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Welcome to our Loud, Crazy Autism Home

Welcome to our Loud, Crazy Autism Home

Yesterday, I came across a meme created by Joy of Autism  (if you haven’t checked out her page, yet, you are missing something!) about welcoming people into her home – and reminding visitors that their home is her son’s safe place, to truly be himself.  I shared it on our Facebook page and was surprised at the response from everyone who saw it.

When we are at home, Casey and Rob are free to be themselves.  While I do remind Rob to use a quieter voice, at times, when Casey is trying to sleep, for the most part, I let them be.  They do so well at holding it together every day while out in the world – they need to be able to come home and just relax.  I do the same thing.  It’s usually only a few minutes after I get home that I’ve got comfy clothes on and I’m ready to chill for a little while.

Visitors to our home know that Rob may be singing his anxiety song or fairy dancing through the house.  Casey might be stomping her figure eights upstairs and trying to sneak into the refrigerator.  They know that I’m glad they are visiting, but I’m also always aware of what the kids are up to – that I may jump up at any time and go check on them.  Strangers who visit for the first time can either accept that or leave.  This is OUR safe place and we make no changes for others.

I remember when they were little and Mandy had friends over.  Whenever Rob took his shower, she would make sure her friends were safely upstairs, as modesty was never Rob’s strong suit.  Now, he wouldn’t dream of leaving the bathroom with no clothes on, but he may venture out without completely pulling on his pants.  We’re used to it, so if we do happen to have company, I try to position myself to block any view.  (He comes right to the kitchen for his pills and snacks after his shower.)

Casey could care less who sees what.  I have tried over and over to remind her she needs to be dressed when she leaves the bathroom, but if she got her weekend-after-bath slippers instead of her weekday-after-bath slippers, she’ll run to her room to make the switch.  (She has several classifications for slippers – and she refuses to wear a pair of slippers that aren’t right.)

So, when you visit, if I seem to be standing in the door between the kitchen and dining room and looking over my shoulder for a long time, I’m just making sure you aren’t treated to a sight you can’t unsee.   🙂   When we had the pool, Casey and Rob both would yank their bathing suits off on the back porch so they wouldn’t get the floor wet.  They never cared who might be driving by.

Rob might be ripping paper and rocking in his recliner.  He might be making noises that you can’t understand, but I do.   It’s okay if you admit you can’t understand.  It’s not okay for you to think I need to change him while you are here.  That ain’t happening.  Casey might be sitting on the love seat and playing with her iPad.  If she has it too loud, I’ll ask her to turn it down – but I won’t ask her to leave the room.

I won’t ask her to take the blanket off of her head so you can talk to her.  She’ll hear you just fine – say what you want.  I won’t ask him to come out of his room while you visit.  He’ll come out if he feels like it.  You are welcome to peek in and say hi to him, but know that he may not answer you.

It’s hard to let people into our safe place.  Any time someone new comes in, I am nervous, as you never know how people will react to autism.  I don’t think anything about it, but for someone who isn’t around autism, our routines and quirks can seem odd and not worth the effort.  (Our schedule is worth the effort – trust me.  Life without our routine is not fun.)  I can’t change our routine for you.  It’s simply not worth it to me.  At times, a slight change can keep the kids up for hours and I need sleep.

Other times, you may not notice anything odd about our home.  When the kids are having good days (and most are good!), autism isn’t obvious, unless you know what you are looking for.  On other days, you may see/hear the kids stimming to relax.  You may find their habits weird and that’s okay as long as you remember they are doing what they need to do to make sense of this crazy world.  You are welcome to ask questions.  You are not welcome to tell me how to change our world.  I will show you the door.

I’m sure that sounds terrible, but you knew about the autism before you came to our home.  If you have some experience with it and offer a few ideas that you have tried, thank you.  If you are nervous, that’s okay.  If you really want to know us, welcome!  If you are just nosy, go away.  We don’t need you.

