish for you is the same. Find time for you – you can’t care for your child when you are burned out. Remember the things that bring you joy and look for them every day. Autism is hard. I know that. There are still joys to look for. Maybe it’s only 90 seconds to run to the bathroom by yourself – enjoy every second! ☺

Make this your resolution.  Don’t think you have to lose weight – think that a few minutes of exercise will relieve stress.  Change your resolutions into something easier to think about.  Don’t think about major changes.  Think about small steps – maybe clean out one closet as a step towards organization.  With autism, you don’t have a lot of extra time – so maybe just plan to find those precious few minutes every day just for you.  Minutes are there – you just have to be really creative to find them.  You need to do this – for your child, for your family, for you!

Happy New Year!

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Autism and How to Survive (and Maybe Enjoy!) Holiday Parties

Autism and How to Survive (and Maybe Enjoy) Holiday Parties

One of the statements I hear most often is how people dread holiday parties when their children has autism.  I am lucky – my family understands and loves my kids.  Even with this support, there are still times I worry about going to family events.  (And I can hear my brother, now “Just chill!”)   I try to, but I overthink when I’m tired or stressed.

It was so  much harder when the kids were younger.  Their sensory issues (especially Rob’s) and her need for strict schedules caused more than a few stressful moments.  Some family members didn’t understand – some thought they could be disciplined enough to lose the autism.  (They don’t see those people anymore!)  Now, I still need to consider their sensory issues, Rob’s anxiety and her strict schedules, but it’s easier to handle.

When you are deciding whether to attend a party or not, I think the first thing to consider is how the people feel about your children.  This may not sound nice, but if you know the other party guests will not be accepting of your kids, you need to consider whether they will be kind to them or say cruel things.  Your first priority is always to protect your children from people like that.  Family or not – if someone is not kind to my kids, we stay away.  I don’t need that and neither do they.  I know it’s hard to do sometimes, but really, why would you want to be around someone who isn’t kind to your kids?  

If you choose not to go, simply tell the hostess you have other plans for that day.  Or, simply tell them the truth – that you think it would be better for your children if you not come.  Remember – anyone who loves you will understand.  And, if they don’t understand or get upset – they aren’t your friend.  You don’t  need that in your life.  That’s the thing to always remember – those who love you will understand, no matter what.

Once you decide to go, think about what you might need.  If you have a child who is a picky eater, bring food with you that they will like.  Explain to the hostess that your child has a special diet and that you bring food wherever you go.  It’s silly to me that if someone has a food allergy and brings their own food, no one thinks anything about it, but if they have sensory issues and need a special diet, people are insulted.

I suppose it is because unless you live with sensory issues and the problems they can cause, you simply can’t imagine how difficult life can be for anyone with them.  It’s impossible to understand that foods can make a person gag or have a meltdown if they are afraid they might be forced to eat something.  We have lived with sensory issues for so long, yet there are still times that I miss a clue that something is bothering Casey or Rob.  Especially noises – I don’t always hear what they do.

So pack snacks or a meal for your child.  Bring whatever utensils they may need to eat.  Feed them early if you need to or give them snacks throughout the party.  Do what you need to so your child can relax and you can enjoy the party, too.

Bring an iPad if your child enjoys that.  Yes, you may hear comments about using an electronic babysitter (usually from parents who give their child their phone or park them in front of the TV to keep them entertained!) but, again, this is about your child relaxing, not worrying about what others think.  This is to help your little one get through a party – and maybe giving you a few minutes to visit with other adults.

If your person with autism has trouble with noise, bring a pair of noise-canceling headphones.  Ask your hostess if there might be a dark, quiet room (or even a corner of a room) where your child can go to calm themselves if they start getting anxious from the crowd.  

Let your child wear whatever they are comfortable in.  Yes, it would be awesome if they were wearing a cute Christmas dress or outfit, but is it really worth it to have a screaming child because the clothes are not comfortable?  Nope, not at all.  Even if the party is a “dress-up” kind of party, let your child wear something they are happy in – or don’t bother to go because it’s not going to be a good evening.  You might be okay for a little while, but sooner or later, they will decide the clothes are too much.  You will be looking at a meltdown or a naked child running through the party.  (yep – been there, done that.  Three year old Casey once stripped to nothing at a family reunion because she wanted to play in the wading pool and refused to get her clothes wet, even though I told her it was fine.  She stepped in pool with clothes on and stripped before I could stop her.   🙂  )

If your child needs deep pressure to stay calm, bring a weighted blanket or sleeping bag with you.  Pack a bag of favorite toys or fidgets – even if your child is an adult!   Age doesn’t matter when you need something!   Let people think what they want.  Your child’s happiness is your goal – not to live by another person’s warped opinion.

