How Autism Alters Birthday Expectations

In just a few days, Rob will be 26. Casey is more excited about it than he is – at least, so far. She wants cake and ice cream and balloons and presents. He wants to eat Long John Silvers for supper.

Rob doesn’t like being the center of attention. He likes opening presents, but won’t tell anyone what he would like. It’s almost like he thinks the presents just appear. He knows who gives him what, as the kids are expected to write thank you notes after receiving gifts (yes, probably an old-fashioned idea, but I insist and they do them without any fuss.) I help them by writing “Dear — ” and then they do the rest. Usually very short and sweet, but I think it’s important.

Anyway – he wants “presents” for his birthday. Any suggestions I give him as to what he might like, he just repeats. I struggle every holiday and birthday because I desperately want to give him things he wants. When he was little, it was easier – blocks, trucks and anything with ABC on it. Dr. Seuss books, Power Rangers, Wizard of Oz – all sure bets. Now, it’s harder. He used to want CDs or DVDs but he watches/listens to everything on his iPad now.

While he doesn’t completely understand gift cards, he does know that when he gets one with the golden arches on it, he gets to go to McDonald’s. And finally, a year or two ago, he understood the idea of money and being able to go buy what he wants. And I’m letting go of the idea of spending money just so he has something fantastic (to my way of thinking anyway) to open.

Because a week or so ago, I was looking through my scrapbook of the kids’ birthdays and I found his 10th birthday. You can sense my excitement over that day even now, as that was the first year he asked for a party! We had always had his cousins come over, but he never cared at all. He would open the presents, blow out candles on a cake he didn’t want and hide in his room.

But – that year! He wanted hamburgers and he wanted kids to come and swim with him. And we went all out for it! He had his cookout and they went swimming (until a storm blew in!). He opened presents and they went swimming again. Every picture of him that year shows a big smile on his face. He was playing with the kids (true, they were all in the pool together, not really one on one but he was having fun!).

I noticed something else about that year. I had listed his favorite presents – 10 packs of crayons and a jar of dill pickles. So simple, yet he was excited enough to hold them up to the camera so I could take a picture.

Every time it comes to buying presents for him, I tell myself (and I wrote it in this blog at Christmas!) that I’m going to buy stuff he likes. And I do, but I feel guilty if I don’t spend as much on him as I do Casey, Mandy and Cory. I know he doesn’t know the difference, but I do. I can tell myself a hundred times to let it go, but it bothers me.

This year, I bought him a few more street signs for his room, some clay to cut up and an ABC banner to hang up or rip up (it was only $1!) And I’m going to give him money to go to Walmart and pick out what he likes. Maybe a huge jar of pickles (I hope he’ll share!) or 15 boxes of crayons (which he doesn’t use anymore – his stockpile numbers close to 1,000 crayons now) or maybe he’ll buy packs of paper to rip up. It will be his choice, not mine.

Birthdays are a big deal to me.  I like making the birthday person feel special on their day and autism has an affect on that expectation.  I want to celebrate and buy the perfect gift.  I want to make the day awesome.  Casey is much easier to do that for – she loves everything about birthdays.  Rob, not so much.  He enjoys presents, but doesn’t appear to care what he gets.  He wants to pick where we eat supper at.  He wants Mandy and Cory and Grandma and Grandpa to come.  And he wants to disappear into his room as soon as possible.

I worry that he really wants something, but doesn’t have the ability to tell me.  Then I worry that he’ll be disappointed when he doesn’t get that special gift.  (Yeah – I worry too much at times!  🙁  )  Rob will know it’s his birthday because I will wake him up singing, but otherwise, he’ll go to Hopewell and be thinking about supper.   He won’t tell me his birthday or how old he is.  (He looks at Casey and waits for her to answer for him!)

So birthdays are another part of life that gets altered because of autism.  I have to let go of the idea I have of a perfect day for him and make it his idea of a perfect day.  It won’t match mine, maybe, but if it makes him feel special and happy, then that’s what we’ll do.

Happy Birthday, Robbie-Dodger – my little boy in a grown-up body, who still loves his Power Rangers and the Wizard of Oz, who loves ripping paper and magazines, who loves french fries and tacos and thinks his sisters (and Cory!) are the coolest people in the world.  I promise to make your day just what you want!   🙂  🙂