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Autism and the “Wow” Day

Autism and the Wow Day

I’m sure all of you know that when you plan a day of activities, it rarely goes as planned. Especially with autism in the mix – sensory issues, anxiety and so many other things can cause a day to be “off.” Yesterday, we planned a day of shopping and with the weather changes coming our way, I knew Rob may have some issues with anxiety. (Not to mention that shopping really isn’t his favorite thing to do! 🙂 )

Casey had birthday money she wanted to spend and we hadn’t had a chance to get to the mall until yesterday. I had to make a few stops before we left town and they were both okay with that. Then I realized that when Casey asked about shopping, she meant a girls’ day – not really one that included the guys. Ooopss…. but she was okay with them going with us yesterday when I promised that Mandy and I would take her prom dress shopping without Rob soon. And she was so excited to be going to the mall!

We stopped at Hobby Lobby first and she immediately dropped to the floor in the Easter section to find just the right Easter coloring book. Rob waited patiently to go look at signs while she looked at every book. Then she giggled and grabbed a set of bunny ears on a head band. She really laughed when I told her it was her money – she could buy what she wanted so she grabbed a bag of Easter egg foamy stickers, too.

We stopped by the sign section on our way to the other coloring books and Rob picked out another sign for his room and another light switch plate. (He has 3 or 4 now, but won’t let me put those on the wall – they are to hold while he looks at his iPad and must be in a certain place on his dresser the rest of the time.) Rob happily looked at colored pencils and boxes of crayons while Casey was thrilled to discover a bigger selection of coloring books that usual.

She has to look through every single one. I’m still not sure what she is looking for – I thought it was color by number pages, but she put back books with those and kept looking. After several minutes, I told her she needed to find a book – we had more shopping to do and you just never know how long Rob will stand before he gets in to his anxiety song. She finally picked a color with water Sesame Street book.

While we were standing in the check out line, I asked Rob to push the cart back to the front of the store. This is a huge thing for him, as most of the time, he’ll do it, but he doesn’t really notice people around him and I’m worried he will run into someone. But not today – he watched the lady beside us and carefully pushed it back to the other carts and came back to me. A big step for us!

Casey picked what stores she wanted to go to in the mall while Rob just waited patiently for a snack. He sat and waited while she picked out a shirt for her talent show in a few weeks and carried the bags with their other purchases. They both walked by the play area without a second glance (a HUGE step for us!) and we had a snack – without rushing! Rob finished and just watched the people around us – he didn’t start singing or trying to leave. He just sat. I was SO proud of him!

As we walked down the mall, we found the Easter Bunny! Casey couldn’t stand still from excitement! She smiled and waved at the bunny while Rob just looked at him. The photographer asked if they wanted to come in and say hi to the bunny and Casey darted right in (I was a little afraid she would flop on his lap, but she just shook his hand and giggled!) but Rob held back. I told him he could go say hi if he wanted to. He walked over, shook the bunny’s hand and looked at me with a smirk on his face.

While Casey looked at socks (imagine that! 🙂 ) Rob said “mouth” and I turned to see what he was looking at. He was talking about the Easter Bunny – his mouth didn’t move when he talked. Rob knew it was a person in a costume and not a “real” bunny. But he also realized that Casey believed it was the “real” Easter Bunny and he wouldn’t do anything to ruin that for her! Again, I was so proud of him – that is a lot of thoughts to process! She told everything she saw the Easter Bunny, but he never mentioned it again.

When we were done shopping, she wanted to hold onto me. Rob was walking in front of us (I think he was done and making sure we were heading for the car! 🙂 ) and I told her she could walk with him. She stepped up to him and they grabbed hands. I love how they look out for each other when we go places! They held onto each other until we got to the car. (He always knows what door we came in and where the car is – very handy! 🙂 ) And it dispels the myth that people with autism don’t feel empathy – he knows she feels safer when she is holding someone and he never pulls away from her.

It was getting cloudy as we drove home (we live about 30 minutes from the mall) and I was waiting for Rob to start singing his storm song, but he never did. He held onto his bag with his sign in it and looked out the window all the way home. We even went for a long walk when we got home and he never sang his song!

Autism is just a part of us and if it had popped up during our day, we would have handled it like we usually do, but it was amazing to have a day of fun without really thinking about it. Sometimes, we just need a break from the stress of worrying about going new places or worrying about what might trigger sensory issues or anxiety. Yesterday was definitely a welcome break!

I hope each of you has a “welcome” break soon! Enjoy every minute of it!

