Autism and Medicine Changes

Autism and Medicine Changes

At their doctor appointment a few weeks ago, the neurologist and I decided to reduce one of Casey’s medications. We did it last year and she had no issues and were hoping this year would be the same. This medication can cause an increase in appetite and weight gain, so lowering it would be wonderful. Plus – as grateful as I am that their medications help them, I would love to reduce the amount for both Casey and Rob.

So, at bedtime, I reduced one of her medications by half a milligram. Not much, but thoughts of her being upset all of the time were in my mind. Until we figured out the best medications for her when she was younger, she was not a happy child. Meltdowns were terrible and while some were definitely sensory related, others were simply because life didn’t go as she wanted. She needed a strict routine with no changes. And life simply doesn’t work that way.

Last year, their appointment was after our county fair. For those who have followed us for a while, you know how important the fair is to both Casey and Rob. Those days of riding rides were amazing to them. The rides decreased Rob’s anxiety and helped his proprioceptive senses calm. The more a rides spins, the better they like it. And the fair was somewhere they could both enjoy, despite the crowds and the noise, up to a point. I always knew when it was time to go because they starting shutting down. Their eyes told me.

So, the last time we tried a med change, it was after a week of fair and their Halloween dance was in a few weeks. Life was good – it was as it was supposed to be.

Which brings us to this year. Their appointment was before our fair is usually scheduled. By then, both of them knew the fair was canceled, but Casey hadn’t really accepted that there wouldn’t be a fair. She understood “cancel” but she was still hoping. They have given up so much this year – this seemed to be the last straw for her.

So I reduced the med and started watching for reactions. I knew it would take at least a week (this medication builds up in the body) before I would see much of a change. The day after their appointment was the day the fair usually starts. And Casey was irritable. Not full blown meltdowns or even screams, just irritable and on edge. I knew it couldn’t have been the med that quick and tried to reassure her that we had lots of fun stuff planned for October.

They both had fun shopping that weekend and picking out the rest of their Halloween costume pieces. We talked about our Halloween party (since the dance was canceled, I thought we would have a small party so they would have somewhere to wear their costumes.) We talked about going hiking and seeing the pretty leaves. They both were happy.

But, she is still on edge. She wants the fair. She wants her dance. She wants to clean up the fairgrounds and look at Christmas lights and go to Mandy’s and go see scarecrows and go swimming and go to McDonald’s. She is jumping from one thing to the next and is fixated on odd events – like cleaning up the fairgrounds. I’m not even sure what she means. Unless it is that there were food stands there and she saw trash. (they did get some “fair food” one evening.)

My concern now is – are her fixations from the medication reductions or is she just fed up with all of the changes? Is it because she desperately loves the fair and looks forward to it all year? Or is the smaller amount of med too little? I want to wait a while before I give her the med back. I’m so hopeful that the farther we get from “fair” week, the happier she will be.

I miss my giggly, goofy girl. She still is, to a point, but that edginess is there and pops up at strange times. Ten minutes ago, she was repeating phrases over and over, trying to get me to tell her when we would go look at Christmas lights and now she is giggling at Elmo on her iPad. So, we wait and see.

I hate medication changes. It’s nearly impossible to guess whether the medication is needed or she just needs time to adjust to life with COVID. Medicines rarely have immediate effects. Many have to build up over 2 – 3 weeks. The waiting game is hard – is it helping because they are happy or has something happened that makes them happy that they can’t tell me? Is it not helping or has something else happened that they can’t explain. I don’t like the guessing game – or the waiting game. And, unfortunately, medication changes are both.

Unless she gets increasingly irritable or edgy, I’m going to wait until November to make any changes. That will give her body plenty of time to adjust and we will be far away from fair week and through Halloween. I don’t know what else to do but wait, as decreasing the med will be so beneficial to her, if it is possible.

My best advice to you if you need to start or change a medication is to keep a detailed diary of what happens. Write down any behaviors (irritability, inability to sleep, increase or decrease in appetite), but also include any changes that happen at school or in your home. Write down the weather – every detail of your child’s day. That will help you determine whether the med is helping or not. It’s time consuming, but it is needed. You can also do this to help determine if your child needs to start a medication. It will help your doctor to see exactly what your child’s day is like.

For me, I’ll make a list of things to tell Casey we can do and try to keep her mind off of the things we can’t. And wait and see how she feels in a few weeks.

Why We Are Autism, Apples and Koolaid

Why We Are Autism, Apples and Koolaid

I know it’s an unusual name for a blog and Facebook page, but it fits us. I’ve been asked a few times in the last month why this is what I chose to call our blog. Since I’m not feeling the best today (just a head cold – yuck!) and my head feels foggy, I thought I would just share our first post with you. We have gotten so many new followers that may not have gone back and read older posts and it’s a really funny story… now, anyway. The day it happened, I was not a happy person.

