Autism, Discipline and Manners – Is it Possible?

Autism, Discipline and Manners

For the 5th time in just a few weeks, a parent told me that they never “discipline” their child with autism – that their life is hard enough without rules they need to follow.  HUH??   What exactly does that mean?

You read it right.  There are parents (both of special needs and typical children!) that no longer believe in teaching their children manners or rules.  They want to be the child’s “friend” and too many rules will make that impossible.  They believe no one else is polite, so why worry about their child’s manners?   And I’m sorry – I have the wrong attitude – but I wanted to smack them!  You don’t have a child to get a new best friend (but, if you are lucky, you do become that – through hard work, patience, laughter and love!)

I suppose, in a way, I was lucky that Casey had turned 4 before she was officially diagnosed.  I had certain expectations for her and taught those to her before I was told it would never be something she could do.  (Remember – this was 26 years ago – autism information has come a long way since then!)  I was told she would never be potty- trained, never talk, never be able to communicate her needs/wants, need constant supervision.  (I have since thrown away that first book I read – it was terrifying!)

Some of what I was told may have come true, but not much of it.  And through all of the books I read and conferences I went to, I continued to have expectations for her – the same ones I had for Mandy and Rob.  Sure, it was harder to teach her and Rob some things, but I never gave up.  I had to be creative at times to teach them to say please, thank you and excuse me.  I still have to constantly remind them to let others walk through a door before them and to share.

Sometimes, I have to remind them to say please and thank you.  But, that’s what a parent does – you constantly remind your child to act in a certain way.  You don’t give up because it is difficult.  You find new ways to teach them.  Because rude people are not accepted in society.  It may seem to be the norm, now, but it is not acceptable to me.  Autism does not mean my kids have a free pass to be rude little brats.   Nope, no way, not in my house.

Are they always perfect?  God, no!  Am I?  Nope.  Do I let things slide at times that I shouldn’t?  Yep – especially when we are having a hard day or we are tired.  Do I regret it?  Sure – but I’ve never claimed to be a perfect mom.  I do my best and let stuff slide – probably more often than I should, but some days, the little things just aren’t worth the added stress.

Yesterday is a prime example.  I wasn’t feeling well – Casey was in a mood – Rob repeated his anxiety song for almost 9 (yes – 9!) hours straight with no breaks.  By the evening, I didn’t care about how well they scrubbed themselves in the shower or how well their teeth got brushed.  We just needed it done with as little added anxiety as possible.

But, even at that, having autism doesn’t give them a pass on behaving themselves.  Autism causes certain behaviors and I would never “punish” them for those, but other things are not autism.  And I expect them to behave.  When they don’t, I correct them and explain in as few words as possible what they need to do.  Sometimes, saying “That’s bad.” is all I say.  If you say too many words, your child won’t be able to process what you are saying and you will be wasting your breath – and be right back where you started from.

Everyone has rules.  Your child may have autism, but they need rules, too.  You don’t leave the house.  You don’t climb to the roof.  You don’t jump off the roof.  You don’t leave with strangers.  You don’t hit others.  You have to wear clothes when you leave the house.  No spitting.  No running.  Hold an adult’s hand when you cross the street.  You will wear seat belts.  You don’t sleep at work.

Rules keep your child safe.  Will your child understand that?  Probably not.  Will it be easy?  Nope – you may never teach them some rules so you can trust them to do it.  (Look both ways before crossing a street is a tough one for us.  They both glance each way AS they are crossing the street.  It’s a constant battle, but one that I can’t give up on.  It’s a matter of safety!)

Being impulsive is a huge part of autism with some people, so not only will you be fighting the communication aspect, but also their own impulses.  You will get tired, but you have to do this!  You have to teach your child – you have to discipline them.  Imagine how your typical child will feel if they are punished for something, but the child with autism isn’t.  While I know life isn’t fair, that definitely isn’t!  It’s hard enough to have a sibling with autism without feeling as though they are more important or special than you.

Obviously, you will have to figure out what is autism behaviors and what is just being a brat.  Meltdowns from sensory issues cannot be helped, until you know what’s causing the problem and fix the issue – are their clothes uncomfortable?  Are they hot?  Cold?  Hungry?  Anxious?  Are the lights too bright or blinking?  Is it too noisy?  Is someone’s perfume too strong?  Always remember that meltdowns are NOT tantrums.

A child has a tantrum when they are told “no” or something is taken away they want.  Or when they are tired or hungry.  They kick and scream, but know exactly what they are doing.  A child with autism will kick and scream, but have no awareness of who is around them.  Casey never knew I was there until she started calming down.

You aren’t doing your child any favors by letting them do whatever they want at home.  You are making their teacher’s life miserable because, at school, they have to follow rules!   That teacher has enough to handle without the added bonus of a little brat with parents who refuse to believe their angel could be bad.

Autism or not, discipline and manners are important!  I know you are tired and stressed and don’t want to deal with anything else.  I’ve been there!  But, the sooner you start teaching your child, the easier it will be to continue.  Take a breather when you need to – don’t strive to be perfect.  A perfect parent simply does not exist.

 

Autism and Spinning – A Day at the County Fair!

Autism and Spinning - A Day at the County Fair

 

I can’t believe that it’s fair time here already and that tomorrow, “September will be all done!” as Casey says. I’ll admit it – I am usually excited about taking them to the fair, but this morning, I just wasn’t into it. They were excited – I was dragging and grumpy.