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Autism Awareness Month – Do What’s Best for Your Family

Autism Awareness Month

I’m sure most of you know that April is Autism Awareness Month and that April 2nd is World Autism Day. Most posts ask you to wear blue to show your support and puzzle piece items are abundant this time of year. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about April the last few days, thanks to a follower on our Facebook page. He had several really good points. I’ve also read other posts from families who dislike the puzzle piece and wearing blue. Other families “Color their world.” Still others do nothing. My point is – do what is best for your family.

I understand people don’t like the puzzle piece as they feel it is saying their child is “missing” something. A well-known autism organization likes to say “Till all the pieces fit” as if lives were a puzzle that may not be completed, until autism is cured. I’ve written before I am not a parent who wants to see my children “cured.” There is nothing wrong with them – autism is part of them, like my temper is part of me. To say they need cured is like saying they have a terrible disease and not just a different way of thinking and feeling.

I like reading what other people think as it gives me a different perspective. I also know that many unscrupulous people use “Awareness Months” to scam people from money. Please, please – if you feel the need to donate, give directly to the organization – do not donate over the phone when someone calls you. Or give your donation to a local organization that helps families with autism.

I never felt the puzzle piece was a negative symbol for autism. (Please – this is only my opinion and I’m not trying to convince anyone to think like me!) I like the bright colors. I wear puzzle piece charms. I also wear puppy paws. My charms are only for things I love – not a political statement. But I have another reason to wear the puzzle piece….

Casey likes it. Simple as that. She doesn’t think there is anything wrong with her – she just likes the puzzle pieces. She doesn’t understand why people argue about it. She likes that “she” has a ribbon and that she can give them to her friends in April. To her, April is a celebration and you know how she loves celebrations! She won’t tell you she has autism. She won’t tell you much about herself. Casey and Rob both know they are different than others – they just don’t care.

They are happy. They have a huge family that loves them. They have Mandy and Cory. They have Elmo and magazines. They have crayons and color by numbers. They get to go hiking with Tracie and to sleep at Grandma and Grandpa’s. April isn’t a month to point out their differences to them. If anything, it is a month to celebrate those differences.

Casey is very proud of her puzzle piece flag on the front porch and they both like putting blue flags in the yard. We don’t do it for acknowledgment – we do it because they like it! We will wear blue on April 2nd because Casey loves it when we do. We are not doing it as if to say “hey look at us – this month is about us.” We do it because it makes our family happy. In our house, every month is Autism Awareness.

We spread awareness all the time. Every time we go to a store or visit a new place, we are spreading awareness of autism. We don’t need a special month to spread awareness, as my Facebook friend pointed out – most people have some awareness of autism now. We need to spread the joy we feel as parents of these amazing people! We need to show our pride. We need to support each other, as we all know we have bad days. Judging other families for how they live with autism is hurting everyone who lives and loves autism. Be kind. It’s really that simple.

So for this “Awareness Month” I’ll be sharing bits and pieces of our journey on our Facebook page and we will be proudly wearing blue and displaying our flags. Because every time someone laughs at something one of the kids did or thinks outside the box because we did, more lives will be affected. Maybe a teacher will try to be more like the ones my kids had or a parent will feel less alone. (Autism can definitely be a lonely journey at times. 🙁 )

Happy April, everyone! Spread pride and joy! Think of this as a month to celebrate your amazing family! Casey thinks we need a cake and Rob wants cookies. I think we can do that. Maybe I’ll even make them puzzle piece shaped or blue…. 🙂

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Autism and a Birthday Week

Autism and a Birthday Week

Casey loves birthdays. She loves to know everyone’s birthdays and can still tell me the birthdays of children in her preschool class! (thanks to her autism!) She hears someone’s birthday once and she doesn’t forget. It took me years (and sometimes, she still asks!) to get her to understand that we are not celebrating every birthday she knows, nor are we going to find those people and intrude on their celebrations.

As much as she loves other people’s birthday, nothing compares to the excitement she feels when it is HER day! She reminds me as soon as Mandy’s birthday is over in February that she is next. She doesn’t countdown – she just says “Casey will be 31 March 22.” Over and over… and she will make a list of what she wants. And where she wants to eat it. Everything must happen. This year, though, we saw that as excited as she is, she is willing for changes to happen.