Enjoy! Laugh – if nothing else, this a good reminder that even terrible days can be funny later. 🙂

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Welcome to the first post on Autism, Apples and Kool Aid.   I’m the mom of three amazing kids – and a wonderful son-in-law!   My oldest daughter, Casey, and my son, Rob, both have moderate autism.  Our autism journey started almost 28 years ago and what a wild ride it’s been!

I’m not here to tell you that autism is easy – but it isn’t the terrible disaster that so many seem to think it is, either.  My hope for this blog is to share my circus in the hope that families who are on this journey with us will share our laughs and our tears – but ultimately realize all of our kids are our most precious gifts.

The name for this blog came from one day that is stuck in my memory.  A day which has proved that, sometimes, autism sucks, but sometimes, it’s our reaction that causes more problems.

Rob was 8 or so at the time and we had just finished remodeling our dining room.  I was in another room when I heard thump, rumble, rumble, crash, splash and Rob’s giggles.  What the heck?  As I ran towards the sounds, I heard it again – thump, rumble, rumble, crash, splash and giggles.  I found Rob in my beautiful dining room with an apple in his hand and red Kool Aid running down my walls.

It took a second to see the plastic cups of Kool Aid lined up on the table and for the dots to connect.  “Don’t throw that….” I shouted as he launched the apple across the table.  It connected squarely with the next cup in line.  The cup flew in the air, the Kool Aid went everywhere and Rob doubled over giggling.  I just stood there and looked.

When he picked up another apple, I sprang into action and grabbed the apple from him.  He laughed, hugged my legs and took off for his room.  I was left standing there watching red Kool Aid run down my walls, off my curtains, down my windows and drip from the ceiling fans.  I was furious!  What in the world possessed him to do something like this?   He had gone bowling a few days before and I guess he decided to make his own at home.

It took me forever to get the room cleaned up.  All the while, I’m mumbling not so nice words under my breath.  Steam was probably coming out of my ears by the time I got done.  I mumbled about autism… about red Kool Aid…  about sticky floors…  about not being able to handle this anymore.  I’ll admit, my anger took over.  Now, this is funny.  At the time, I was ready to explode.

Finally, the room was clean.  I was sweating like crazy and still mad about the mess…. and I flipped the ceiling fan on.  You guessed it – in my anger, I had forgotten to clean those blades…. and little spots of Kool Aid flew all over the room again.  My temper exploded and I began to clean again.

But – after the anger passed, I realized that day taught me a valuable lesson about living with autism.  Often, our reactions to what happens make problems worse.  Had I stayed calm, I would have thought to clean the blades (I hope!).  I wouldn’t have been so hot to flip the fan on.  Had I just cleaned the room and laughed with Rob, I would have only had to do it once.

I’m not always successful, but I try – really hard – to make sure my reactions to my children’s behaviors don’t cause more problems for all of us.  Sometimes, my reaction is simply to walk away until we are all calm.  Walking away isn’t always bad.

So, welcome to my circus.  Come back to soon and let’s learn together how to live, laugh and love with autism!

Autism and Two Very Different Doctor Visits

Autism and Two Very Different Doctor Visits

We waited several months for our appointment with a specialist for Casey. Somehow, in the days before the internet, my mom found a pediatric neurologist who specialized in autism. In 1992, there weren’t many doctors who had even heard of Autism. Before we went to this appointment, we strongly suspected autism, thanks to a TV show Mom saw and a book that show recommended.

It was a two hour drive. Casey always has been easy to travel with so the drive was no big deal. The waiting room was full of toys and she happily ran off to explore while I filled out paperwork. Then… The nurse called her name and all hell broke loose.

She refused to leave the toys. She kicked. She screamed. She tried to beat her head on the floor. I was due to have Rob in just a few weeks and couldn’t easily get a hold on her. The nurse told Casey she could take a toy with her and she calmed down enough to choose one. I was so embarassed (now, 28 years later, it wouldn’t faze me. 🙂 ).

Casey refused to get weighed. She wouldn’t stand for her height. She turned away for a temp check. The nurse could have been a picture on the wall for all the attention Casey paid her. She was focused on the toy and that was that. Nothing else mattered.

When the doctor came in, she never looked up. He said her name. She ignored him. He got down on the floor with her. She turned her back. He reached around her to play with the toy. She moved to a corner with the toy. He asked her what color something was – anything to engage with her. Nope. Nothing. She knew he was there, but he had nothing she wanted so she didn’t care.

He asked me several questions and with each one, I knew for sure she had autism. When he asked what I thought was going on, I simply said, “Autism.” And he agreed. In all honesty, I didn’t think much about it. She wasn’t sick. She wasn’t in pain. She was still my sweet little girl. I had no clue what our lives would become within the next year.