It’s a beautiful day here. Amazing blue sky and perfect temperature to wander around the fairgrounds. When we left home, they were both wearing jackets, but I told Rob he better not wear one (I didn’t want to carry it all day!). As soon as he saw Casey had hers, he had to have his, too. When we parked, I tried to convince him to leave it in the car, but nope – Casey still had hers on, so he had to be like big sis. We walked across the parking lot and I told him to take it off if he got too hot. And he did. So back to the car we went to drop it off. And I got grumpier.

I also knew that the two rides that Rob loves more than anything weren’t at the fair this year and I had been worried all night how he would react when the big boat and the other platform swing wasn’t there. Those rides calm him down so much – I just knew he would be anxious when he didn’t see them.

And, of course, he proved me wrong again. He never even asked for them. They both carefully looked at their choices of rides (these are big decisions, you know!) and started taking turns choosing what to ride next. When Casey chose the Super Loop, i knew he wouldn’t ride it – he absolutely hates any ride that goes upside down. She got in line – and he followed. I pointed at the ride and asked if he wanted to ride. “Yes, pease.” So… I backed away, knowing this was a bad idea.

They were the only two on it. I couldn’t watch as it began it’s slow circle up and back – until they were upside down and it continually went in the circle. Ugh! I snapped a picture, then couldn’t watch anymore. I wasn’t sure if Rob would gt sick on the ride or after. Or if he would be too scared to climb off of it.

You guessed it. He loved the darn thing – couldn’t wait to get back on it again. I’m not sure how many times they rode it. I thought maybe he would follow Casey onto every ride, but nope – the Drop Zone was a definite NO. (It pulls riders up about 20 feet and drops them) He didn’t even say his usual “yes, pease, no fanks.” It was just NO. So she rode it a few times on her own and they went on having fun together.

We did have one rough time. They needed to go to the bathroom and instead of going to the one where the entrances of the men’s and women’s are together (and it’s small – I would know if anyone was in there with him), they ran the other way and he darted into the huge men’s bathroom before I could stop him – and she started going to the women’s entrance – at the other side of this 30′ building. I panicked – how was I going to be in two places at once? So I as I was running back to the men’s entrance, I was pulling out my phone to call Mandy (she was working in a close building) so she could come and wait for Casey while I got Rob.

Somehow, he managed to get in and out in of the bathroom in the few seconds it took me to get Casey to the other bathroom. He was standing on the sidewalk, looking more than a little lost. I’m always where he can easily see me when they come out of the bathroom or off the rides. It must have scared him a little because as soon as he saw me, he leaned his forehead to mine. I felt so bad! More rides cheered him up, though.

The more the ride spun, the happier they were. Big circles, little circles, up and down circles, bouncy circles. They loved it all. I had a hard time even watching some of the spinning they were doing! I’m so glad they love it as much as they do – and that the spinning helps their sensory issues. Some kids get more wired after spinning, but both of them calm down.

If you have a child who loves to spin, try putting them in a swing and twisting it around and around and letting go. Or you can buy a scooter board (basically a piece of plywood with casters on each corner) and have them sit as you spin them around. Or a Sit and Spin toy works wonders, too. The whole point is to find something safe and appropriate for them to use to get what their body needs, or they will go looking for it – and you may not like what they do!

When they were smaller, going to the fair was hard. Rob and Casey both had a tendency to run off and in crowds, it’s terrifying to me. I kept a tight grip on them. Today, when we first got to the fair, they were both walking beside me and looking around. By the end of the day, they were holding onto me in their typical ways – Rob holding my right hand and Casey holding my left elbow.

That’s how I knew it was time to go. When the anxiety and stress of the crowds start getting to them, they seek comfort and security. So we did our usual – one more ride, a stop at our favorite French fry stand and headed home. As much as they both love being there, when it gets too crowded, they are done.

I hope that each of you gets to experience amazing, fun family days like we did today. It didn’t take long watching them have fun for my grumpiness to go away. It’s just awesome to me that they are both able to enjoy an activity like this together. As they got on and off rides, they watched out for each other and waited, so they were always together – just like close-knit siblings. I had tears in my eyes once or twice watching one help the other with buckles or belts as they settled in for a ride.

It’s days like today that remind me autism isn’t always so bad. Yeah, we have rough days and nights at times, but – I have also have three kids (and Cory!) who are very close and love each other more than anything. Isn’t that really what every parents wants?

Autism and the Really Bad Night

Autism and the Really Bad Night

I’m tired.  There’s no other way to say it.  I’m not sleepy tired –  just tired of stuff.  Rob had a terrible night Friday and we didn’t sleep much and I think that’s catching up to me.  (I’m always okay the day after no sleep, but man, that second day is a killer!)  Thank you, autism, anxiety and an almost full moon.

I’m still not sure what was going on with him.  There are many possibilities and he can’t tell me what was bothering him.  He didn’t say he was sick or needed Dr. Myers, so I don’t think it was his ear.  He was just off when he got home from the workshop and as the night went on, he got louder.