My dad’s birthday is the day after hers and we have always had two celebrations. We wanted her to have her special day and even when we talked about combining them in other years, Casey wasn’t happy about it. Grandpa’s birthday was not the same day as hers and shouldn’t be celebrated on her day. (We always have her birthday party on her day – she can’t grasp doing it another day.) This year, she was okay with celebrating both together! It was a huge step for her!

She was a little concerned about how many candles we would need, as she said she needed 31 and Grandpa needed 74 (at which point Rob spoke up and said “105” and completely shocked me. He never talks about math and didn’t like it in school… this is just more proof they know more than they tell us and we should never doubt their abilities!). I told her we were absolutely not going to light 105 candles (though, now…. I kind of wish we did! 🙂 ) and she laughed. She has been okay with fewer candles on her cake for a few years – as long as she gets to blow them out and have everyone (including herself!) sing to her.

Another change this year was she decided she wanted “banilla pie with bananas” instead of cake! I was amazed she wanted pie instead of the traditional cake which usually has a Sesame Street character on it. I bought the ingredients for her pie (banana creme! lol) but was sure I would be making another trip to the store for cake stuff. She never changed her mind. She did keep reminding me that she wanted a new Ernie, summer PJ’s and money to go shopping. 🙂

She was up before dawn on her birthday. When I went to get her up, she bounced to me for a hug (WOW!) as I sang Happy Birthday to her. She had the sweetest smile on her face and couldn’t wait to start her day. They had her favorite doughnuts for breakfast and off to Hopewell.

As soon as they got home, she said she wanted McDonald’s for supper. I reminded her we could go anywhere (can you guess who didn’t really want that?? 😉 ) but she insisted. Mandy and Cory came for supper and then it was a waiting game until Grandma and Grandpa, Uncle Jeff, Aunt Angela, Lacey and Anna arrived. She was so happy to open presents – to find Sesame Street coloring books and books, summer PJ’s and money. Then…. Ernie!! She lit up when she saw how big he is and named him “Da Biggest Ernie” But, even better – Mandy and Cory bought her Elmo Fatheads (giant wall stickers) She wasn’t sure what they were at first, but was thrilled it was Elmo. Now he is all over her walls and she giggles when she thinks about that.

The funny thing is, once she had her pie (and a piece of Grandpa’s cake) she disappeared into her room. To her, her birthday was done. She didn’t care that her guests were still there, nor did she wait for good-byes from them. She had been running on excitement all day and she needed down time. She was happily folding socks as everyone left. Life is simply good.

I am still surprised that she was okay with sharing her party with Grandpa. (She did insist on seeing him on his birthday, which was no big deal. 🙂 ) I am surprised that Rob did that math. I am surprised that she asked for money to go shopping. I am completely in shock that she read every birthday wish she got on my personal Facebook page and our autism one. She carefully took my phone and slowly scrolled through them all. She loved seeing the GIF’s and the little pictures that people added to their comments. That was the first time she has ever shown any interest.

Autism constantly surprises me. Not always in as good of ways as this week, to be sure, but life is certainly never boring. Never, ever give up that your child will learn something new – that he/she will grow and change. You can’t possibly know the future. Keep your faith and enjoy every little surprise that comes your way.

By the way – Casey told me this morning that Grandpa’s birthday is all done… and it’s only 364 days (next year is Leap Year) until her birthday again and she will be 32. 🙂 🙂

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Autism – The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

Autism - The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

I got a message from someone who follows our Facebook page that informed me she was “unliking” the page because I was unrealistic with my views on autism. Against my better judgment, I asked what was unrealistic about my posts (because I really try to keep it real! 🙂 ) and she replied that autism isn’t the “rainbows and unicorns” that I believe it is and that a “real” mom would be praying for her children to be cured, not bragging about how far they have come.

Hmmm…… what?

I took a deep breath, counted to ten and tried to reply with kindness.

She again called me a bad mom for being proud of the kids and not just praying for a cure. She said I only shared fairy dust (she did like her pretty picture words, I’ll give her that. 🙂 ) and that her life was nothing like what I wrote about.

Yeah – and neither are my friends’ lives, lady. I tried again to be kind, as I truly believed she needed help and that God would want me to be kind.

She said that I make autism look easy and it’s not (yes – I write about good days – but I share the bad, too…. at least I thought I did). Then she made a comment about how I am ruining Mandy and Cory’s lives because Casey and Rob want to spend “too much” time with them. Unfortunately, she crossed a line. Mama Bear came out. Sorry, God – I really am – but I told her off and said she didn’t need to unlike our page as I was blocking her sorry self.