The meltdowns started in earnest. Almost every day. Nothing I could do would calm her down. Plus I had baby Robbie and toddler Mandy. Life was exhausting. I rarely thought farther in the future than the next day. She was in preschool all day with speech and OT. At that point, she had a few meltdowns at school – most were at home. (I think she held it together as long as she could and then just had to let go).

She had a few scripted sentences she used when she wanted something. Few words, except Mandy, Robbie, cookie, potty and drink, were spontaneous. She sang entire songs – always with perfect pitch… Knew her ABC’s, could count beyond 100, knew more colors than I did. But she couldn’t say Mommy when she looked at me.

Rob was 7 before he saw the neurologist officially. He went to one of Casey’s appointments. He said hi to the doctor. He said mommy when the doctor pointed to me. He sat quietly and shared his toy with the doctor. He looked out the window. But, he couldn’t answer simple questions. He had major sensory issues. He rarely talked. He liked his routine. He was completely opposite of her. He got the same diagnosis.

Fast forward to last week. I took them for their annual check up with their neurologist. Casey jumped on the scale, insisted the nurse check her height and held her arm out for BP check. While Rob wasn’t as excited as she was for all of that, he did everything they asked.

When the doctor came in, they both looked at him and said hi. They were both able to answer several of his questions on their own. Casey told him what crafts she liked to do and that we wouldn’t have a fair this year. Rob told him he went swimming and Bob is his friend. The doctor was so impressed with how well they are doing – especially with so many things changed this year! He said many of his patients were having a rough time, but I told him they have just accepted the changes. (Not always happily, but who has??? 🙂 )

I thought of all of this driving home the other day. We can even stop for lunch and go shopping after their appointment. Even a few years ago, that wouldn’t have been easy to do without someone else with us. Casey did give me a scare in one store, but no meltdowns, no anxiety yelling. Just shopping for coloring books and blocks. Like a typical family.

I know some of you might be going through a terrible time right now. You may be living with things I never had to. But, please, never stop hoping and never stop believing your child will grow and change. People that knew Casey when she was in elementary school are shocked to see her now. Keep pushing. Keep believing. Keep your faith!

Perceptions of My Life as an Autism Mom

I was at an event a while ago and two different people made comments about the life I live. I didn’t think much about it while I was there, but driving home, I wondered about their observations. One is a close friend, the other an acquaintance. I started thinking about the perceptions people have about me and my life.

One perception people have about my life is that it’s never quiet. Ok – I’ll give them that one. There are quiet times in my house, but only when the kids are not here or are asleep. If it’s too quiet when they are here, I go see what they are up to. But – doesn’t every parent do that? And how many homes are quiet when the kids are home? Why do people think my house would be any different than theirs?

They may hear kids talking in their home. I do, too. Often a little louder and not as understandable as most people, but talking just the same. They may hear toys. Yep, got that, too, since Elmo and Casey’s toy piano can be heard often. They may hear music or movies. Yep – the same movies over and over again. But Casey’s music changes, depending on her mood.

Another perception is that I never get any sleep. When the kids were younger, this was true and, at times, we still have rough nights around here. (crazy weather and full moons are not my friends!) I finally found the right combination of meds for Rob to help him sleep, so most of the time, we all sleep well. (Knock on wood! 😊)

Here’s a good one.   People think I’ve got the patience of a saint.  🙂  🙂  And I do – with my kids, with people who have special needs.  But – if you are rude or obnoxious…  hmm… nope.  My patience stays with those who need it.  🙂  I will be nice as long as I can, then all bets are off!

Honestly, the perception that bothers me the most is that we need pity. I get why people might think this, but really, it just irritates me to no end.

Why would anyone feel sorry for us? Casey and Rob are happy. They have everything they need and most things they want. (I say that because right now, they want to ride rides at our county fair, which has been canceled. Thank you, covid… Now go away!) They love going for walks, buying coloring books and socks, playing cards and construction paper.

Do they have struggles? Sure – but we don’t need anyone’s pity. We need compassion and understanding. Every family has struggles – some are just really well hidden and ours are loud and more obvious at times. 😊

Yes, my life is different than most people. It’s different than my autism mom friends. But that’s ok. Being different keeps life interesting and fun. Yes, I do feel lonely at times and, yes, I definitely get tired of helping with baths. Yep – get tired of worrying about the future. Yep – get tired of always needing someone to be with Casey and Rob.