At 1:00 in the morning, he let out a yell to wake the dead.  I ran to the bathroom to find him leaning over the sink, but as soon as he saw me, he grabbed me in a bear hug and couldn’t let go.  We stood there for several minutes before he would let go and lean his head on my shoulder.  I finally got him back to bed and sat with him for a few minutes before he said “Goodbye, Mommy Jen.”  (He always says that when he is ready for me to leave him alone.)

I’m not sure what time he went to sleep, but I didn’t hear him again.  I kept waking up to check on him and when I was asleep, it wasn’t a restful one.  Things just kept running through my mind…

Was he upset about me telling him to leave the emergency windows alone on the shuttle?  He had been playing with it and the shuttle driver asked him to stop and slide away from it, but he didn’t listen.  I know how much he likes Warren, so for him to ignore him is odd.  Maybe he was worried that Warren was mad at him?  (Rob gets extremely anxious when he thinks someone is upset with him)  When I talked to him, I just told him he needed to listen to the driver and leave the window latches alone, but who knows?  Maybe he was dwelling on it.

Maybe the not quite full moon was already having an affect on him.  I know some months are worse than others and I never know which kind of month we’ll have.

Or maybe his ear was still bothering him and he just didn’t want any more ear drops in it.  But he hasn’t pulled at it for several days, so I don’t think that’s it.

Maybe his room was too hot…. but he had his AC on.

He was a little upset before he went to the workshop that morning about our still unresolved issue.  (It has nothing to do with the workshop, but a family issue.)  I keep explaining to the kids that the problem isn’t them at all and Casey believes this (she rarely thinks anything negative about herself.  🙂  ) but Rob takes it so personally.  Maybe he was fixated on that and wondering why things changed.

Was he hungry?  Too tired?  Who knows?  And so we both cried in the bathroom in the middle of the night.  I hate the helpless feeling – when your child hurts, you want to fix it and I didn’t even know where to begin.  I thought maybe if he got comfy in bed, a few words would come, but they didn’t.

I let him sleep as long as he wanted Saturday morning.  He was still off when he got up, but didn’t seem to be as upset.  He didn’t enjoy his trip to the Dollar Tree (a favorite place to go) and yelled his anxiety song the entire time we were in there.  Usually, I don’t care what other people think, but being tired, I just wanted him to settle down.  So I tried to calm him and it had the opposite effect.  He knew he was stressing me out and got even more anxious.

Luckily, we were going to a car show to see Cory’s car and he calmed a little there.  He enjoyed looking under the hoods of all of the cars and sitting beside Cory’s car.  He was still loud, though.  And it was still getting to me.  I know that’s the absolutely worst thing I can do, but I couldn’t help it.  I was just done.

Tracie suggested we take the kids for a walk after the car show and they both enjoyed that.  He seemed happier after that (seeing Tracie, Cory, Mandy, Grandma and Grandpa helped, I’m sure) and took a short nap before he had supper.  But then, I had to keep waking him up (I was afraid he wouldn’t sleep again, if he slept too much during the evening).  He took his shower early and slept all night.

I was so relieved!  My head knows there is little I can do but offer comfort when the kids are having a hard time, but my heart wants to do more.  I feel like I should be able to figure out the problem, even if they can’t tell me.  I just ache when they hurt and I can’t help them.  And I resent autism.

I get angry when I know what problems are and still can’t help them.  I want to scream at people to make them see the pain they are causing, but I know it won’t do any good.  I just keep praying the situation will resolve in the kids’ best interest.

I know every one of you knows exactly how I feel.  Autism definitely brings out the helpless feeling more than any of us want.  It brings out anger and resentment.  None of these are especially good feelings – they are ones I sure want to avoid!

I’ve got my fingers crossed that the full moon comes and goes without a repeat of Friday night.  It’s been years since we’ve had a night like that (we’ve had sleepless  nights, but not one with this degree of autism anxiety) and I hope it’s years before I see another.

I hope the full moon effects aren’t too bad in your homes this month!  Good luck!

How to Help your Child with Autism Sleep

How to Help your Child with Autism Sleep

Autism and sleeping as been a big topic of discussion on our Facebook page the last few days.  One mom asked for some advice and so many offered ideas for what helped their child sleep.  Be sure to check out that post – there are a lot of ideas that I had never heard of, but parents are having success with each of them.

When Casey was a toddler, she would “sneak” out of bed and down the hall to lay by the living room door.  Of course, I never noticed the little green ghost carrying three teddy bears as she ran by me.  🙂  When she did finally go to sleep, she stayed asleep all night.  Now, I think that she was lonely.  Mandy was just  a baby and was sleeping in my room in her crib (because I didn’t want her crying to wake Casey).  As soon as Mandy moved into Casey’s room, she stayed put…. but not necessarily asleep, as she loved to peek in Mandy’s crib and giggle at her.

After Casey got her autism diagnosis, she managed to switch her days and nights – meaning she wanted to sleep all day and be up all night.  She slept at school when she could and on the days when she didn’t have school, I spent my days fighting to keep her awake. (she would hide to sleep – or even lay in the middle of the backyard and curl up!) But even if I did keep her up all day, she still wanted to be up all night, too.  Those were some long nights, but finally, she adjusted herself.

Rob slept through the night as a toddler, but then decided that he wouldn’t sleep in his room at all.  I am guessing he had a bad dream and associated it with his room.  Every night, as soon as he could, he grabbed a pile of blankets and either came to my room to sleep on the floor or he went into the girls’ room and slept there.  For years, he slept on the floor.  I know at times, it drove Mandy crazy, as she got tired of him being there, but Casey never said much about it.