And that’s the ugly of autism. I still don’t get why she felt the need to tear us down. I mean, I know that when your life is hard, it’s hard to see others being happy, but really? Whatever, girl – move along. We don’t need your crap here. The ugly of autism is people who don’t try to see how amazing people with special needs are. It’s the judgments of people in public and who never learned it’s rude to stare and worse to make nasty comments.

When I started this blog and our Facebook page, it was simply a way for me to share our lives. I hoped that maybe, we could make someone laugh who hadn’t felt like laughing in a while or that we could help someone not feel so alone when they read that we are going through similar things. I didn’t count on the rude people (yeah – I should have… at least I can block them and Casey and Rob don’t have to hear their crap! 🙂 ).

I hoped that maybe something I tried with the kids would help another parent think of new ideas. To let people know that thinking outside the box was an awesome way to think. I wanted to connect with other autism parents so I wouldn’t feel alone at times. I wanted to let people know it’s okay to want to beg your son to go to sleep because you are so tired you just want to sit and cry.

I wanted to let people know it’s okay to be irritated when your daughter insists on tapping her socks (6 times each), her shoes (4 times, then 1 time – each!) then floor by the closet (3 times!) the hood of her coat (7, I think) the zipper of her coat (5 times, then 2 times – but only before she zips it, then it has to be tapped 2 more times – but only the first time she wears her coat that day – the tapping changes for each time she wears the coat during the day) when you are in a hurry to get out the door.

I wanted to let others know it’s okay to laugh when she jumps so her feet aren’t touching the kitchen floor when she turns the light on. And it’s okay to laugh when he fairy dances through the house. It’s okay to be tired of the same routines, of the same things over and over. It’s okay to want excitement in your life that isn’t autism related.

I try to share our good times as well as our rough days. Yes, my life is different from each one of you and what works for us may not work for you. I try not to make autism seem terrible. Some days it sucks, but not every day. Just like every other part of life.

And since my now blocked friend pointedly didn’t like me bragging about the kids… they did AWESOME at track and field last week! They were in a running race together – Casey took off and flew down the track. Rob jogged, he smiled at us as he ran by, he looked at the ceiling, he watched Casey running back to him…. and he fairy danced to the finish line. She got a blue ribbon, he got a red. She was excited – he didn’t seem to care.

They both enjoyed the basketball shoot and each got another ribbon. The noise was beginning to get to him, but he was still enjoying himself. The next slot was several activities they could choose from – and of course, he followed her wherever she went. She got a smiley face painted on her cheek – he got one on his hand (after our fiasco with the gray paint when he was the Tin Man a few years ago and the paint wouldn’t come out of his beard, he avoids paint on his face!) He was her shadow.

Yes, I am proud of them. That’s the part of the good of autism. I’m allowed to be proud of them. Everyone has abilities and talents, my blocked friend, and I can tell the world about my kids’. I do pity that you are so wrapped up in the bad, you won’t allow yourself to see the rainbows and unicorns! Maybe someday…..

If you are looking for a place to feel sorry for yourself, this isn’t the page for you. If you want to be angry all the time about your life, this isn’t for you. If you think autism is always easy, this isn’t the place for you.

If you want to find hope, laughs and new friends who understand you are happy, sad, mad, tired, exhausted, silly, and proud of your kids, welcome! We are so happy you are here!

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Autism and Trust between Parents and Teachers

Autism and Trust between Parents and Teachers

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

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

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

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

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

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

That happened to Casey.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Autism and Anxiety about the Future

Autism and Anxiety about the Future

A few days after Christmas, a doctor found a lump on my thyroid. He said many people had them and that it probably wasn’t anything to worry about, but that he thought I needed an ultrasound to see just what was going on. Anxious to get out of the office and on to shopping with Mandy, I agreed.

I did a little research when I got home, but I wasn’t worried about it. When I went for the ultrasound, I was surprised to hear there were two lumps and that one was solid, one was fluid. I was a little more concerned, but still, not enough to stress over. When the doctor called me the next day, I was shocked to learn that both the radiologist and the doctor were concerned and that I needed to have a biopsy.

Another doctor appointment was set for the following week and I’ll admit, thoughts of the future popped into my head more often. Even though the doctor has assured me that thyroid cancer is easily curable, the thought of cancer wouldn’t leave my mind. Still, though I was more concerned, it wasn’t all consuming. Just a nagging thought that came to me at odd times. I’m not one to stay awake at night worrying about things – I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. (I think it’s from all of those years of getting sleep whenever the kids slept! 🙂 )

I worry when I wake up – those first few minutes before I’m in the shower. Those minutes when it’s only Blue and I awake in the house, when wild thoughts went through my head. When worse case scenarios are so easily brought to the surface.