But – I also get to spend evenings on the patio with them, listening to giggles. I still get to believe in Santa and the Easter Bunny. I get to celebrate every… single… holiday. I get to have supper with them every night and tuck them in bed. (Usually more than once! 😊)

Instead of just assuming what my life is like, ask questions. I don’t mind and would much rather someone ask than not. The only way to make the world more accepting of Autism is to get information out and spread it around! That’s why we go places. Some times, our days out don’t go as well as I would like, but that’s okay. I can have a good cry (either on sadness or anger) and move on.

Our lives are different than yours. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. 😊

Autism and Constant Supervision

Autism and Constant Supervision

Since I went back to school a few weeks ago, I’ve needed help with Casey and Rob for about an hour in the morning before they can go to Hopewell. My parents, Mandy and Bob (Rob’s favorite staff person) are all helping. This week, a conflict has come up and I have no one to help one day. I stressed about it and asked who I could think of if they could help, but finally came to the conclusion that I would just have to go into school late. I am lucky and grateful that I can do that, but it just reminds me again that I still need a “babysitter” for my adult children.

Never being able to leave them alone is not something you think about when they are little – no one leaves little children alone. And you are too busy to think about the future. Then, suddenly, they are teenagers or adults…. and you still need someone to be with them all the time. Forever.

Before anyone misunderstands, I do know how lucky I am. Casey and Rob don’t play with knives or matches or the stove. They don’t eat or drink things they shouldn’t. They don’t bother medicines. They don’t leave the yard or wander away at night. I am able to take a shower without worrying. Or go outside for a few minutes. Many, many autism families can’t do any of this. They have to keep an eye on their child all of the time – no breaks for the bathroom or a shower. I feel for them. It’s a tough life – you love this person so much, but at the same times, you desperately need two minutes to yourself.

But – sometimes…. I want to be able to go with my friends without worrying about who will stay with them. I want to sit by a campfire without needing to go check on them every few minutes. I want to be able to get groceries or run errands without their “help.” 🙂 They have come so far since they were little and it was nearly impossible to take them to the store by myself. (Casey had meltdowns and Rob had sensory overload – and they both liked to dart off.) We go places all the time now and I love it, but …. I just never thought I would need a babysitter for my adult children.

I never dreamed that I would be stressing over an hour on a weekday morning when they were adults. Sometimes, the reality of our situation slaps me in the face. As amazing as they are and the amazing things they learn to do every day still doesn’t make it safe for them to be alone. I doubt either would leave the house in the event of a fire (we have talked about it – many times – that they are to go to the garage when the smoke detectors go off, but they don’t even acknowledge that it is beeping). They count on someone else to keep them safe. Neither will use the phone to call for help.

I always laugh when someone tells me to just “find someone” to stay with them. Really? Like I’m going to leave my communication- challenged children with strangers? I don’t trust easily and have been burnt by some people I did trust. So, until I know someone really well, they don’t spend time alone with my kids. Period. I even have a hard time when new staff starts at Hopewell. I can’t see them interact with Casey and Rob and I can’t see what they think of the new person. So – I just don’t trust. I hate being like this, but I don’t plan on stopping.

I’ll admit – there are times I’d like to go some place and I just choose not to go instead of asking someone to stay with the kids. I know they need to learn to be with other people and I know I need time away, but I hate asking for help for “fun” things when I need help for important things, like work. I just get tired of needing help. It’s just not something I ever thought I would have to do when my kids were adults. Even when they were both diagnosed with autism, adulthood wasn’t something I had time to think about much. The here and now was always more important than the future.

But, see – the scariest part of them always needing supervision is the future. The future when I can’t take care of them anymore. The future where I have to trust someone else to watch them constantly. Mandy and Cory always tell me not to worry – that Casey and Rob will always have them and I love them for that, but they need their own lives, too. I don’t let myself dwell on the future much as, sometimes, those thoughts are guaranteed to bring on a crying fit.

So we’ll go on, as we have been. Doing things together and taking an extra person when I may need more than one set of eyes. (Don’t let their size fool you – Casey and Rob are fast!!) Even going to the bathroom when we are out is hard – I can’t assume they will stand and wait for me. Some days, they would. The next time – that’s a big no! See? Unless you have a child with autism, you wouldn’t think about not being able to go to the bathroom if you are not at home. It’s something we all live with.

I hope each of you has someone you can trust to be with your kids when you need a break. Take breaks and take care of yourself or you will burn out. Then who will take care of your child with autism? Just like when you are on a plane – put your oxygen mask on first, so you can help others. 🙂

30+ Years of Autism and I’m Still Learning

30 + Years of Autism & I’m Still Learning

For more than 30 years, autism has been front and center in our lives. I find it hilarious that some people believe that makes me an “expert.” For one, neither of my kids are alike and another… No one is an autism expert. There are many people with a vast knowledge of autism – and you are the best expert about your child! Never doubt that!

