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Autism and Mood-Swing Moments

Autism and Mood Swing Moments

Autism is nothing if not a way to keep me on my toes. While most days are full of happy surprises (Rob reading out loud – helping with dishes, Casey naming constellations) every day, some days, I get a shock and not so pleasant moments pop up. One of those happened Friday evening.

It had been a long week and I was tired. Casey seemed happy when I got home and we ate supper. Not too long after, she screamed. I jumped up and ran to her to find her sobbing. When I asked what was wrong, the screams started again only this time, she was pulling at her hair, too. Then she was crying again. She wasn’t able to tell me what was wrong – only switched between crying and screaming.

I was finally able to distract her with a Sesame Street paint with water book. She painted for a while, then came outside on the swing with me. And started crying again. I finally learned what the problem was – she wanted to go somewhere and that person wasn’t willing to get her. And she cried. And I tried desperately not to show my anger but only to concentrate on helping her calm down and feel better.

So we slowly pushed the swing back and forth and I rubbed her hand. I knew that too much talking wasn’t going to help. When she had been calm for a few minutes, I started talking about her Halloween costume (she wants to be Cookie Monster and for me to be Elmo 🙂 ) and how we could go to Hobby Lobby and get a blue t-shirt, tulle material and googly eyes for her costume. We talked about all the details – she needed a blue shirt and “funny” material. And big eyes, but no nose.

We needed to make cookies for her basket and a headband to put more tulle on. She was going to say “Me love cookies” all day while she was dressed up like Cookie Monster. Finally, finally – she was laughing again. She giggled at me being Elmo and she wants Cory to be Big Bird, Robbie to be Bert, and Mandy to be Ernie. Even today, she is laughing at her plan. (I have explained that Rob, Cory and Mandy may not like her idea, but so far, she doesn’t seem to care!) I’ll be Elmo – that’s easy enough and I can wear it to school, too. 🙂

But, Friday night, she cried a lot, even after we talked about good things. She doesn’t understand some things and I can’t explain it in a way that would help her. Rob doesn’t seem to care anymore, but Casey asks. Usually, I can distract her with a walk or a trip to the Dollar Tree or to Mandy’s. That night, it didn’t work. And it made me even more resentful of people who only pretend to care about their feelings.

Yesterday, she seemed better. We went for a long walk and she got to have spaghettios (yuck!) for lunch, with a cookie after. She was excited to go to Mandy’s and watch the dogs play while she sat on the swing. But I worry about later this week – when will she finally understand and stop asking for things that aren’t going to happen? Why do some people think only of themselves and not others?

This was one of the times that I resented autism. I don’t resent the kids – I resent that autism caused the communication problem and Casey wasn’t able to tell me why she was mad and sad. I resent having to watch my beautiful daughter scream and pull her hair out because she can’t tell me what’s wrong. It’s a hard thing to watch – I feel so helpless and I just want to scream and cry, too.

But, unlike when she was a child, she was able to pull herself together and calm down in only a few minutes. It took longer to help me understand the problem, but we did it – together. Just the way it will always be for us. We will live the roller-coaster of emotions and we will keep right on loving and laughing (sometimes, after the tears, but it still counts, right? 🙂 ) Tomorrow, it may be Rob who is frustrated and crying (he rarely screams – he just loudly long black trains with a strange, deep yell at the end that lasts for almost a minute).

I may be used to the mood swings, but I can’t say that I like them at all. Especially when they are finally laughing, but I know that chances are, the screams are not over. I can see it in their eyes. Just like you can see in anyone’s eyes when they are stressed and upset. I just wish it was easier for them to tell me when something is bothering them. We’ve come so far – maybe one day they will have that ability!

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Autism, Mood Swings and a Helpless Mom

Autism and Mood Swings

I have shared before that when Casey was young, meltdowns were a big part of her life.  She started having them at school long before they occurred at home (probably because demands were placed on her at school and home was her “safe” place).  While we rarely see those hours-long meltdowns anymore, we do still have mood swings once in a while.

I know many people with autism experience mood swings and I wish I knew why.  Anger, tears and happiness all cycle and most of the time, you have no idea why and they can’t tell you.  This happened to Casey the other night.