Please, if you are having a party, invite the family with autism.  They may have to say no, but you have no idea how good it feels to be invited, even if you decide not to go.  Ask the family if there is anything you can do to help them enjoy the party.  Offer a quiet place for the person with autism to relax.  Consider their possible sensory issues as much as possible – leave the scented candles unlit, dim what lights you can.  You have can’t imagine how amazing it feels to know someone is willing to go the extra mile to make sure your child is able to attend a party!

I know how hard it is to decide to go to parties.  Like I said, I still doubt myself at times.  But – you can’t let autism always rule your life.  That isn’t fair to you or your child.  You will never know until you try – and you just might get a beautiful Christmas surprise.  Go and be ready to leave if you need, but give your child a chance to show you and everyone else what he/she can do!  Plan ahead and don’t worry about what others think.  You don’t need that stress.

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Autism and the Excitement of Christmas

Autism and the Excitement of Christmas

This time of year can be especially difficult for families with autism.  So many people with autism rely on schedules to function each day and the holiday season with all of the extra activities can throw anyone into a meltdown.  (Even a few “normal” people!  🙂 )   Casey used to have a really hard time each December, but now, she’s just excited about everything.  Rob takes it all in stride – he’s pretty mellow about things, but his anxiety can be higher when he doesn’t get enough downtime.

We started our season a few weeks ago by going to our town’s Christmas parade.  It had been several years since we went to one as the kids are usually at camp that night.  Casey was beyond excited – she was going to see Santa on a fire truck and couldn’t stop giggling about that.  Rob was happy to go because Casey was happy and Mandy and Cory were coming!

He even put a hat and gloves on (mostly because Casey did!) and sat quietly under a blanket while we waited.  He did let out one yell, but when Cory reminded him he was hurting ears, he settled down again.  He was happy to sit and watch all of the lights – until one of the trucks pulling a float blew an air horn!  He jumped a foot and covered his ears as tightly as he could.  It has been years since I’ve seen him affected so strongly by a noise (I’m wondering if the ear problems he has had this year could have contributed to him being more sensitive to sounds) and I felt terrible.

Rob tensed up every time a truck came near us.  Mandy and I took turns covering his ears for him so he could relax.  Unfortunately, the excitement of seeing Santa was dimmed for him by the realization that there was an entire line of fire trucks coming towards him.  He loves fire trucks, but was so scared about the air horns blowing unexpectedly that he couldn’t really enjoy it.

Casey, however, was almost bouncing in her chair!  Santa was coming!  And he waved to her!  She couldn’t take her eyes off of him and the smile on her face was priceless.  She watched until she couldn’t see him anymore and asked if she could go talk to him soon.  (That’s on our list of fun things to do!)  I told her we would go to the mall and see him.

The day after Thanksgiving, we start decorating for the season.  Boxes were everywhere and Casey couldn’t wait to get her tree up.  I told her she needed to put her laundry away first and she did it in record time.  Their trees were up and stockings hung in their rooms.  They both love going to sleep with the tree lights (pretty and calming!).

We have a list of places we want to visit during the month.  Drive-thru light shows are always a great way to spend an evening (Never have to worry about the weather, crowds or anxiety!) and I’ve found a few new ones that we’re hoping to make it to this year.   Several of the zoos in the state do extensive light decorations, too, so that’s another option.  Casey just can’t wait for all of it!  She is constantly bringing me her calendar to ask for specific dates for activities.  It’s hard for her to understand that the weather is a factor and some things can’t be planned too far in advance.

One of the decorations that make our home special is the picture with this post.  Look carefully and see that Baby Jesus is being guarded by a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.  Rob got this turtle years ago in a McDonald’s Happy Meal and insisted that the turtle watch over the baby.  Every year, he looks for the turtle and places him near the baby in one of our nativity sets.  Rob kneels down and makes sure the turtle is in just the right place and that’s where it sits until I pack away the set for the year.  Rob checks each time he walks through the room to be sure the baby is still being guarded.