A few weeks ago, the kids and I went on a boat with friends. Casey was scared to get on the inflatable that is pulled behind the boat, but with encouragement, she finally tried. Rob wouldn’t even attempt it and I was so surprised, as I thought he would be the one to jump on without a thought. After Casey rode, I tried and tried to get him to at least walk back and look at it, but he wouldn’t. Finally, I said, “Just take your shoes off and try, buddy!” and he kicked his shoes off, stuffed his socks in his shoes and was ready to get on!

What the heck? Then it dawned on me – he never, ever gets his shoes wet. When we go kayaking, he steps into the kayak without getting in the water. When we go wading, he always takes his shoes off. And he wasn’t able to tell me that’s why he didn’t want to do it – he didn’t realize he could take his shoes off. Casey and I were barefoot, but we were wearing flip flops – he didn’t understand that it was okay for him to take his shoes off and he wasn’t able to tell me that’s why he wouldn’t get on. I simply never thought about it.

Last week, I went into Casey’s room to pull her sheets off of her bed and stepped in water! Her AC had been leaking, but she didn’t see any reason to tell me. Her carpet was soaked and she had to have stepped in it to turn the AC on and off. But, thanks to autism, she didn’t even think about telling me. I forget so often that things that are important to me (like water in the carpet!) mean nothing to them. She wasn’t able to tell me or even think that it was something that I might need to know. Thankfully, the carpet dried faster than I thought and I reminded her several times that she needed to tell me when things weren’t right. (She can certainly let me know when her iPad isn’t working!)

Rob had a problem the other day and he was acting completely out of character. If I was an autism expert, I would have stopped and tried longer to find out what was going on, but as a frustrated parent, I didn’t handle it as well as I should have. When I finally had all of the facts from the situation, I apologized to him several times. I’ll admit – as much as I try to think about every possible trigger when things happen, some times, I’m tired and that doesn’t happen.

Every day, Casey and Rob prove to me that as well as I know them, autism is an ever-changing disability that will never be fully understood by me – maybe even not by them. I don’t think they always know why they do the things they do, but only that they need to do it. Their OCD causes both of them to have rituals to feel safer – she needs to jump into doors and tap things three times. He has to have all of the windows open – except the one in the craft room always has to be closed – or all of them closed and locked. I don’t understand why, but it’s really not a big deal and helps him feel better.

I don’t know why both of them are hypo-sensitive to touch, but he can’t wear certain clothes. To my way of thinking, if your skin isn’t sensitive enough to notice a cut or burn, why can it feel the differences in shirts? He will burn himself in the shower if he turns the water on himself because he doesn’t notice the how hot the water is – but he can’t wear long sleeves because they hurt? I just don’t get it.

I don’t know why some nights, he can go to sleep easily and other nights, he is up most of the night. Usually, if she has a sleepless night, I can pinpoint why, but not him. Water is soothing to him while she barely notices it. Just like everyone else, they have their own preferences and we have to learn to separate what is “autism” related and what is just their personalities. It’s not always easy, either. Every day, I learn more about Casey and Rob.

We have rough days – days that I think autism just plain sucks. Days that I’m so tired I can’t think straight, let alone try to figure out why they do things they do. There are days that I let chores slip and that I don’t think about the future. Let yourself have those days, too. You can’t be “on” all of the time. You will exhaust yourself – and who will take care of your child, then?

Never doubt you are the expert on your child. Doctors and others may know a lot about autism, but no one knows your child like you do. Just remember – while you are your child’s expert, you will never stop learning about autism. That’s the thing about autism – it seems as soon as you solve one mystery, another one will pop up. It keeps life exciting! (I choose to look at it that way so it doesn’t drive me crazy! 🙂 )

Please, though – share your knowledge and experiences with other autism families. What worked for you may not work for them, but you never know. And maybe only part of your solution will help, but often, just knowing other families have gone through the same things, will help. We will all keep learning together to make the best lives for our families. 🙂

Autism and an Awesome Birthday

Yesterday, Rob turned 28. While Casey has been talking about his birthday for a month, he rarely mentions it. He likes his birthday, but it doesn’t mean as much to him as it does Casey and me. I want their birthdays to always be something special. This year, Rob surprised me.

He got up early on his birthday! He had a big smile when he came out of his room. I’d like to think he was happy to see me, but I know that it was for his favorite chocolate covered doughnuts that we always have on birthdays. 🙂 I sang “Happy Birthday” to him, but he turned his back and ran for his room as soon as I was finished. (I didn’t think I sounded that bad! 🙂 )

We had talked about his birthday all week – how old he was, what he wanted for presents. He would repeat that he was going to be 28, but he didn’t care. As for presents, he just repeated what I suggested. He showed no interest at all, except for wanting Long John Silver for supper. He never asks for that except on his birthday. Unfortunately, the one in our town burned last year after his birthday and never reopened. The closest one is about 30 miles away.