And then it happened.  Rob couldn’t go to sleep.  When he did finally crash, he didn’t stay asleep.  He was up and down all night – singing, playing, opening and shutting doors.  I was grateful that, unlike others with autism, he never tried to leave the house or get into anything dangerous.  He just wandered – checked on the girls, checked on me and laid on his bed and “sang.”

He had piles of blankets – a nightlight – a fan – and a CD player that played the same song over and over and over ALL NIGHT.  If I turned it down or off, he would wake up.  If I turned the light off in the kitchen, he would wake up.  His door had to be open – the closet door had to be open.  And still he sang and wandered.

I can go one night without sleep without too many negative affects.  After so many, I started falling asleep, even if he was wandering – I just couldn’t stay awake any more.  After a while, my body adjusted to little sleep, but I still wasn’t in great shape!  He stopped watching TV before bed time – he didn’t have any electronics at that point in time.  He just couldn’t relax enough to sleep and he didn’t sleep during the day to make up for it.  He just didn’t need much sleep.

But his lack of sleep was causing him to gain weight and I knew it was having other affects on his body.  I talked to his doctor and we tried melatonin.  For a while, it worked really well, but then it stopped helping.  We finally decided his anxiety levels were causing him to be unable to sleep, so we tried anxiety meds.

After many, many years and many tries/fails, he is sleeping through the night.  And since he is sleeping, his anxiety levels are dropping and he is able to try new things.  He also is less likely to overeat.  I can tell him he’s had enough and he’s okay with that.

We have an evening routine that, to be honest, I don’t mess with much.  Casey takes her bath, then he has a shower.  She has her pills and a snack while he showers, then he gets his.  They either play with iPads, rip cardboard or color an hour or so and then go to bed.  We don’t do any exercising after baths – they don’t drink any caffeine (especially Casey – one glass of iced tea at supper will keep her up all night!).  The TV is on, but they don’t watch it often.

They both have fans and nightlights in their rooms.  Right now, they each have a window air conditioner (we have central air, but Casey’s room doesn’t get cool enough and the colder it is, the better Rob sleeps.)  I’ll leave the AC’s in as long as possible, just for the sleeping aide.  I don’t usually take them out until mid-October, especially Rob’s. Casey is okay for hers to come out as soon as the weather cools off – she doesn’t need the noise.

Casey sleeps with several blankets and turns a video on her TV before she goes to sleep.  She has a digital picture frame that is on all night and she sleeps with a stuffed toy.  Most nights, she is asleep by 9:45 or 10.  Once in a while, she has a hard time sleeping and she may be up most of the night.  On those nights, I have to keep telling her to stop dancing in her room.  Her thumping/jumping is right above my head!

Rob has three heavy duty sleeping bags, three really heavy blankets, two extra large lighter weight blankets, and more small fleece ones (8 – 10 is a conservative guess).  He has four pillows and doesn’t sleep with his head flat on the bed – he is often on his stomach with his forehead pressed against the wall, sound asleep.  He needs his fan and night light, but now, his door must be closed and the kitchen light off.  He doesn’t listen to music anymore and doesn’t turn on the TV.  Often, he goes to bed as soon as he realizes Casey has (monkey see, monkey do – comes in handy at times!).  Many nights, he sings for a little while, but is usually asleep by 10:30.  He needs his medications to help him.

So ideas to try:

  • melatonin – you can buy it at Walmart in extended release tablets if your child will go to sleep, but can’t stay asleep.
  • weighted blankets – or just lots of them.
  • sound machine or a fan
  • some people use essential oils such as lavender to help their child relax.  My kids are both too sensitive to odors to try this, though.
  • A simple routine – warm bath, a book, no exciting TV, and a snack (you will have to play around with your routine to see what works for your child.)
  • I just read that an Epsom salt bath could help and that you can also buy magnesium rubs to help your child relax.
  • CBD oil – but talk to your doctor first and be sure it’s legal in your state!
  • turn off all electronic devices a few hours before bed
  • quiet activity, such as coloring or reading, if possible.

Please remember to only change one thing at a time!  If you change a bunch, you won’t know what really helped your child.  If all else fails, talk to your child’s doctor about sleeping aides.  Trust me, I understand that you don’t want to give your child medication unless you have to, but sometimes, you have to – for their sake and the rest of the family!  You can’t be the best parent to your child if you are a walking zombie every day and it will become a safety issue.

 

Friends without Autism – and That’s Okay!

Friends without Autism - And That's Okay!

Any one who lives with autism has probably made a comment about not having any friends who don’t understand autism.  I do understand that statement – and I’d never consider anyone a friend who was cruel to my kids or anyone else with special needs – but I think, sometimes, we are too hard on those who don’t live with autism.

I’ve written before about a special group of ladies in my life.  I don’t get to see them often (if you think trying to make plans with one person with autism is difficult, try 6 – 8!) but when I do, it’s as if we’ve never been apart.  We do talk about autism and how it affects every single, teenie tiny part of our lives, but that’s not the only thing we talk about.  And sometimes, it’s the not talking about autism that helps as much!