At the next doctor appointment, he agreed that a biopsy needed done. He wanted to do a quick ultrasound, then use a camera to look closer at my throat. However, as soon as he did the ultrasound, he said he had seen enough – no camera and I needed a biopsy as soon as possible. It was scheduled and the weekend before the procedure was not a good one for me (last weekend – our house was insane!). Thankfully, the day after the biopsy, the doctor called and the lumps were benign! The relief I felt was amazing – I felt like I had been holding my breath for days and I couldn’t call and text everyone fast enough. I just kept thanking God over and over.

During those weeks of waiting and wondering, thoughts of the future kept coming to me. Thoughts of surgery, of missing work, of possibly having to deal with cancer. And through it all, I tried desperately to hide my anxiety from everyone, especially Casey and Rob. Even though I knew that I couldn’t hide it completely, I tried to keep it from them. Casey has a real fear of needles, while Rob gets anxious enough without thoughts that I might be sick.

It seems silly, now that I know I’m fine, but those thoughts were scary. And it brought to surface the thoughts that all parents of special needs children have – what happens when I’m gone? It’s a terrifying, gut-wrenching thought. Who will care for your child? Who will advocate for your child? Who will protect your child? Who will love your child? Make sure that Elmo and friends are close and that crayons and cardboard are available?

Who will understand that he can only wear wind pants and soft, sleeveless shirts? Who will remember that they have a little snack after their afternoon pills? Who will remember she only takes baths and he only takes showers? Who will buy his special pretzels and write on her calendar? Who will care that she wants to wear her Michigan State t-shirt on Saturday and won’t get dressed without it?

And the routines… who will be able to remember all of the little things to make their lives easier and happier? That she needs to pat her clothes before she puts them on and he needs quarters in his pocket every morning, even if he never spends them. Even as I sit here, I can’t think of all of the little things that I just do every day – those things are just a part of life with autism – and they aren’t like anything else another family with autism lives with. Every one of us has our own routines.

Mandy and Cory have told me many times I never have to worry about the future, as Casey and Rob will always have a home with them. And that is a relief – a huge one, but at the same time, I still have worries. Casey talks about people who have passed away and that they are in Heaven. She believes it is a place and, if it is a place, why can’t we just go see them? She doesn’t truly understand the concept of dying. Rob talks about people who have passed away, but again, I’m not sure he understands they are gone and can’t come back.

It tears me apart that Casey and Rob might believe I just left them – that they might think I just got tired or didn’t love them anymore. Most of the time, I know thinking like this does no one any good and I push them away. We can’t ruin today worrying about the future. But it’s something we’ve all thought about. It’s scary enough to think about leaving our kids, but when they need us to protect them, it’s even more terrifying.

I am lucky. Casey and Rob have Mandy and Cory and others who will love and support them. Casey will believe I went to Heaven and that she will see me again someday. Rob is a mama’s boy and may have a harder time with me being gone and that breaks my heart. I know there is little I can do about something I have no control over. Today has it’s own problems and usually, I have no energy to think about the future. The last few weeks just brought those dark thoughts to the surface and I wanted to share my thoughts on something that most can only talk about to other autism/special needs parents.

Make the preparations you can for your children. Prepare a will, maybe a trust. Teach them as many life skills as you can. Help them be comfortable with a large circle of support. Share the little details that make your children special. Tell people about their “quirks” and their routines. Then more you feel prepared for something you can’t control the less the future will scare you. Trust that God will always look after your amazing children.

And, as I said earlier, don’t ruin today with thoughts of a future you can’t possibly know. Live, laugh and love! 🙂 Enjoy every day and let the future take care of itself. Trust me, I’m not blowing off your concerns – I’m only saying that you can’t let it consume your life.

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Autism and Terrible Anxiety

Autism and Terrible Anxiety

I’m not going to lie. Yesterday was NOT a good day here. We don’t have rough days often – or at least days that the “roughness” lasts all day, but that’s what happened. I even wrote a blog yesterday, but I had to delete it and start over. It was terrible!