Please, parents – let your kids be themselves – especially when they are at home.  I know you may not want some people to know just what your life is like, but really, what harm can it do?  If you are embarrassed, try to relax.  Your visitors should understand and, if they don’t, do you really want them around your children?  You are their protector, their advocate, the one they run to when they need help.

Home is their place to just be them.  We love to have visitors, but only ones who understand that we do live in a circus and we love it that way.  Accepting our wild lives is the best gift you can give us this holiday season!

 

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Autism and the Different Therapies we Tried

Autism and Different Therapies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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Autism and Please Just Ask your Questions

Autism and Please Just Ask your Questions

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I offend you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Autism and the Really Bad, Terrible Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can do this. I promise.

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Autism, 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.

 

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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!  🙂  🙂

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Random Thoughts from an Autism Mom

Random Thoughts from an Autism Mom

Usually, I have a pretty good idea of what I want to write about a few days before I sit down to write this blog.  This week has been so crazy that I’ve jumped from idea to idea and none are working.  So, for something different, I thought I would share some thoughts I had about autism and our lives.

Autism thought #1.  Full moons are beautiful.  I love sitting on the porch steps and looking up at this perfect circle and imaging all sorts of thoughts.  I also hate full moons!  I dread them with a passion because I never know if this will be a good moon or a bad one.  This one was not good.  We felt the affects all week and while they are subsiding a little, I can still hear/see the anxiety in both kids.  Rob has been loud and anxious most days and Casey is on edge.  Thankfully, we’ve made it this far with no major behavior issues.

Autism thought #2.   Rob is still surprising me nearly every day with a new skill or ability to try something new.  He is enjoying more activities at the workshop and has more patience to be in new places.  Today, we went to my aunt’s house to pick up several things and he wandered around her yard like he had been there a million times.  He never sang his stress song and he even helped load the bricks into the car. (He did, however, freeze at the sight of a huge cricket on the brick he was holding.  Thank Mandy for that!  🙂 )

Autism thought #3.  I don’t understand selfish people.  I don’t understand how people can put their own wants above their child’s needs – especially a child who doesn’t understand why things are happening the way they are.  Selfish people are one of my biggest pet peeves and I’m getting irritated just thinking about it.  How can parents explain things to children they barely understand themselves?

Autism thought #4.  I wish the kids were able to tell me what they are feeling.  Maybe I’m getting too worried about selfish people when Casey and Rob really don’t care.  And Rob was rubbing at his ear again the other day – does he have another ear infection coming on?  (he had one right before camp and he was able to tell me it hurt and he needed Dr. Myers.)  Casey is so on edge – if I knew what she was feeling, maybe I could help!

Autism thought #5.  I wish – and I mean, really, really wish – that Casey’s memory wasn’t as good as it is.  She can remember things from before she was a year old. (When asked what happened on March 22, 1988, she said “got born, got cold, cried.”) She remembers what day we do things and used to expect the same thing to happen the following year.  For a long time, she got really upset if we didn’t follow the same dates, but now, she just reminds me.  Over and over and over.  On this day last year, we went to a state park near us and went swimming.  So, she was insisting we do that today, too.  Luckily, going to my aunt’s house made her happy.  But I know I’ll be hearing “Salt Fork, Salt Fork” many times until we finally make the trip.

Autism thought #6.  How weird is it that I’m thinking of finding someone I know, but the kids don’t to see if they will leave with a stranger?  This has been weighing on my mind a lot lately.  I hear of so many kids that are taken and it makes me sick.  Several months ago, Casey and a group of friends were followed in our local Walmart and then to another store.  Luckily, the staff that was with them noticed and kept the girls together until another staff member got there.  (the men were driving a windowless van and left when the male staff arrived.)  It scares the hell out of me.  Most of me thinks they would ignore strangers, but what if that person said they had French fries?  or a coloring book?  I just want to know if I’m worrying too much.  I’m sure if a person tried to grab them, the fight would be on, but if they just talked to them, Casey and Rob might walk with them.  (Not that they are ever alone in a store, but if one wanders off while I’m helping the other?)