I don’t know about you, but sometimes, I’m tired of autism.  I am in no way saying I’m tired of my kids – I’m saying I’d like to make simple plans – or watch TV without “Long Black Train” being sung in the background – or be able to eat my supper while it’s still mostly warm (I’ve pretty much given up on hot meals!  🙂  ).  I want to talk about anything but autism.  I’m lucky – I have Tracie.  She’s used to the sound effects in my house (even if she giggles while I grumble!  🙂 ) and we can have a long conversation that would probably be boring to anyone but us.

And this brings me to my point.  Thanks to Facebook (if you ignore the drama and trash, it can be a great way to find old friends and stay in touch with far away family!) I’ve been able to reconnect with some women who were a huge part of my life many years ago.  Mandy and their daughters were in Brownies and Girl Scouts together and the group of us moms became friends.  We took the girls places and worked on the PTO together.  And we didn’t talk about autism.

I never hid autism from them, but when I was with them, I could just be Mandy’s mom.  I could be a Brownie mom or a room mother or a PTO volunteer.  I wasn’t trying to handle meltdowns or sensory issues.  I was simply laughing and enjoying being a mom.  After reconnecting on Facebook, I started thinking about how much fun I had during those meetings.

I’m sure there were days these ladies wondered about Casey and Rob – and I’m sure we even talked about it at times, but those moments are not the ones that stand out to me.  What I remember most was the fact that they were so supportive of me and how much they helped me when getting Mandy places was going to be difficult.  She didn’t have to miss anything because I couldn’t find someone to stay with the other kids.

Cathy knew a lot that happened in our house because she and I were close friends before we had kids – she and Tracie were some of the first people I told when Casey got her diagnosis.  And they were both with me as I worried about Mandy and Rob and whether they may eventually be diagnosed, too.  But when we were with this group, autism wasn’t the topic.  Just being a mom was.

Kristi, Rhonda, Cathy, Stacy and others didn’t live with autism.  They didn’t know much about it.   And they were my friends.  Being friends with them allowed me to just be Mandy’s mom and that is one of the most precious gifts they could have given me.  I hope they understood what they did for me so many years ago, but I doubt it.  We were just having fun.

So many people only want friends who understand autism.  I get that.  Life is easier if your friends accept your children.  I’m only saying that it’s okay to have friends who don’t “get” autism.  Let yourself just be you and not an autism mom or dad.  We don’t get many breaks from autism – don’t ignore those chances when they come your way.

I wouldn’t be friends with someone who refused to ever listen to me if I was having a hard time with the kids.  But because someone doesn’t understand autism is not a reason to never be friends with that person.  Some of my closest friends have never met the kids – we were friends as children and now distances keeps us apart.  Just because they don’t know Casey and Rob is no reason to discontinue that friendship!  Many times, during tough days, a text from one of them brightens my day more than they can imagine.

Sometimes, I just don’t want to talk about autism or what affect it has on us.  I just want to grumble about bills or laundry or the never-ending list of things that need done around the house.  I need friends who understand my life – who are a big part of the autism parts, like Tracie – and friends who understand, but don’t live it, like my awesome co-workers.  And I need friends who truly don’t have a clue, but they care about us.

Don’t believe the memes you might see that say only people who understand autism can be your friends!  Yes, they need to have compassion for those with special needs, but they don’t  need to live it.  Let yourself enjoy an “autism-free” hour or two once in a while.  You will be shocked at how much better you will feel.

Hopefully, each of you will have a huge group of autism and non-autism friends – a big group that supports and loves you and your children.  We need friends to call when we need a shoulder to cry on – and when we need to vent – and when we need to try and think through a new plan – and when we just want to talk about the latest episode of The Walking Dead – and a new restaurant we tried.  Don’t limit yourself to people who live with autism – you might miss out on a most amazing friendship.

And don’t forget about online friends.  Sometimes, people you will never meet become close friends, simply because for some people, it’s even easier to be completely open and honest with those who don’t know you.  The fear of judgement is gone and you can just be you.  Message me anytime!  🙂  🙂

Autism Times Two – Who is Easier?

Autism Times Two - Who is Easier?

Last week, someone wondered whether Casey or Rob was easier to live with.  As if autism could be classified into easy or difficult!  But, the question did  make me think  – and here’s the answer.  All three kids had their quirks growing up that made me want to pull my hair out at times!  None of them were more difficult than the others – just different.

When they were little, Casey had more behaviors than Rob did.  Her  meltdowns were terrible to see and to live with.  Now, I know that she was having major sensory issues and that she couldn’t handle changes in her routine easily.  At the time, I just wanted someone to help her – or give us all ear plugs.  Casey also liked to dart away when we went places.  She even left the school playground a few times.

They were both a challenge to keep safe.  Neither had fears of anything – heights, water, streets – who cares?  Nothing can hurt them, right?  He didn’t run away as much in stores because he wanted to ride in the carts for much longer than he should have.  He simply felt safer in them – his sensory issues were beginning to show up.  I remember a day in Wal-Mart when two boys kept staring at him and making comments.  Their mom didn’t hear them, but I did.

Unfortunately for those boys, I was not in a good mood.  It had been a rough few days with little sleep and I was not in a forgiving mood.  As we passed them in the aisle, one made another comment about the “big baby” in the cart and I lost it.  I said excuse me to the mom and then proceeded to tell those boys – so she could hear every word – just why he was in the cart.