We had supper and she was fine.  I was having a rough week, so when she flopped down on the couch, I was happy to just chill out, too.  She had her hand over her eyes, so I thought she might have headache.  As bath time approached, she keep peeking at me from under her hand (They always think I’ll forget bath time!) and giggling.  (I’m not nearly as crazy as they think I am – I do remember baths!)

So I told her to go start her bath water, she said “no” like she always does as she jumped up to get her PJs.  I heard her giggle as she ran to her room and back to the bathroom.  A few seconds later, the screams started.  I mean screams that, unless you have heard, you can’t imagine.  I don’t know why it doesn’t hurt her throat to scream like that.  She wasn’t having a meltdown – just a scream every few seconds.

I ran to the bathroom with no clue what was happening. Rob came out of his room, so I knew he had nothing to do with whatever set her off, but he wasn’t helping the situation as he yelled “Casey, no FITS!” and set her off again.  I told him to go in this room and rip paper and shut the door.

By then, she was crying – tears flowing down her cheeks.  I tried to hug her, but hugging is not something she wants unless she initiates it.  She leaned on me for a sec, pushed away and screamed in my face.  And screamed and screamed.  And then she was crying again and leaning on me for a hug.

I kept telling her she was ok and to tell me what was wrong.  I try never to ask the kids questions – they have a hard time processing them.  I say “Tell me what’s wrong” instead of “What’s wrong?”  I told her again as she cried to tell me, but again, she pushed me away and screamed “BATH!”

So I started her water and asked if she wanted Elmo bubble bath.  She said yes and started giggling.  I was desperate to get her mind off whatever was upsetting her so we talked about going to Grandma Rose’s and Grandpa Mack’s house the next evening and seeing Mandy this weekend.  Suddenly – another scream.  (do you have any idea how screams echo in a small, tiled bathroom?)

I sat back and let her scream.  When she calmed down again, I started talking about needing a Christmas list for her and how she could write that when she got out of the bath, if she wanted to.  Yes!  She did and she started giggling again and finally, she started talking a little about Elmo and Christmas.  I took a deep breath and prayed it was over.

She was drying off when the next screams started.  By now, Rob is working himself up to a anxiety attack – humming, pacing, telling her “no fits” (which, by the way, really ticks her off!)  I ran into the other room to get him a pile of magazines and pulled his door shut again.  And now she is standing in the kitchen sobbing her heart out.  I feel so bad – I just can’t figure out what is wrong and I’m almost in tears, too.

We get her pills and orange sherbet.  As she ate her snack, I got Rob’s shower going and waited for more screams.  He was worked up and I had a bad feeling there would be little sleep that night.  He was yelling, even as he took his shower.  I got his pills and snacks ready and sat on the kitchen floor.  My dog came to lean on me and I cried on her shoulder.  Feeling helpless is one of the most terrible feelings in the world.  I couldn’t help either of my kids that night and I knew that Casey wasn’t done, yet.

She was laying on the couch again.  When I went in, she held her hand out and I went to sit beside her.  She asked about her Christmas list and we wrote down several things she wanted.  She was giggling and smiling, but I knew the mood swings weren’t over, yet.  Soon, she threw back her head and screamed again.  She pushed me away and started crying again.

So I sat on the floor about three feet from her and kept begging her to tell me what was wrong or what she needed.  Finally, she jumped up and ran to her room.  I waited for the screams to start again and when I didn’t hear anything for a few minutes, went to check on her.  She was in bed with her blankets over her head and Elmo cuddled against her chest.

I went back downstairs and checked on Rob.  He was just finishing his pile of magazines and seemed happy.  So I went in my room and had a good cry.  Life is just not fair, sometimes.  I hate feeling helpless – especially when I can’t help my own child feel better.  Sometimes, I hate autism and the pain it causes them.  I hate not being able to fix the problem and help them feel happy.

I know you have felt the same way.  Parents of “typical” kids have the same issues, at times, but at least those kids can tell their parents what is wrong.  Casey and Rob have words, when they aren’t too stressed.  When anxiety and stress hit, their words disappear and there isn’t anything I can do but wait it out.

I still don’t know what happened that evening.  She woke up the next day like nothing had happened.  I thanked God we made it through another autism mood swing and prayed He would keep giving me the strength I need.  I guess that’s all any of us can do, isn’t it?