Autism thought #7.  I feel guilty.  I don’t think I do enough with the kids at times.  While most of the time, I know this isn’t true, I wonder.  Casey would love to travel more, but Rob wouldn’t.  The effort to balance both their needs is exhausting at times and adds more guilt that I really don’t need to feel.

Autism thought #8.  I’m tired.  Lately, I’ve had a hard time relaxing – I always feel like I need to be doing something.  I have a list of things I wanted to get finished this summer and I feel like I’m running out of time.  I’ve missed yoga and working out just to work on another project.  Late last week, I decided enough was enough.  I left everything alone on the list and worked out.  Then I did yoga – and I felt amazing.  Relaxed.  I really need to stop running around and feeling like I’m accomplishing nothing.  One thing at a time and no more trying to do a million things at once.

Autism thought #9.  Blue (our new black lab puppy) was a good choice.  She wants to play with the kids, but seems to understand they aren’t like me.  I took her to the kids’ workshop the other day, fully expecting her to be wild (she loves attention!) but I was surprised!  When some people pet her, she wiggled and was her usual self.  When others, who had more physical issues, wanted to pet her, she lay still in my arms or stretched to lay her head on their arm or shoulder.  She sensed what they needed.

Have a wonderful, full-moon-less week!  🙂

 

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Why do We Try to Make People with Autism Just Like Us?

People with autism

One of my favorite quotes from Dr. Seuss is “Why fit in when you were born to stand out?”  How true this is!  I have a t-shirt that says it and a sign in my bathroom.  And I try really hard to live it every day – both for myself and for the kids and their autism.

It really is a pet peeve of mine.  Think about it.  Do you ever multi-task when you are watching TV?  Maybe clean while listening to the show?  Does anyone harass you to look at the TV so they know you are paying attention to it?  Nope.  But people constantly try to force people with autism to look at them while they are talking.

Is it more polite to look at someone when they are talking?  Sure – but do you always do it?  Don’t you look around while they are talking?  And do you still hear what they said?  Exactly!  And people with autism have so many sensory issues that I’m sure they hear even more than we do when they aren’t looking.

Casey told me a long time ago that eyes move.  I couldn’t understand that and she couldn’t explain until I read an article about eyes and how they are almost constantly in motion – the pupils, the eye lids, etc.  Can you imagine trying to listen to someone while their eyes are bouncing around?  Of course, most people don’t notice the eye movements, but if you have autism and have hypersensitive sight (see too much), imagine the distraction that would be!

I stopped telling the kids to look at me years and years ago.  Even before I knew why they didn’t want to, it seemed pointless.  I knew they were listening to me, even if they weren’t looking.  (I learned that the hard way when Casey repeated a sentence in a very inappropriate place!  🙂  )

From a young age, children with autism are taught to act more like their peers.  I understand that, in some things, this is a great idea, why do we expect them to become mirror images of other children?  We don’t tell a typical child to eat something that will make him/her sick, but we try to convince a child with autism to try it.  We don’t force typical children to wear clothes that cause them pain, but we want kids with autism to try them.

When a typical child says “No” to trying something, often, we let it go and hope to try again later.  When a child with autism says/indicates no, we try “if, then” statements or “now, later.”  We try to reason with them.  Why?   Not this mom.  I say “are you sure?” and move on with life.  Cause to be honest, if someone tried to force me to eat certain foods, I would have a meltdown myself.

Don’t you have any foods you don’t like?  Fabrics that you don’t like to wear?  How about sounds that bother your ears?  You don’t have autism – you just have preferences.  Why can’t we accept those preferences in our kids?

Don’t misunderstand me.  There are times when Casey and Rob are not given choices about doing something.  They are not allowed to sleep at work (is anyone?).  They are not allowed to steal.  They have to take baths/showers and brush their teeth.  They have to help with chores around the house.  But – I don’t ask either of them to do something that would truly cause pain.  Rob would have a hard time using a sweeper because of the sound, while Casey puts a finger in her ear and does it.