So – in the last week, we have missed a day of work for ice (which Rob knew was coming – and I would have, too, if I had picked up on his clues. Now it’s obvious – at the time, I wasn’t thinking about the weather at all!), I had an appointment that didn’t go as I had hoped and I was anxious about that, we had a huge snow storm heading for us and then, of course, the full moon/eclipse for tonight. It’s no wonder we were all a little anxious, but it was worse than I thought.

Instead of snowing early yesterday, it rained. And rained. And rained. I mean, pouring buckets. We all wanted snow. I was already worried about how Rob would be feeling when he got up because he had a hard time getting to sleep Friday night. It’s been a while since that happened, but he was awake until after 1, quietly singing his anxiety/storm song. I knew the storm was coming.

I let them sleep as late as they wanted and he seemed okay when he got up. But, as soon as Casey got up, he ran to her room and started watching Power Rangers. That was fine for a while, but then he started his storm song. She was anxious about the weather, too, and wanted to be in her room folding socks and listening to music. He wouldn’t leave. (He has a DVD player and TV in his room, but he refused to use it. When I brought the movie to his room, he ran in, grabbed it, shut everything off and went back to her room). So I was waiting for her to have a meltdown. Irritation was written all over her face.

His song got louder and he started adding a few yells every 4th or 5th repetition. I gave him clay… magazines… his iPad…. offered him snacks. Nothing worked. By evening, I was even more on edge and ready to have a crying meltdown. I kept praying that it would start to snow (Sometimes, that helps him calm down – that the storm was actually here). But nothing but rain…. dreary, depressing rain.

By supper time, he had been repeating it over and over for 6 hours. I counted once – he averages 3 times a minute. That’s over a 1,000 times. It’s not that he was close by us, but the sound carries. It’s like a mosquito buzzing in your ear. It’s not loud, but drives you batty. And trust me, I don’t need anything else to drive me nuts. 🙂

After supper, Casey relaxed. She was grinning and talking about dressers and stuffed animals and her birthday (not til March, but why wait?) She giggled and smiled and truly, I didn’t care why she was happier, only that the threat of a screaming meltdown from her seemed to have passed.

When he came down for his shower hours later, I told him he couldn’t watch Power Rangers anymore, as Casey would want to watch Elmo before going to bed. As soon as he got out of the shower, he ran back up to her room and started the movie and the singing again (he also sang through his shower!) When she was ready for bed, he came down, but his song was even louder down here. I was as close to tears as I’ve been in a long time. I just knew he wasn’t going to go to sleep.

He finally took a pile of magazines, but kept repeating his song. (Someone suggested I record it so you can all hear it, but I’m not sure I want to do that.) I took Blue outside and went to watch TV while I waited to see what he would do. In less than 10 minutes, I realized I hadn’t heard him and was shocked to find him sound asleep! I just kept thanking God over and over and prayed that he slept all night.

He started “singing” at 11 yesterday morning and finally stopped at 9:30 that night. He repeated it almost 2,000 times. I call it his song, but there aren’t always many words. You can understand “John Anderson, John Michael Montgomery, Josh Turner, Long Black Train” and sometimes “Splat” after a series of sounds like trains on tracks. The beginning is always the same, the ending changes. Some days, I don’t even notice it.

I was worried that today would be a repeat of yesterday because even though the storm has passed, the full moon and eclipse are still tonight. (Anyone who says that doesn’t effect anyone needs to live in my circus through a full moon cycle!) I’ve even heard that the new moon bothers some people. Some months, Rob is more anxious for about a week around the full moon. Other times, he doesn’t seem to be too concerned about it. Casey feels it just for a few days. It may bother him more because he has more anxiety than she does.

I am so blessed to be able to say that, so far, anyway, they are both happy today. He is really quiet and doesn’t want to talk very much, but he has his iPad and magazines. I haven’t heard that song at all (Knock on wood!!! 🙂 ) She has been laughing all day. She is also happy their workshop is closed tomorrow – another reason he may have been more anxious, since that’s a change in his routine.

If his anxiety was the result of all three things happening together, at least I don’t have to worry about a super blood wolf moon eclipse for a few years! (Always look on the bright side! 🙂 ) I’m sure he doesn’t feel like himself today, but he’s coping and that’s all any of us can do. The wind is blowing and that always bothers him, too. Today will be a demand free day – they can do what they want without my interference! (well, most of what they want, anyway! 🙂 )

I hope that each of you are coping, too. Deep breaths, folks. Or cry, if you need to. If you are near the snow, be safe!

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Autism, OCD and the Can’t be Rushed Morning

Autism, OCD and the Can't be Rushed Morning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Autism and 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.