We stick with family gatherings and are so lucky that our family understands that Casey is deadly serious during the parties until the checklist in her head is complete.  First, you have to eat, then open presents, the take a family picture, then play games.  And when the games are played, she can smile and laugh because she is happy that everything was done and was just like the year before.  Rob joins in for parts of the party, but he also escapes upstairs to a dark, quiet room when he needs to.

I have a lot of ideas in my head of things I want to do during the Christmas season.  At times, it’s hard to balance what I know Casey would love with what Rob would enjoy.  She went to see The Nutcracker last week (my niece dances in it every year) while Rob stayed with me.  She wants to see Santa, while he probably could care less.  (She firmly believes in Santa – Rob will believe because she does, but I’m not sure he truly does.  He just won’t ruin it for her.  Empathy at it’s finest!)  She wants to make crafts and he might join in for a little while, but it doesn’t really interest him.

She wants to bake cookies.  He doesn’t care for them.  They both like to shop for presents for others – he tends to be more serious in his choices.  She knows who she wants to buy for and will grab anything at times so she can be done and look for things for herself.  They both love to wrap their gifts and watch people open them.

It’s also hard to balance what I want to do with what is best for them.  We can’t do too much in the evenings that may disrupt their night schedule or they may not sleep.  Long days away from home make it hard for Rob to relax when he gets home, so how far we can travel is a big factor in what we do.  You will have to try to balance what you want to do with what is best for your little one.  Even if they enjoy the activity you plan, will they be over-stimulated to the point that anxiety gets too high?  Will they be able to calm down when you get home?  It’s exhausting to try to think about all of the “what-ifs” when you plan something new!

While it may seem easier to just stay home, what if you tried and it went perfectly?  What if everyone has fun and you create memories that you never thought you would have?  You have to give your child a chance to be successful – even as you dread the possible meltdowns or stares from other people.  You will never know until you try!  Take those baby steps and venture out!  I know Casey and Rob are constantly surprising me with what they are able (and want!) to do now!

Start your own traditions for the season.  Your ideas may seem odd to others, but who cares?  They are for your family – your children.  Take drives to look at lights.  Make some gifts.  Bake.  Decorate as you need to.  Buy the comfy clothes your child needs to enjoy a party.   Try to relax and enjoy special events.  Find a babysitter (yeah – not easy, I know!) and leave your little one at home if you truly know they won’t enjoy what you are going to do.  (Let go of that guilt, too!)

I hope your holiday season is full of excitement, fun, love and laughs!

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Autism and the Different Therapies we Tried

Autism and Different Therapies

A few weeks ago, I mentioned in one of my posts that Casey and Rob had taken Equine (Horseback) therapy and I had a few questions about how that helped the kids and what else we had tried.

Casey and Rob both started with speech therapy early.  I drove Casey to a city about 35 miles from us twice a week when she was 3 to get speech therapy.  It was the closest place for us.  Once she began preschool with our local school district, she got therapy there and once a week the therapist came to our house.  Not only was this lady an amazing speech therapist, but she had some experience with sensory issues and taught me a few tricks that I still use today with the kids.  (Thanks, Connie!)

Rob started getting speech at home, along with a preschool teacher who visited.  Both were once a week when he just turned 3.  (Mandy was still in the preschool class he would be starting, so we thought it best for her to finish the year and have him start the following fall.  With his late August birthday, he would still have two years of preschool.)

Casey continued with speech therapy when she started Kindergarten and was seeing the therapist twice a week and for group time.  Our local hospital finally had a speech clinic by this time, so I took them both every week for one on one at the clinic.  This lasted about a year, until the hospital lost the therapist.  Several years later, I would again be taking them to that clinic for speech.

Rob went to our county board of DD Kindergarten instead of going to our local school district.  The teacher he was supposed to have was one that wasn’t good for Casey and I refused to let her near him.  While he was in Kindergarten, he started Occupational therapy, along with speech.  When the school district hired an OT, Casey started seeing her, too.  (OT can be a wonderful tool to help with sensory issues!  Neither Casey or Rob had many issues with fine motor skills, but the sensory play they taught helped so much!  Thanks, Deena, Steve, and Brooke!)

We discovered that many of Casey’s meltdowns were from sensory issues.  She was simply overwhelmed by sounds and couldn’t help herself.  She didn’t have the words to tell me what was wrong, so she screamed and cried.  (Don’t misunderstand – some of her meltdowns were schedule changes, too, or my changing the routine that she so rigidly followed!)  I learned that piles and piles of blankets were an absolute necessity for both kids to be able to calm down enough to even think about sleeping.  (We still had sleep issues, but screaming wasn’t one of them – finally!)