Their autism is part of who they are.  They are adults and should be treated as such as much as possible.   I know some decisions are beyond their understanding (why can’t we stop for ice cream and a coke every time we go to Grandma and Grandpa’s house?) but I try to help them through the hard choices.

Rob gets hot easily, but refuses to wear shorts.  I tell him he would be cooler in shorts, but that’s a decision he can make without causing harm to himself.  Casey has a calendar in her head for when it’s okay to wear shorts and pants.  I have told her it’s okay to wear shorts in April if she is hot, but she doesn’t.  Again, that’s her choice and one that won’t harm her.

I don’t wear clothes that are uncomfortable to me so why would I expect them to?  Because “normal” people don’t wear the same 5 shirts all the time?  Who cares?  I mean, really – who cares?   Another favorite quote “Those who mind don’t matter and the ones that matter, don’t mind.”  Same thing – if something about my kids bothers you, stay away.  We don’t need your negativity in our lives.

I don’t eat certain foods.  Yes, I may be more inclined to try them (Sometimes!  🙂  ) but I don’t eat what I don’t like.  And yet, we try to tell people with autism they should eat more of a variety.  Why?  Yes, there are times to be concerned for health reasons, but if your child is healthy, why worry that chicken nuggets and applesauce is the only thing he/she will eat?  Rob went for years (he didn’t have so many problems eating when he was little – it started right before puberty) only eating the same things and refusing to try anything new.  Fifteen years later, he’s willing to try most things.  He doesn’t always like it, but he tries.  Score a huge point for us!

If I was in a crowd of people and the noise/smells/pushing was getting to me, I would leave.  But how many times are people with autism expected to sit and handle the same?  Especially when the noise and the smells are multiplied for them?  Wouldn’t you have a meltdown, too, if you were forced to be somewhere that was making you physically sick?

OK – I’m done ranting.  It’s just so irritating to hear people say we need to change people with autism to be more like us.  Why?  For the most part, people with autism don’t lie, cheat or judge people.  They tend to accept everyone who respects and accepts them – and we want to change them into “normal” people?  Nope, not happening.  WE should be more like them.

Treat others the way you want to be treated.  Just like a person with autism would.  (and yes, we may have to help them understand how to do that, but helping others is always a good plan!)

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The Top 13 Things Having Children with Autism Taught Me

Top 13 Things Having Children with Autism Taught Me

Living with children with autism is a never-ending learning experience.  The therapy that worked today may not work tomorrow and the shirt that could easily be worn tomorrow might be one that couldn’t even be touched last week.  Parents are constantly on their toes for surprising new behaviors and we are always learning new things.  Here are the top thirteen things I’ve learned over the last 30 years as an autism mom.

