Did you know that I am an expert about autism? Yep – I was told that last week. After all, I have lived with autism for more than 30 years, I have two kids with moderate autism and lots of friends with children who have autism. And – let’s not forget I write this blog every week. So – I am an expert.
Yep – I am sure of it. I should write a book and I should charge for sharing my vast knowledge of everything autism.
I’m sure people would pay for my “blind leading the blind” approach, aren’t you?
Seriously, I could hardly write those sentences without giggling.
I am no expert. No one is. And if they tell you they are…. well, take that with a grain of salt. Because – yes, I may be an expert with Casey and Rob and I may know Tyler, Brandon, Cyrys, Adam, and Riley really well, but I am not an autism expert. Doctors know a lot, but no one knows your child as well as you do. And you will still mess up. Take yesterday for example.
We had just gotten back from shopping and Casey was trying to tell me something about Monday. Over and over she repeated what she meant and I couldn’t for anything understand what she was saying. I finally asked her to spell it – obervece. She was saying “aubervent” and I felt terrible that she was getting worked up because I couldn’t help her.
I finally text Mandy and she figured it out. Observance. She brought a slip of paper home Friday that was a reminder that their day hab would be closed Monday in “observance” of President’s day. So, Casey wanted to do some “oberservancing” – even though she had no clue what it was. I tried to explain it to her that each President had a different birthday so they “observe” them on one day in the middle.
And then – this expert of autism made a terrible mistake. I said to her it would be like celebrating her birthday a different day in March. The look on her face told me I had just screwed up. She sat straight up and reminded me 15 times when her birthday was and even when I promised to have her party on her birthday, she couldn’t let it go. She asked me several times before she was finally able to relax.
I should have known better. She loves her dates and birthdays are sacred to her. I royally messed up and she couldn’t let it go. I couldn’t fix it. For over an hour, she kept popping back into the room to remind me when her birthday was. Finally, I snapped and said, “I know when your birthday is – I was there!” Which, of course, made her stop in her tracks and think about the party that must have been happening that day. She is slightly irritated that there are no pictures of the cake and no balloons. I reminded her we were in the hospital (she knows this as she has told me before that she “got born, got cold and cried” in the hospital.
Finally, I was able to distract her with the reminder that we would be going to grandma and grandpa’s soon. And I mumbled to myself. I knew better. I knew to never bring her birthday into conversations unless it was a fun discussion. This “expert” mess up. Luckily, this was not a big deal, other than a drawn out conversation.
But, it’s also a good reminder that no matter how well you know autism, you will make mistakes. And again, no one knows your child like you do. Make doctors and teachers listen to you. Listen to their ideas (as sometimes, fresh eyes can see solutions you can’t when you are so close to the issue) but make sure they listen to you, too! Be willing to try – but also be firm if there is something you know won’t work.
There are “experts” out there that refuse to understand that they don’t know everything. It’s their way or no way. Find another expert. A true expert knows that they don’t know everything and are willing to learn from you and your child. I’ve been so lucky – only one teacher was an “expert” and she didn’t last long. And our doctors are amazing.
I’ve learned something from everyone I’ve meet on our autism journey. Some things have been more useful than others. Some things aren’t what I wanted to learn, but needed to – like how to tell someone to get the hell away from my kid, nicely. 🙂 Or to make a professional pay attention in meetings. Not skills I wanted, really, but definitely ones an autism parent needs.
I laughed at the person who called me an expert. I know it was meant as a compliment, but I am not an expert.
People with autism are like snowflakes. No two are ever alike, but they are all beautiful.