Rob needed deep pressure to stay calm and control his anxiety.  He was terrified of loud noises (School bathrooms were a nightmare for him!) and he wore ear protection for most of his elementary years.  Not only did the head set block (he wore a set of hunter’s ear guards) the noise, but it added deep pressure to his head and he didn’t feel the need to squeeze his jaw as often.  He wore a weighted vest when he was at school and also had a weighted lap blanket for days he needed even more.

It was suggested that a swing may help him even more and the school purchased a large platform swing for his classroom.  Beth (his one on one) figured out that he could do math and spelling quickly while he was swinging so she worked with him while he laid on the swing.  Spelling was always easy for him, but although he could do the math, it had little interest to him.

In 2003 – 2004 (I can’t remember, exactly!) we found out that an equine therapy group had been started.  I knew the couple who started it and decided to take the kids one evening to see what it was all about.  I knew Casey wouldn’t like it, as she was scared to death of animals, but part of the therapy was petting and brushing your horse and I thought she might get close enough to touch one.  I also knew Rob wouldn’t be a problem – my little daredevil would try anything.

I was shocked when Casey climbed into the saddle of the horse before she was even asked if she wanted to ride!   There was a person walking on each side of the horse and another one to lead.  She sat up so tall and looked like she had been riding her entire life.  Rob jumped on a horse, too, and soon gave the volunteers heart attacks as he leaned too far one way and then the other so he could watch the horse’s feet.  I assured them he wouldn’t fall, but it took a few weeks before they believed me.

During their therapy, they had to complete different games from their horse’s back.  They threw basketballs, tossed beanbags and rings and had to stretch to ring bells.  With the beanbags, the holes were different shapes and colors and they were told which color/shape to aim for.  Rob had a deadly aim, even as he barely looked at the board.  I soon learned that while they were on their horses, they could do things that they couldn’t do normally.  They both knew their right from their left hands (After years of doing this on horses, they still can’t tell me when they aren’t on one.  Or they simply don’t care!  🙂  )

They could answer simple questions and practice their spelling words.  We practiced math facts – anything to keep drilling those lessons into their heads.  (and strangely enough, the spelling and math stuck with them when they weren’t on their horses – it seems only right/left didn’t matter).  Because there was a large group riding, the evening also became something of a social event for me.  I could talk to other parents of kids with special needs as we took turns leading horses or walking with the kids.  It was great knowing that Rob’s squeals or Casey’s obsession with socks wouldn’t be an issue!  (By the way – Casey’s horse was named Socks – how appropriate is that?)

After more than 12 years of riding, we stopped horse therapy for different reasons.  I had developed a severe allergy to the horses and could no longer be near enough to help (even with medication, there were times I could barely drive home) and the kids seemed to be losing interest in it.  It had become something that “had” to be done instead of something we all enjoyed.  If you have equine therapy close to you, please consider trying it.  It was a great experience for us.

Rob takes aquatic therapy every two weeks at the hospital to help with his anxiety and for something he loves to do.  Insurance will only pay for 26 visits a year, but we are both thrilled with that.  He loves going and he loves his therapist (Thanks, Erin!) and is always excited to tell me what he did that day.  I did have to warn her that he would sink to the bottom and sit and not to worry about him, but it did still freak them out the first few times he did it.  (It seems he will never come back up as he sits down there and grins up at you!)

There are so many therapies available to help people with autism, now.  I do the same thing with therapies that I do with meds.  I think about what good can happen, what side-effects can happen and the expense.  And I ask the kids if they want to try. Sometimes, the answer is no, and that’s fine.  I wait a few months and ask again.

ABA became popular when my kids were a little older and there was no one in our state able to provide those services.  When I taught preschoolers with autism, we used the ABLLS system and I did a lot of that with Casey and Rob, even though they were much older.  They both enjoyed the little games and I’m sure it helped some.

As with anything else concerning your child with autism, follow your gut instincts when considering a new therapy.  You will know quickly if something is working (or not working!) for your child.  Find something fun with a great therapist.  And if you would like to hear more about our experiences with the therapies we tried, send me a message!  🙂

 

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Autism and Bright Spots in Life

Autism and the Bright Spots in Life

This may sound odd coming from someone with two adult children with autism, but the last few weeks autism and its affects have been a big topic in our lives.  Sometimes, I think we are so used to our life and our schedule that we don’t really “think” about autism, but it’s been big news this week.  Actually, the big news has been that both kids have made amazing strides and are doing such cool things.  Autism isn’t winning this week at all!