I said he had autism and the lights and noises in the store were painful and scary to him.  And that he knew they were making fun of him and that was causing him even more pain and anxiety.  I told them if they wanted to grow up to be mean monsters, they were on the right track.  Their mom was so embarrassed that they had said anything.

I’ll give mom a lot of credit – she clearly stated she would not put up with that and made the boys apologize to both Rob and me.  Then she did, too.  She was nearly crying that her sons had acted that way.  I bet they didn’t anymore.

Anyway, I think Rob’s lack of behaviors were a big reason that he wasn’t diagnosed earlier than he was.  He was simply a thrill seeking, happy, quiet little guy.  He communicated his wants without saying a lot and went anywhere we wanted to go without fuss.

As they got older, Casey’s behaviors went away for the most part.  She learned that changes in her routine were not the end of the world (and calendars helped with that so much!) and that screaming didn’t help her feel better. (Not that she doesn’t still let out a scream once in a while, but thankfully, the full blown meltdowns are extremely rare…knock on wood!  🙂  )  She has always been more self-confident in herself.  She firmly believes she is who she is and if you don’t like it, tough.  She doesn’t seem to care about having friends.  She has us and that’s enough for her.

Rob, however, wants people to like him.  He wanted friends when he was little and thankfully, he had a great group of little boys who accepted him as he was and made sure he always had someone to play with at recess or someone to sit with at lunchtime.  He gets upset if he thinks someone is angry with him and his anxiety goes through the roof.

He doesn’t seem to care as much about having friends, now.  He knows who likes him and he’s happy with that.  He goes places with groups from the workshop and will tell me who is his friend from there.

Each of them have their own difficulties in life.  His anxiety and sensory issues (including weather changes) make it harder to take him new places or get him to try new things.  She is more demanding than he is and more likely to get upset if something doesn’t go the way she wants.  He rarely gets angry – she rarely gets her feelings hurt.

His sensory issues are harder on him than hers are on her.  She plugs her ears and is good to go.  He can’t eat certain textures without gagging, or wear certain  materials.  He gets hot easily – she is usually cold, eats almost anything and has more clothes than anyone needs.

It always amazes me what people will ask.  I’m here to spread awareness of autism and other special needs, but some questions are just crazy!  Would you ask someone with typical kids who was the most difficult of their children?  Probably not, but because they have autism, it’s okay to ask.  I’m actually okay with the question – it just struck me funny for one simple reason.

When I get asked about living with autism or their behaviors – anything like that – I always have to laugh to myself.  I would much prefer my life to many others!   I’m excited when my kids talk back to me (they talked appropriately – YES!).  When my kids have behaviors, it’s not them being brats (like so many “typical” kids!), it’s sensory issues.  (usually – there are times when they are just being turkeys!  🙂  )  I know where my kids are – no late night worrying (well, not about where they are – there are always late night worries!), no driving or insurance.

Autism doesn’t make one child more difficult than another.  Just like everyone else, they all have their own issues to deal with (sometimes, I think people forget that everyone has issues – not just those with special needs!) and some issues are more demanding than others.  Casey, Mandy and Rob all brought equal amounts of stress and love, sleepless nights and happy hugs, smiles and tears to our family.  They are all amazing and I wouldn’t want to change any of them!

How Autism Alters Birthday Expectations

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!   🙂  🙂

Back to School with Autism

Back to School with Autism

This is the first year – ever – that Rob hasn’t asked about going to school.  He graduated in 2011, but every August, he asked about River View and Mrs. Shrimplin and Mrs. Barb and so many others.  At first, I thought he just missed the routine, but then it became more of a “I don’t have to go, right?” question.

He and Casey both still talk about the teachers and aides that they had.  They name them off by year (and to be honest, they remember more than I do, as they mention teachers that were at the school that they liked) and Casey will tell me their birthdays – and the birthdays of some of the kids that were in her classes.  Rob had a group of buddies in elementary school that watched out for him and helped him when he needed it.  He still talks about them and once in a while, will look at a picture book to see those boys.

I recently saw a post –  brace yourself – where an autism mom admitted she could not wait for school to start!  Can  you imagine?  Someone admitting that she needed a break from her child, even with the stress of school days?  So many parents commented that they dreaded school and would rather be with their child all of the time.

While I do understand that idea (after all, if your child is with you, you don’t have to worry about them – they are safe with someone who loves them!), I am all for getting a break when you can.  We had a rough couple of years of school and I was ready to say the heck with it and home school the kids.  I was beyond sick of paperwork, of worthless professionals, of day to day crap of trying to explain autism to people who didn’t seem to give a damn.  The hardest part was seeing the teachers that we loved and respected having an even harder time.  It just wasn’t worth it.

Then I really thought about it.  I needed those few hours every day to breathe.  I needed to be able to sit down and not be constantly on watch.  I was fed up with issues at school, but I knew, deep down, that I couldn’t teach the kids.  I mean, I could have taught them, but I would have been even more exhausted than I was.  I knew that pulling them out of school (and that includes Mandy!) was always an option to fall back on.