  1. How to take out a toilet. Seriously, this is probably the one I’m most proud of.  Rob used to have a fascination with what floats and what just makes a large splash.  And since he knew he wasn’t supposed to play in the toilet, he would flush whatever he dropped so he wouldn’t get caught.  I can take out a toilet, remove the offending object (often match box cars) and reinstall the toilet in 15 minutes or so.  The only thing that ever stumped me was a plastic shot glass.  I was ready to permanently remove the toilet and insist they use a five gallon bucket over that one.
  2. How to find the softest shirts in the store. Rob’s severe sensory issues and refusal to wear shirts with sleeves or ones that he deems are not soft enough has caused me to return a LOT of clothes. No amount of washing can make a shirt soft enough for him, so we only purchase the softest ones we can find and cut the sleeves out of every single one.  I’m in the process of discovering a way to use the short sleeves cut from shirts.
  3. How to control a terrible temper. When I was young, I had a temper.  I’m sure my parents doubted I would ever learn to control it, but I did.  I needed every single bit of patience I had some days when both kids were having rough days – and I have a typical daughter, too.  I learned that getting angry really wasn’t worth the effort most days.  But, I also learned that when people realize I could blow up easily, I tend to get their attention fairly quickly – and if people see me crying in anger, they scatter.
  4. Laughing really is the best medicine. And honestly, most things are funny, if not at the time, then a little later.  I’ll admit – I still have a few days that are not funny and never will be.  They are days that I thought I would never laugh again.  But, I made it and so will every other autism parent that thinks today is the worst.  Red Koolaid slowing running down my freshly painted dining room walls is funnier than heck now.  At the time, I was ready to blow a gasket.  And that day inspired the name of my blog.
  5. Cinnamon and pepper never leave your sweeper. Yes, it’s true.  You can change the bags many times.  You can clean the guts of the sweeper.  You can use it over and over to sweep up carpet freshener, but you will always smell pepper and cinnamon until you get fed up and throw the sweeper away.  Also – green, blue and yellow food coloring has to wear off your children and it looks like they have healing bruises for weeks after painting themselves with it.  I never did find the red color.  Another thing I learned from this day – children with autism, when coached by a typical sibling – can climb drawers and cupboards like monkeys and enjoy every minute of it.
  6. The same brand of pretzel in different shapes tastes different. It’s true.  The little midget pretzels are acceptable only in certain brands, while the long rods in those same brands must never be touched.  Likewise, the long rods of another brand are delicious, while the little sticks can never be eaten.  Also – the pretzels that can be eaten at home usually cannot be eaten at any other house. Cherry tomatoes are wonderful snacks, but sliced tomatoes are yucky.  Chicken nuggets and French fries are acceptable meals at any place, at any time, but pizza can only be frozen, from a box.  Waffles should not be heated up, nor have any syrup.
  7. All Sesame Street characters, the Power Rangers and the Wizard of Oz are real people. And if you use them the right way, those characters can teach a child (or adult who is still obsessed with them) almost anything.  For years, Rob used lines from the Wizard of Oz, Lion King and Willie Wonka (the original) to communicate his needs.  I am so thankful that most movies are readily available now because when he was little, it was really difficult to find some of them and he wore them out quickly.  I’ve used silly voices (I’m especially good at Elmo, Cookie Monster, Grover and Ernie) to coach my daughter.  I can use stuffed toys to help her communicate when she is getting upset.  Autism parents do what we have to do to avoid screaming meltdowns.
  8. How to be nice – until it’s time to not be nice. I first heard this line from Patrick Swayze’s character in the movie “Roadhouse.”  It fits an autism parents’ life to a T!  When you have to deal with doctors, therapists, teachers, insurance companies, hospitals, other staff and your children, sometimes, you get fed up.  It’s hard to always be nice to people as our parents taught us to be.  I always tried to be nice, but when people decided they could make decisions for my kids based on charts and not the kids themselves, I learned to be not nice.  I learned to stand up for what they needed and not back down when people with degrees thought they knew everything.  They are incredibly smart (usually) but they don’t know what’s best for my kids.  I know my kids better than anyone!  So I’m nice to everyone – until it’s time to not be nice.  Then, watch out, people.
  9. How to speak up for us. I was a shy kid.  I didn’t like being the first person to speak unless I knew the crowd very well. Standing in the background was easier for me and I was quiet in crowds.  Speaking in front of a class was terrifying and likely to make me sick to my stomach.  After autism, I have been invited to speak at many meetings to share autism awareness and the stories of our family circus.  I enjoy doing these presentations because I know every time I reach one person with awareness, that person will reach another.  I also learned to speak in IEP meetings.  After all, I knew my kids the best and I knew what we needed.  Anyone who has been to IEP meetings, or any type of meeting about your child, knows how uncomfortable they can be, especially for the parents.  I learned to listen objectively and to think before I responded to get the kids what they needed.  It wasn’t easy, but my shyness is officially gone.
  10. It’s ok to ask for help.  I know most people know this, but this is still a hard one for me.  I hate, and I mean, hate, asking for help with anything.  I am always told how strong I am and to admit that I need help just drives me crazy.  But, slowly, over the years, I’ve learned that everyone needs help at times and that the strongest people know when to ask.  I have had a few emotional crying meltdowns because I kept quiet about things and didn’t ask for someone to watch the kids so I could sleep.  It’s still not my favorite thing to do, but I do ask when I need help – whether it’s watching the kids or just someone to talk to.
  11. Sleep is the most precious thing. Go ahead and laugh, but if you have ever had to go without sleep for weeks or months on end, you will understand this.  For many, many years, Rob couldn’t go to sleep at night and when he finally did crash, he was up and down several times each night.  I was lucky – he didn’t try to leave the house or destroy anything.  He just got a snack and lay on his bed, singing.  And by singing, I mean, squealing, laughing and shouting odd phrases until he could fall asleep again.  And on those rare nights that he actually went to sleep, Casey would be up singing, dancing and folding socks.  I am so thankful that I finally found the right combination to help him go to sleep and stay asleep most nights.  I am a new person with sleep.  Without it, I am a grouchy, crying emotional wreck.
  12. Socks are amazing and wonderful. Casey’s obsession with socks has been going on for almost 20 years with no signs of stopping. She easily has 250-300 pairs of socks and is always looking for more.  She has every color, holiday and animal you can think of, I think.  To be honest, I don’t really look at them much.  She can spend hours in front of her dresser or on the floor folding and refolding socks while she listens to music.  It is one of her coping techniques.  It’s also a great way to find kind people in the world.  Everyone who meets my daughter finds out her love for socks – usually because she is pulling up their pant leg to see what their socks look like.  Yes – even to complete strangers.  While this is usually met with a smile after I explain why she is doing it, at other times, it isn’t a pleasant experience.  I still hope the man who screamed at her in a craft store many years ago remembers us.  I sent the kids to the van with their sister and then I had a rather loud, possibly cuss-word filled discussion with him.  When it was over, the manager told him to leave and the crowd clapped for me. 
  13. It is possible to hear the same word/phrase/sound for hours and eventually not notice it. Rob gets fixated on phrases that he uses to help calm his anxiety.  When I sold our van last summer, after having it for 13 years, he said “Get the van.”  And said it and said it.  For the first few weeks, it was pretty much constant.  We drove to a park near our house (a five to six minute drive) and he said it more than 50 times.  I heard it every single time that night, but eventually, I only heard it when he was right in my face or yelling it at the top of his lungs.  It took him almost 6 months to stop saying it a lot.  That phrase still pops out every once in a while.  He has several phrases that he repeats over and over when his anxiety is running high.