Bright Spot #1 – Casey got to be Cinderella for their Halloween dance and wear her dress to the workshop the next day.  She had asked to be Cinderella for 2 months and couldn’t stop smiling as she got into her beautiful, glittery (ugh – i don’t do glitter at all!  🙂  ) dress.  She posed for several pictures before dancing at her “ball.”

Bright Spot #2 – Rob found a clown costume he wanted to wear. We had planned to be characters from Cinderella (Rob, Mandy and Cory were mice, I was the fairy godmother) but he wanted to wear this outfit so bad.  And it was a mask!  He has NEVER worn a mask before, but was so excited and giggled as he got dressed for the dance.  (I hate clowns – I mean, I seriously do NOT like clowns and this was a creepy clown mask!  But – he was happy!)  He only wore it for a while at the dance (he got too hot), but everyone commented on how cool he looked.

Bright Spot #3 – I had to take Rob to the ER Tuesday.  And no, that’s not the bright spot!  The bright spot was that even though he hates hospitals, strangers and new places, he was wonderful!  He sat quietly and waited, then let the doctor look at his ears, even though he wanted our family doctor.  He waited while the nurse got his meds ordered and then asked to go back to the workshop instead of going to Grandma’s house.

Bright Spot #4 – Casey passed out candy to the “widdle” kids who were brave enough to trick or treat in the rain.  She giggled and rocked back and forth as she watched them walk up to the porch.  She was so excited!  This was the first year we had tried doing this, as she as always asked about trick or treating and I wasn’t sure she would be ok with passing out candy and not going herself.  I’m sure some of our neighbors would be okay with her dressing up and trick or treating at their houses, but I have finally gotten her to understand she isn’t going, so I don’t want to do that.  She lasted about half an hour, then decided her iPad was more fun than more little kids.  🙂

Bright Spot #5 – Rob tried two new foods this week!  He didn’t like either of them, but he was willing to take a bite and try.  I think the pudding texture is just too hard for him, but he just didn’t like the crackers.

Bright Spot #6 – I picked them up early Thursday for Rob’s follow up appointment with our family doctor.  We had to wait over half an hour (a rare thing in our doctor office!) but they both sat so quietly and patiently in the waiting room.  He got giggly at one point and she was rocking in her chair, but in no way did they disturb anyone else waiting.  When we got to see the doctor, Rob answered his questions and showed him which ear was bothering him.  And then told him we were going to Hobby Lobby and the Dollar Tree.  And Casey added McDonalds!   (We had a really nice evening!  No anxiety song, despite the crazy, rainy weather and the change in his routine!)

Bright Spot #7 – They both volunteer at different places around town with staff from their workshop.  Friday, Casey went to a day care while they children were sleeping to clean toys.   Her staff was so excited, they called and told me all about how she smiled and carefully wiped every toy and the bin the toys were in before putting everything back quietly.  The pictures they shared are so precious to me – Casey has a huge smile on her face!  (And she didn’t even try to take any Sesame Street toys home with her!  🙂  )

Honestly, I needed a week of bright spots.  Life has been crazy busy and I’ve felt like I was just dealing with stuff and not really enjoying all the little moments that we all need to see every day.  I’m usually the kind of person to always look for the bright spots in every day.  I thank God for the happy little moments that we can all find each day if we look hard enough, but lately, even though I’m thankful for those little moments, I haven’t fully enjoyed them.

Today, as I write this, I’ve loved remembering each moment.  I look at the kids and think how proud I am of them – how hard life is for them at times, but they still laugh and smile about little things.  Like a new coloring book and a pack of clay from the Dollar Tree or McDonalds for supper.  A costume they love – seeing Mandy and Cory – going to Wal-mart with Mandy and having supper at their house.  Tracie is coming tonight and Casey can’t stop giggling about that.

And I know that they (and autism) have taught me so much more than I ever taught them.

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Autism and Please Just Ask your Questions

Autism and Please Just Ask your Questions

Tracie and I took the kids to Richland Carousel Park yesterday.  It’s about an hour and half from our house and none of us had ever been there.  The day was chilly and rainy and something indoor seemed like a good plan.  Casey and Rob both stim on carnival rides, so we were curious about how they would react with one that wasn’t quite as wild as what they usually liked.  Autism can give things such a different perspective.