So, let me be a parent that says “YAYYY!  It’s time for school!”  Did I miss them?  Yep.  Was I happy when they had days off?  Yes.  Did we have fun things to do?  Yes.  But – I was able to plan those fun, crafty, lazy days because I wasn’t sleep-deprived and stressed.  If you are excited to watch for the school bus, admit it!  Honestly, I think most parents are, but you aren’t supposed to admit it to anyone.  Ugh – admit it to me!  I won’t tell a soul that you are ready for a morning nap and to eat a quiet lunch.

I know how stressful school is for you when you have a special needs child.  Worrying about their safety and whether they are happy is constantly in your mind.  But I also know you can handle the stress a little better when you have  a break from autism for a few hours.  Don’t feel guilty.  We all put too much guilt on ourselves (I do this – I feel like I haven’t done nearly enough with the kids this summer – even though we’ve done what they wanted and then some!).  Summers just fly by.

Try to reduce some of your stress by meeting your child’s teacher as soon as possible.  Bring pictures and tell the teacher your concerns.  Or make a list of “quirks” your child has so the teacher is ready.  Make sure you share as many good things as negative!  Even on the toughest days, there is some tiny little thing to be happy about.

Ask the teacher the best way to communicate.  Email?  Quick texts?  Be sure they understand that you want open communication – that you want to know what’s happening with your child.  Some teachers worry about telling negative things, and I understand that, but if you don’t know about behaviors, how can you devise a plan to deal with them?  And, the sooner you know, the better.

Be honest with the teacher.  If there is a stressful event at home (a death or a divorce, etc), tell the school.  More than likely, your child will be affected and they can’t help if they don’t know about the problem.  You don’t have to share private details – just the simple fact that something is going on at home.

Be respectful!  This goes both ways – teachers need to respect the parents’ wishes as much as parents need to respect teachers.  Don’t talk negatively about the teacher/parent when the child may overhear (and remember, many people with autism have amazing hearing!)

If you feel there is a problem, talk to the teacher/parent!  Don’t wait until the issue is beyond fixing!  If you simply can’t agree with the teacher/parent, it may be time to bring in the principal or someone else who can mediate the problem.  Remember that, most of the time, you both want what is best for the child!  Work together to find what works.

I hope each of you finds wonderful teachers and new friends for your children as you start this new school year.  Enjoy that small break from autism!

Autism Parents – Twists, Turns and Hang on Tight

Autism Parents - Twists, Turns and Hang on Tight

Earlier this week, I finally got to spend the morning on the lake with my dad.  As much as I enjoy going, it seems to only happen once a summer, so it’s always a special treat.  He fishes and I sit and do nothing but relax.  We were heading back to the boat ramp when I saw this tree and realized it was the perfect picture for every autism parent (or any special needs parent, really!).

Look at the base of it.  The roots are barely hanging onto the bank.  Only the tips are buried – the rest is exposed for all to see.  And I’ve felt like that many times, haven’t you?   Like I’m only holding on by my fingertips and at any minute, something is going to come along and knock me off my careful plan.  Or we are out somewhere and people feel the urge to stare or point – and I feel like our lives are completely exposed for any stranger to look at us and judge me as an autism parent.

Not that I don’t stare right back – or make a comment to rude people, but sometimes, I’ve just been so tired, that those comments and stares are just too much and I sat and cried.  We truly do live lives that are open for all to see – whether it’s teachers, doctors, therapists – and so many others.  Because we need their help, we have very little privacy at times.  When your child has a behavior at school, other parents can know about it before you do at times.  And it’s sad and depressing and so exhausting.  Been there, done that.  And I expect that it will happen again.

Although it might seem contradictory, since I write this blog, I am a private person with much of our lives.  I don’t like strangers knowing details about us when I don’t think it’s any of their business.  I want to share as much as I can to help others through tough times – to share hope and bring smiles and laughter.  To remind everyone that dark days always end and life does get easier.  But some of our lives are just that – our lives.  I have several autism parents that message me questions and I’m happy to answer those messages, but not publicly for the world to know.

So I sat in the boat and looked at this tree and noticed the trunk.  Look how it’s bent at a right angle and has other bends in it.  Yet, it’s still green and leafy and reaching for the beautiful blue sky.  Just like autism parents!  We follow our carefully made plans and then make an abrupt right turn when we hit a wall.  We step back, think about our options and try again.  Sometimes, we don’t have to make such a sudden stop as that right angel, but just minor detours in plans – like the bends in the tree.

I don’t even want to think about how many perfect plans that were laid out for the kids and they just blew up in my face.  Because, of course, the best laid plans assumes that your child will eventually follow that plan – the plan they probably had little to no say in.  And they have their own opinions – imagine that!  🙂   They want things a certain way – or don’t like what we think will be awesome for them.  And even non-verbal people communicate every day – you just have to learn to listen carefully.  Or, if you have a child like Casey was, you learn to get out of the way when the screaming and headbanging start.

She couldn’t tell me why she didn’t like something – but she sure let me know she didn’t!   And that’s fine.  If I didn’t like something and was forced to be near it, I would scream, too, if I couldn’t communicate any other way.  And I’m sure you would, too – even those of you who are shaking your heads that you “would never.”  Yeah, right – step into your child’s shoes and say that.

Rob didn’t scream – he just avoided things.  And he could avoid in ways you haven’t even dreamed of.  It’s funny, now, but at the time, I thought I would pull my hair out.  He could figure out ways to do what he wanted faster than I could think of everything he might do.  And he still can, at times.  But now, I know to watch for his cute little smirk and the sparkles in his eyes and know he’s up to something.