Any situation can be a learning experience, if you are willing to think outside the box and laugh a lot.  Parenting is funny but when you had autism to the mix, life really gets interesting!  Now – what cool things has autism taught you?

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A Diagnosis of Autism – Now What do you Do?

A Diagnosis of Autism - Now What?

Mandy was at a craft show today and met a lady whose grandson had recently  been diagnosed with autism.  Mandy talked to her for a while and shared a little of the conversation with me.  It brought back memories of similar discussions with other parents I’ve had over the years and shows again how lucky we were with our first few months.

Casey was very healthy and got her well-baby check-ups at our county health office, so our doctor never had a chance to tell us she was behind in many areas.  The nurse at the clinic didn’t seem concerned, but did say we should see about speech therapy for her.  I started driving her to a city 35 miles from home once a week for therapy.

Her therapist suggested she might benefit from preschool, so I enrolled her in the Y.  The first day I went to pick her up, I could hear her screaming from outside.  She was under a cupboard and out of control.  She was scared to death and overwhelmed by the noise and the differences in her routine.  She eventually settled down, but it was clearly not the right place for her.  The teachers were amazing and got on contact with our local school district.

Casey started her new preschool and loved it.  She adored her teachers and they understood a little more about autism.  During her summer break, she was officially diagnosed with autism.  We were pretty sure autism was the cause of her communication difficulties and the other signs that were beginning to show up in her life so hearing the doctor say the words wasn’t a big shock.