Despite a few twists and turns (we didn’t know they were having a Halloween parade yesterday and a bunch of streets were blocked off!) we got to the park.  Casey was thrilled with the gift shop – coloring books to look at!  But Rob took one look at the carousel and he was ready to ride.

Tickets are very reasonable and I wanted them to really experience the ride.  Tracie and I each rode twice and the kids rode a few more times.  Their smiles were amazing and I knew we had found something they both enjoyed.  It was a little loud, so by the time they were on their fourth ride, I knew it was time to go.

We went into the gift shop to look around.  Rob had little interest in looking and was getting hungry so he was rocking and humming a little.  Casey looked quickly, but she was ready to go, too.  As we were walking to the door, a lady asked if she could talk to me a minute.

The carousel is having an event for special needs families and she wanted to invite us to it.  I told her that was awesome for them to do that and thanked her for the information.  Her next questions made me laugh, until I realized she was serious.

“Did I offend you?”

Offend me?  I’m sure the look on my face told her what I was thinking before I laughed and said no way.  Apparently, a woman had gotten really upset and told her she was offended when she invited that family to the event, so the clerk was a little worried about offending others by asking.

And that brings me to my point of this blog.  Seriously, folks, if you have half a brain and pay attention, it’s obvious Casey and Rob are special needs.  Maybe you don’t recognize autism, but you can tell they aren’t typical adults.  Please – instead of staring – ask your questions.  I won’t get offended,  I’d rather people were just honest instead of staring and making comments.  (By the way, if they are unkind comments and I hear them, you might meet Mama Bear!  😉  )

Please – don’t tell your kids not to stare or pull them away.  Let them talk to us.  The more you make it seem like it’s a bad thing to have autism, the more they will avoid some pretty awesome people.  Let them ask questions.  Let them smile and say hi.  Let them ask Casey about her Elmo shirt or Rob what song he is singing.

People with autism have a hard enough time fitting in at times.  If you avoid people with special needs, your children will learn to avoid them, too.  You may be uncomfortable, but that’s okay.  I’ve been uncomfortable many times and I’ve survived and made some wonderful friends in the process.  Ask me why he is rocking (to calm himself).  Ask me why she is holding my elbow and he’s holding my hand (for comfort in crowds.  Ask me why he is going into the women’s restroom with me (he doesn’t go  in men’s room unless it’s a one stall bathroom and I can wait outside for him!).

Ask me why he leans his forehead to mine (comfort and to show love).  Or why she giggles at crying children or angry people (she nervous).  Ask me why he is wearing sleeveless shirts in January (sensory issues).  Ask me why she is wearing two shirts when it’s 80 degrees outside (cause the calendar tells her to!).  Ask me why he is talking too loud (he doesn’t know it!).  Ask me why he is singing Long Black Train (anxiety).

Ask why she is 30 and carrying an Elmo around (cause she loves him!).  Or why he doesn’t answer your questions himself (he doesn’t talk to strangers).  Just ask.  We won’t bite you for asking, I promise.  We would much rather you talk TO us than ABOUT us.  Autism isn’t contagious – but kindness is.  Casey and Rob remember who is kind to them – who respects them.  And they will never forget.

Maybe there are some parents who aren’t ready for your questions.  Maybe they are new to the journey of autism or are having a really bad day.  Maybe they haven’t fully accepted their life.  Who knows?  But just because one person reacts negatively to your questions, please don’t stop asking.  We need acceptance and discussions – not your stares.  Our families are just like yours.  We want to visit places and go out to eat.  We want to go to the movies and we want to play miniature golf.  Please help us do that.

Your kindness and smiles will encourage us to try again if an outing doesn’t go as well as we hoped.  Even if we can’t smile back (if a child is in the middle of a meltdown, smile and ask the parent if you can help – and don’t be offended if they don’t want your help.  We deal with this every day – and in the middle of a meltdown, we are only thinking of getting out of wherever we are!), when things settle down, we will remember the sweet person who smiled at us.

So – ask away.  I’m always open to questions.  You can message me on our Facebook page or contact me on here.  I don’t mind discussing personal issues with you, but I won’t do it in a public way – only through email or private messages.   🙂

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Autism and the Really Bad, Terrible Day

For the most part, I do laugh about most of our “adventures in autism” but there is one day that will never be funny to me. You might think it was the day Casey was diagnosed – or Rob. No, those were tough days to hear about autism but our really bad, terrible autism day happened in February when Casey was 6, Mandy was 3 and Rob was about 18 months.