All week, I thought maybe I could convince him to have KFC or Taco Bell for supper instead. Finally, Wednesday evening, I told him LJS was closed and asked if we could have something else instead. The look on his face broke my heart. He was so disappointed that he wouldn’t be having fish for supper – he was close to tears. I couldn’t stand it. I told him I would go get his LJS while he was with Bob on his birthday. (When I was in that town a few weeks ago, the dining room wasn’t open, so I knew we needed the drive-thru anyway). So, yeah – I drove almost 70 miles to get their supper last night. But – he was so happy! His smiles and giggles made it all worth it.

He bought playing cards when he was with Bob so as soon as he finished supper, he went to his room to rip them up and wait for Mandy and Cory, Grandma and Grandpa. Since he still had cards when they got here, he didn’t come right out and see everyone, but when I mentioned presents, it brought Casey running and convinced him to see what he had gotten.

He makes very few comments and rarely changes facial expressions when he is opening presents. He reads his cards and rips open the paper. He read the new signs he got and said “money” when it fell out of his card. As soon as he was finished, he grabbed the new decks of cards and ran back to his room to resume the ripping, until I asked him to come and blow out candles.

He did have a small smile on his face as I lit a few candles for him and he loudly sang Happy Birthday to himself before he blew them all out. And ran to his room again.

But that’s okay. Birthdays can be overwhelming for anyone, but when you have sensory issues, they can be even harder. The extra noise – extra people – the extra attention are all hard to handle. I’ve never made any of my kids stay in the room for their parties. They are free to do what they need to do to enjoy their day.

I’ve also never understood the reasoning for buying what you think they “should” like. As an adult, Rob should probably be thinking about a new phone, or clothes, or gift cards, or something for his car. But as Rob, a young man with autism, he wants signs for his room. He wants decks of cards to rip up. He wants foam stickers to put on his closet door. He wants foam puzzles to cut up. He wants money for more signs (tho we are really running out of room in there!). And so that what we get him. We don’t try to force “normal” things – they get what they like.

So while his day might not seem like much to most people, he had his favorite doughnut for breakfast, wore a favorite shirt to Hopewell, had taco meat in his lunch, went with Bob, had LJS for supper, saw Mandy and Cory and Grandma and Grandpa, opened presents, sang to himself, had cookies and ripped cards for more than 5 hours. It was a perfect day to him and that’s all I ever want – a special time just for them.

I encourage you to think before you plan parties for your children with autism. Be realistic – are you planning the party for them – or for you? Are they the ones who want a huge crowd with lots of balloons – or is it you? Trying to compete with your neighbors? Please – do what’s best for your child on their birthday and leave the huge party for yours!

Why Autism Families Need a “Village”

Why Autism Families Need a Village

I’m sure you have heard the phrase “It takes a village to raise a child.”  This is even more true when you have a child with autism or any special need.  Villages are hard to find when people are intimidated or scared of your child, of your life.  Add to that the fact that trusting people around your child is so hard and families like ours often feel alone and isolated.

I don’t purposely limit our “village” but I also don’t let people in easily.  Casey and Rob (and Mandy and I!) have been hurt too often.  Even when I know someone would never hurt them, it’s still hard to let people see our “real” lives.  Reading about it here is one thing.  To actually be in it?  That’s a whole different ballgame. Maybe I just don’t want to see the look on their face when Rob starts getting loud or Casey gets upset over some little detail.

It’s easier to keep us closed off.

It’s not better for us – I do know that.  I know they need to try new things and meet new people.  I know that the best way to spread autism awareness is to be out in the community and let people see the real us.  But – it’s hard.

Last week, I was shown, again, that being open to new “villagers” can be amazing.  I have known Susie and Gene for years and years – even before Susie moved next door to us.  Since our houses are close, I know she has heard my circus – the yells and meltdowns and everything else.  But – I don’t have to see her hear it, if that makes sense.  I don’t have to see the look on her face. I can just apologize later.

So, they aren’t strangers, but it was still hard to think about spending an afternoon at a lake with them.  Susie and Gene have a boat and an inflatable ride-on to pull behind it.  I wanted the kids to have something new and exciting this summer, since we had to cancel so many things.

But….  What if Rob started his anxiety song?  What if Casey got upset?  I didn’t want to ruin their afternoon.  I was excited to go, but at the same time, I thought about canceling several times.

I worried for nothing.  Casey and Rob loved it!   When it took Casey several tries to be brave enough to step onto the inflatable, it was no big deal.  They were patient and kind.  When Rob tossed a towel (and later, a bucket) overboard, they laughed and said it was no big deal.  I was embarassed and was ready to just go home.  (Actually, had we not been in the middle of the lake, I probably would have!)