So when you are having a bad day as an autism parent, keep the picture of this tree in mind.  Hold on tightly, bend when you meet an obstacle, keep blooming, keep reaching for the sky and your dreams!  You and your child will get there.  It may not be the dreams you once had – but they will be awesome, beautiful dreams, just the same.  Look how far we’ve come if you need inspiration!  And if we can do it, anyone can.  Casey and Rob are happy with their lives and isn’t that truly what every parent wants for their children?

Typical Week of Autism – What’s Next?

Typical Week of Autism - Whats Next?

This was a typical week of autism.  High highs and some lower days, too, but not super bad low so we’ll count it a good overall week.

Monday, we finally got to visit a state park about two hours from us.  Casey has been asking to go since last summer (it was one of those, yes, we’ll go and then ran out of summer days!) and she was thrilled.  However, despite being happy to  go, I was worried.  She had had major sinus issues all weekend and I had even told Tracie we would probably be at the doctor for a sinus infection instead of hiking.

She shocked me, though, and seemed better Monday morning.  She got out of breath a few times because her nose was stuffy but she laughed and giggled all day.  We had a picnic lunch before we began our hike and they both enjoyed that.

We visited Old Man’s Cave in Hocking Hills State Park.  The caves aren’t actually caves, but giant rock overhangs that people used to live under many, many years ago.  It’s so pretty and the trails are easy to follow.  Rob enjoyed looking at the creek and the little waterfalls – until we got to the “cave.”

He was walking with Tracie and seemed okay walking in at first, but he quickly decided he wasn’t staying.  There were a lot of people (but not super-crowded) and he turned to go back up the trail.  Nothing we could say would convince him to walk farther to see a bigger waterfall.  It wasn’t a big deal, so we turned around.

He stayed well ahead of us to make sure we wouldn’t try to make him go back and it wasn’t till we were back near the car that we both had an idea of what the problem might have been.  It hit me that he is severely claustrophobic – maybe the overhang (which was barely enough clearance for him to walk) was just too close for him.  Tracie remembered it was supposed to rain/storm later and we knew either reason could be right.  Or he was hot.  Or he had to go to the bathroom.  Or… or… or….  who knows?

Because it was so hot, we decided to drive to different parts of the park instead of hiking the entire path (several miles).  He jumped out of the car at the next place and happily started the hike.  Even when we had to walk down many flights of steps, he was fine.  He looked around and laughed.  Again, it wasn’t until we got close to another overhang that he got anxious.  He stood still (sort of!)  for one picture and then took off up the path again.  We had to keep telling him to slow down, as this was rocky and we were both afraid he would fall.

There was another spot nearby that had a waterfall and the hike wasn’t too long.  As soon as we got into the woods and looked down at the pool of water and the falls,  both kids got big smiles on their faces.  When we finally got down to it, there were several people wading in the water (it was clearly marked no wading or swimming…. but…  🙂  )   So I took my shoes off and asked Casey if she wanted to go wading.  She immediately took hers off.  I knew Rob would never go wading, but I had to try.

And he sat down, yanked his shoes and socks off and came right to me!   To say I was shocked is an understatement!  He never goes wading – ever.  I don’t remember the last time I saw him do it – not since he was little, I’m sure.  He walked through the cool water, found a big rock to sit on that he could still keep his feet in the water and he let the waterfall hypnotize him.  It was the best part of the day!  He looked so happy and relaxed!

Unfortunately, after our fun day of hiking, Rob and I both woke up with stuffy noses and coughs.  I thought it was allergies, but then we both had no energy.  He asked for the doctor one night, but then changed his mind.  So we took it easy all week – coughing and resting.  It’s just way too early to be dealing with this stuff!

We also had to deal with another issue that had both kids anxious and upset.  While I do share a lot on this autism blog, there are things that I believe are too private to the kids – or that may make the problem worse if I write about it.  It’s nothing I can change, fix or fight about – nor can I explain it to them to make them understand what is going on.  So besides not feeling good, they are both upset about this problem.  A low point of the week – trying to explain that they are not the problem.  Rob takes things like this very personally and is having a harder time than Casey.  She just keeps asking.

On Friday, they were supposed to go swimming with a group of friends from their workshop.  I had a feeling it wouldn’t go well, as this was the pool that Rob got stung at last year and he never forgets things like that.  But,  he wanted to go and I want him to try whatever he’s comfortable with.  I told staff that I would be available all day so I could go get him if needed.  He wasn’t there long before the anxiety got to be too much.  So I brought him home and wondered why exactly he was anxious.

Was it the weather?  (more storms coming!)  The bee sting?   The fact there aren’t any fountains to stand under in the pool?  Not feeling good?  The stress he was already feeling?  As a mom (thank you, Yvette!) commented on our Facebook page (and I LOVE this – it’s perfect for autism!) it’s like the Tootsie Roll commercial – how many licks does it take?  The world may never know!  I’ll never know why and he can’t tell me.  And I’m left thinking that sometimes, autism just isn’t fun for any of us.

So this week has been up and down with autism.  I am so proud of the things they accomplished this week!  I can’t imagine having a head full of thoughts and not being able to express those thoughts easily.  But every day, they keep trying with smiles and giggles.  If only we could all face our troubles like this!