Since she was already enrolled in a specialized preschool, we merely continued with what we were doing – speech once a week and working with her on the same things her teachers were doing.  And I also began to watch Mandy and baby Robbie for signs of autism.  I couldn’t change it if they did have autism, but I wanted to know early.  When he was old enough, he started the same preschool that the girls had gone to.  He was already getting therapy before we got a diagnosis for him.

I had an amazing support system with teachers, therapists, family and friends.  No one really knew anything, but we all learned together and same days were not good.  There weren’t as many options for therapy in 1991 as there are now and when we did find something we wanted to try, it was rarely available in our small town – or insurance refused to pay for it.  And so the fight began…

I had to argue with the insurance company.  I had to call the doctor over and over to get prescriptions for therapies and then try to figure out how to pay for it.  Social Security wasn’t an option as it is based on family income until the child is 18.  So I did what I could and kept reading.

Most of the time, I felt incapable of getting the kids what they needed.  I was just a mom – not a professional with a bunch of letters after their name.  Surely, they knew what was best – right?  No!  And that was the hardest and first lesson you will have to learn.  YOU know your child best – their needs, their difficulties, what sets them off, what makes them happy.  Yes, you need to listen to the professionals, but never be too afraid or too shy to stand up and speak your mind.

I was too shy.  For months, the special education coordinator intimidated me.  He intimidated everyone – often, in meetings, he tapped pencils or shuffled papers and seemed to be not listening to a darn thing that was being said.  At the end of the meeting, he would hand me a paper and tell me to sign it.  And for a long time, I did.  I would leave meetings in tears – from anger and sadness.  Until one day, he shuffled his papers one too many times and Mama Bear showed up for the first time.

I slammed my hand on the table and told him that she might be a number to him but Casey was MY DAUGHTER and he was going to listen to every word being said or I would go over his head and find someone who gave a damn.  That was a turning point for us – and when he retired many years later, I called him a friend.   Always, always be nice as long as you can – but, stand up for yourself and your child, too.

Find a doctor you are comfortable with and who listens to you.  You are allowed to ask questions – if your doctor rushes you out or doesn’t acknowledge your child, you may want to find another doctor.  Hopefully, your doctor is like both of ours – they are willing to do whatever they can to help the kids.

One of the first phone calls I really recommend you make is to your county board of developmental disabilities.  They will have services that can help your family and be able to point your in the right direction for other help.   Most of the time, when your child becomes a client of your county board, you will be assigned a case manager (they are called service and support in our area) who will be the person you contact whenever you need help.  We have had amazing SSA’s over the years – I’ve cried to them and yelled and told them I was just too tired to deal with anymore.  They are my friends and I’m so grateful to each!

Social Security might be an option to help pay for services for your child, but remember, until your child is 18 it is based on family income.  It’s worth a call, though.

If your child is 3 or older, call your local school district.  Just a head’s up, though – all of this takes time and you may have to call more than once to get what your child needs.  Be persistent and know that, while your child is the most important to you, the district has 100’s of kids who are just as important.  Try to be patient – but persistent.  The squeaky wheel gets the grease, after all.

Some hospitals have therapy departments that may be able to service your child.  It might also be possible for lower rates if your insurance won’t pay.  It can’t hurt to ask.  Get used to asking for things because that’s a new part of your life.

Remember that this stuff doesn’t need to be done all at once.  Give yourself time to adjust to your new life.  Your child hasn’t changed, but having a diagnosis changes you.  Before, you were just a parent, now you are a parent of a special needs child.  Give yourself time to grieve, if you feel the need.  Some days, all you need to think about is just to take deep breaths.  Take care of yourself – that’s more important than ever.

Look for support, either in a group or online.  You will be surprised at how much better you will feel just by hearing what other parents have to say.  Lean on others and let them lean on you.  Most important – remember your child is still the sweet little person you love more than anything in the world.  Autism won’t define him/her any more than their hair color!