The afternoon was amazing. Not only because it was a beautiful day to be on the lake, but because I could relax and let the kids be who they are without worrying. I’m not sure Susie and Gene really understand what they did for us that day. It is more than just taking us to the lake. It was acceptance and caring. As you know, that doesn’t happen often! Our “village” grew that day.

Autism families need support and it’s hard to find. Yes, we need doctors, therapists, teachers – but we need friends just as much, if not more. We need those people who happily invite our family to their events and assure us everyone is welcome.

We need the far away friends who text, just to say hi and make us laugh. We need friends who aren’t autism parents to include us and cheer with us when our kids reach a milestone. We need shoulders to cry on and friends to lean on when life just gets too tough.

We need the support of our families (so many don’t have this and it’s so sad!). We need staff we can trust who love our kids. We need people to understand why we turn down invitations, sometimes, but who will still invite us. We need acceptance.

We need our village. And we need to let more people into our village – to love us and our kids.

Autism and Doing Things “Our” Way

Autism and Doing Things “Our” Way

I was really struggling to decide what I wanted to write about this week. I don’t know about anyone else, but the last few weeks have been a blur. I haven’t even posted much on our Facebook page. I don’t know why – I just don’t think about it or I’m too tired. Anyway, several weeks ago, Casey used fabric markers and spray paint (for fabrics) to decorate three shirts. She had been asking to tie dye for months, but we just hadn’t gotten around to it and when she finally had a choice, she picked the other way to decorate.

But – as typical Casey – she didn’t forget about the tie dying. She absolutely loves anything tie-dyed. The brighter, the better. She even has crocs that are tie dyed (tho she rarely wears them – I don’t think they are as comfy as she thought they would be). Mandy bought her two white shirts on sale and Casey began to remind me every few days she wanted to tie-dye them. Finally, last week, I remembered to order the stuff and today, we did her shirts.

I can’t even begin to tell you how excited she was! Huge grin, eyes sparkling, dancing around. I had looked up how to make different patterns and couldn’t wait to show her.

Casey, as usual, had her own ideas.

She carefully told me where to put rubber bands on the first shirt (one snapped, so she refused to try it herself). I just started to tell her how to put the dye to make patterns when the dye started flying. She went up and down the shirt squeezing the bottle as hard as she could and all ideas for special designs went out the window. But, as I stood and watched her carefully squeeze dye where she thought it needed to be, I noticed the twinkle in her eye and the big smile on her face. And I knew what my blog today would be about. It’s really simple – there is more than one way to do things.

Sometimes, we get so stuck on how we think things should be – how children will walk down a hall, how to tie shoes, how to sit at a desk, how to hold a pencil – that we forget not everyone thinks like us. And that is even more important when you have a child with special needs. They are incredibly able to adapt situations to fit their own needs. We forget that – I think because, especially with people with communication issues – because they won’t speak up for themselves and say “I want to do it this way!”

When she finished with the first shirt, she looked at me. I knew by the look in her eyes, she was wondering how to do the other one differently. I told her she could “color between the rubber bands” and that’s what she did – in her own pattern and squeezing as much dye as she could into each area. She still had the big smile and now she was giggling about it, too. I would have missed those special moments if I had made her do it the way I thought she should.

Living with autism for more than 30 years has taught me many things but the most important is to always think outside the box. Think outside what is considered “normal.” It doesn’t matter how you get to your goal, as long as you keep making progress in that direction. I had some wild ideas to help the kids when they were little. Some worked, some didn’t. And that’s okay. We just moved on past the ones that didn’t work and kept moving forward. Don’t get caught up in “the way it’s always been done.” Just because something has always been done one way doesn’t mean there aren’t better ways to do it.

Let your child be your guide. Use their interests (obsessions) to help teach other skills. Elmo showed Casey many things and I used lots of lines from the original Willy Wonka and Wizard of Oz to help Rob understand things. He knew those movies – he understood the words so I used them in odd ways, but it worked. Always think outside the box – who cares how silly something seems, as long as it helps your child?

Casey has very definite ideas about how her clothes need to be folded and put away. Rob couldn’t care less about how they are folded, but they need to be in a certain place in his room. And both ways are okay. Their laundry is folded and not on my dining room table, so I’m happy. I’m not going to ask either of them to do their laundry the way the other does.

Your child may be having sensory issues and that may be why they can’t do things the way you think they should. Maybe your perfume is too strong. Or the lights are flickering so much they can’t concentrate. Maybe their shirt is painful or they are hungry. Until your child can tell you why they don’t want to do things your way, you have to learn to relax and be happy they will do it their way.

There are a million ways of doing things. As long as your child is making progress, who cares how they get there? Relax and be happy!