Casey was in Kindergarten. Mandy was going to the preschool that Casey had attended. Two days a week, as soon as Casey got off the school bus, we loaded into the van to go get Mandy. This was our routine and it was fine with Casey as she loved visiting her old school.

On that day in February, a snowstorm was predicted for the next day, so I decided to stop and grab some milk on the way home from picking up Mandy. Casey was happy in the van, until we turned into the parking lot. She didn’t start screaming then – she just made unhappy noises and I assured her we were not going to be in the store long. I got everyone out of their car seats, kept Rob in my arms and grabbed Casey’s hand while Mandy took her other one.

The closer we got to the store, the more Casey got worked up. She was chanting “Barney! Barney!” but still in control. (Her routine was to watch Barney the Dinosaur when she got home from school.) When we walked into the store, she dropped and the screams started. I had to put Rob down to try and reason (what was I thinking???) with her. Rob was thrilled and toddled off. I had to send Mandy (remember – she was 3!) after him because I couldn’t leave Casey who was blocking the entire doorway and showing no signs of ever getting up.

Her screams echoed through the store. I’m sure people were staring, but I didn’t have the time to look. I was sweating and so mad. I knew she was upset because of the change in her routine. I knew she probably couldn’t help it. I simply didn’t care. I just wanted to yell back at her to get up and get in the cart and stop screaming. I was shaking. I was furious. And I knew that I was the world’s most terrible mom for being mad at my child with autism.

Rob and Mandy were having a great time running around. Mandy was dragging my purse because I couldn’t hold onto it and try to get Casey up. She was throwing herself around and kicking and I couldn’t get a grip on her to pick her up. And I swore to kill that stupid purple dinosaur. (Okay – yeah, I know that wasn’t so reasonable, but you have to understand the state I was in.) I finally got a grip on her belt loops and picked up her as she screamed and kicked. Not one person stopped to ask if I needed any help.

Mandy saw I had Casey in my arms so she grabbed her little brother and ran to the door with me. (They were still having fun running!) I still don’t know how I got all of us across that parking lot. Casey was still screaming and kicking and I don’t know how many times I almost dropped her. God was watching over us – we made it safely to the van. As soon as she realized we were going home, Casey stopped screaming, looked at me, and said “Barney.” And I, being the calm rational gal I am, said “Nope, no way! You are never watching that damn dinosaur again!” (Yeah, not my finest moment. I still feel terrible.)

When we got home, Casey ran right to the TV for Barney and I turned it off. (again, not my finest moment – what can I say? I wasn’t thinking straight) Casey, of course, hit the floor screaming and I started crying. I called my mom and cried and yelled into the phone. I swore she would never, ever watch that damn show again. I cried that I couldn’t do this anymore. I was done. Finally, my venting was over and I just cried. I was exhausted. My mom kept telling me this was just a bad day and that we would be okay. I didn’t believe her and told her as much.

Casey finally wore herself out and fell asleep on the living room floor. I hung up the phone and laid on the kitchen floor. I was too tired to get up. I was too tired to care about moving. I heard Mandy and Rob playing and closed my eyes. I ..kept praying the same thing over and over “Please, God, give me strength. I can’t do this.”

Of course, after some sleep, I knew keeping Casey from Barney wasn’t fair. She watched him later that evening (and she still watches that silly show!).

That day still makes me want to cry. I can still remember how I felt sitting on the kitchen floor. I know how tired I was. And I know we made it through.

I don’t share this story for anything other than to show that your terrible days will pass, too. I know how exhausted you are. I know you are just done. I know you sit on your kitchen floor and cry in the phone. But I also know you are stronger than you think.

When you have days like that, go easy on yourself. Yell, cry, pray – whatever you need to do to get through that moment and on to the next. Take a deep breath – slowly in through your nose and out your mouth. Let go of the guilt you may feel over not being the mom/dad that you think your child needs. Your child needs you. Simple as that.

Look at us. We had dark days. We had days that lasted weeks (and still do, at times). And Casey and Rob are both happy. They are doing so well. Her doctor even suggested decreasing one of her medicines and see how she does. They enjoy their lives and being with people they love.

You can do this. I promise.

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Autism and the Questions I Never Asked

First, I have to say, the above picture is one of my absolute favorites of the three kids together. It has been hanging in my kitchen or dining room since it was taken – 14 years ago! I realize you can’t see the kids’ faces, but I just love that they are walking hand in hand and completely in step with each other on a beach that they love going to. Autism isn’t obvious, unless you know the kids.