How to Talk to an Adult with Autism

How to Talk to an Adult with Autism

I have to take a three hour class every year to continue to be Casey and Rob’s guardian. (Don’t panic if you don’t do this – I have discovered that even different counties in Ohio do things differently!) Yesterday, I sat through one about dementia. Honestly, I was interested in the topic as I have had some family members who had varying types. Sadly, I was bored out of my mind – they could have been talking about a person with autism.

Many different types – varying degrees of severity – medications might or might not help – how to advocate for the person…. isn’t that our lives? But – one thing that did stick out was one of the speakers was describing how not to talk to a person with dementia – as if they were a child, in a high-pitched, sing-song voice. (Even though that’s exactly how she seemed to be talking… but maybe I was just over the boredom and wanted to be done! 🙂 )

I can think of so many people that have no idea how to talk to Casey and Rob. Some, in particular, like to yell in their faces, because, you know – Casey and Rob are deaf. 🙁 I have repeatedly asked these people NOT to yell in their faces, but it goes in one ear and out the other. And those people wonder why my kids ignore them? Thankfully, they are rarely around those people. But still – how many people talk louder to someone who appears to not be paying any attention?

We have all done it. Maybe to get the person’s attention – maybe from our own frustration. Who knows? What I do know is if I talk loudly to either of my kids, they will shut down. Rob will get anxious because he thinks I’m mad. Casey will just make ignoring me a higher priority. So – always remember to use a calm, quiet voice. Trust me – they hear you whether they are acknowledging you or not. Yelling will cause a shutdown or worse.

Always speak slowly and clearly. Rob, especially, hears way too much. If there is a lot of background noise, it may take him a few seconds to understand what you said. Don’t talk with food in your mouth – don’t rush through what you want to say.

But don’t use too many words, either. Short and sweet. If you are giving directions, don’t list too many at once. I’ve spent many hours saying “Fold the blue shirt.” “Fold the black pants.” “Wash your face.” “Wash your arms.” and so on and on. Casey and Rob can follow 4 – 5 directions now, if they are familiar. If it is something new, be ready to break it down into one steps directions and be clear and concise about what you expect. It takes a while to build up to several directions at once. If we are having a rough day, we stick to one at a time. Every day is different so don’t be discouraged if you lose ground some days.

Never, ever talk to an adult with autism as if they were a child. I don’t care if you are talking about Elmo, The Wizard of Oz or Thomas the Tank Engine. Talk to the person just as you would any other adult. Casey and Rob hate to be “talked down to.” Casey will say they are “dults” not babies. Rob will just look at you as if you have lost your mind. I know it’s hard to do when you might be having a conversation about Bert and Ernie or Barney, but to the adult with autism, those characters are friends, not babyish. (By the way – I have perfected talking in “Elmo” and “Cookie Monster” voices. 🙂 🙂 My life is now complete!)

Explain what you are doing, even if you don’t think the adult with autism will understand. My kids know more than they will ever let on. I see bits and pieces come out and I’m always amazed. Rob loves to look up things on his iPad. He studies how things work on YouTube. He googles “squeaky brakes” or “broken fan” to see how to fix them. When we are baking cookies or cupcakes, I talk to them about each step we are doing. “The sugar makes the cookies sweet.” “The oven has to get hot first.” Many times, I don’t think they are really focused on what I’m saying, but then the next time we make cookies, one or the other will repeat something I said before.

Don’t use a high-pitched, fake happy voice. For one thing, the high pitch may be painful to the adult with autism who has sensitive ears. For another, even if the person functions at a child’s level, they know they are adults. You are insulting them by talking in a baby voice. Just stop it. Imagine how you would feel if someone talked to you like that. I would want to slap them, wouldn’t you?

Always, always give the adult with autism time to process what you said. This is really hard to do, as we are so used to the give and take of a “normal” conversation. I heard this tip when Rob was small and it really helped him. When I ask him a question, I count to 30 slowly before I repeat the question. Casey tends to answer quickly most of the time (if it is something she wants to answer… if not… she will ignore you forever!) Rob does much better when he is given the time to process your request and decide how to answer. Thirty seconds can seem like forever while you are waiting, but it does help. Don’t keep repeating the question – he will shut down.

On that note, try not to ask questions. Use statements instead. “Tell me what you want” is easier to answer than “What do you want?” Casey has an easier time with questions, but “why” and “how” questions are extremely difficult for both of them.

Many of these ideas will work if you have children with autism, too. Sometimes, with a child, you need to use a silly voice to get them to want to interact with you. Don’t be afraid to be silly with kids or adults! Any kind of interaction is so awesome! You may not be comfortable being silly, but try anyway. Life is too short to be serious all of the time. If I can say “Me want cookies” and “Elmo loves you” or “he he he that tickles” in character, then you can use a silly voice, too. 🙂