That really is a snapshot of how they grew up. Mandy was in the middle and guiding Casey and Rob towards fun and safety. She never seemed to notice how different they were from her friends’ siblings or that her life was very different in ways, because of autism. The kids weren’t always in such perfect step together, but they were always together.

I am always bragging to people at how amazing Mandy and Cory are to Casey and Rob. There are so many siblings that simply have nothing to do with the person with autism and I thank God every day that my kids are close. I just can’t imagine the pain a parent would feel knowing that autism kept the family from being close. Mandy will say how great her childhood was and, in many ways, I think it was. But – there are questions I never asked her, because I am not sure I want to hear the answers.

Like – did she ever notice that we didn’t go many places as a whole family? Did it bother her that many times, she only had one parent at her school events? (yes, I know many children have only one parent at events, but I’m thinking just of her. 🙂 )

Did she ever notice that so often when we played Barbies or horses or Power Rangers that I never got too far away from the top of the stairs so I could hear what was going on downstairs? Did she notice that I was distracted as we played some days?

Did she feel left out when Casey and Rob went to therapies? I know she didn’t like that they had horse therapy, at first, because she so loved horses and she wanted to ride, too. When she got a little older, she volunteered with the riding club, but I still regret that she didn’t get to ride when she was the one who loved horses so much.

Did she get tired of sharing a room with a sister who had meltdowns often? or who couldn’t sleep many nights?

I know there were times she was furious with Casey and Rob. There were times they took something precious to her and broke it or just got on her nerves. But did she resent the way I handled those situations? I could tell Casey and Rob not to touch things that weren’t theirs, but in reality, their impulsiveness overrode any words I could say. I never felt I handled those times right – I tried, but I don’t think she truly understood that I knew how upset she was – there was just little I could do, except cry and hope that she didn’t grow up to hate her brother and sister.

Did she notice how many times Casey and Rob’s needs had to come before hers? When they were little, I hoped every day that she would never feel like she wasn’t just as important as the other kids, but it was (and still is, at times) a worry I can’t shake.

Did she have plenty of time to just be a kid? And not have to help keep an eye on Casey and Rob as we played outside or ventured to a store? Did she have enough freedom to just be her – Mandy – and not their sister?

Did I make sure they all followed the same rules? I hope so – I tried – but I wonder, at times, if I was more lenient on Rob, because he was the baby, not so much because he had autism. I suppose that’s something every parent worries about, but when there is a special needs sibling or two tossed in, it’s even harder.

It seemed some days that my entire day was dealing with autism in one way or another. Those nights, I would fall into bed and feel so guilty that Mandy didn’t get the few minutes of attention I wanted to give her. (Autism mom/dad guilt just sucks, doesn’t it?) I hated that I couldn’t spend the whole afternoon playing games with her without constant interruptions from autism.

Did she resent it when I asked her to watch the movie Casey or Rob chose, even though it was her turn? It didn’t happen often, but some nights, I just couldn’t deal with the thought of another meltdown from Casey because her movie wasn’t on when she got out of the bath. Luckily, Mandy and Rob tended to be obsessed with the same movies (except Willy Wonka – she never got into that one like he did!) – like Wizard of Oz and the Power Rangers – at the same time. And even luckier, Rob did whatever Mandy wanted so he was happy with anything she chose.

Did she get tired of our routines? Or did she like that she always knew what was going to happen?

I know every parent has questions like this, whether there are special needs family members or not. This is just something I’ve been thinking about the last few days – I’m not sure why – maybe because I was looking at pictures from when they were younger and thinking about how many times Mandy had to jump in and help with Rob when Casey was having a meltdown. Or look for Rob when he climbed somewhere and we couldn’t find him. And those thoughts led to the questions.

Casey, Mandy, Cory and Rob are close now. While Casey loves Mandy and Cory, Rob takes that love to an adoration. He is still the same little boy who would follow his sister wherever she wanted to go (and I have pictures to prove it!) and now he follows Cory that same way. Now, I know she doesn’t resent her siblings, but when they were little? I’m sure there were times she hated autism – same as I did. I am sure she never hated Casey or Rob – just the actions that were caused by the autism.

I wish that every person with autism had a Mandy and a Cory in their lives – that every family could be as close as ours. Despite my guilt at not always being the mom I wanted to be for Mandy, I know how lucky we are to have each other.