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Autism and a Well-Deserved Pat on the Back

Nine years ago, Rob graduated from high school. It’s been 11 years for Mandy and 13 (how is that possible??) for Casey. Whether your child is graduating from high school, college, or preschool this year, stop and give yourself a pat on the back. School isn’t always easy for families with autism. I know there were many times when I just wanted school to be done. I didn’t really care what happened when school was done – I was just so tired of dealing with it. Even during the easier times, it was always in the back of my mind – when will the stuff hit the fan, again?

In many ways, Casey had a much harder time in school than Rob did. Her sensory meltdowns scared other children and made it harder for them to want to be friends. Not that she cared. She was her own world and, in many ways, still is. She likes herself just the way she is and if you don’t like her, that’s your problem, not hers. (I’ve learned to be a lot more like her in this respect! 🙂 )

And – Casey was the first student with moderate autism (and major behaviors!) that many in the school district had ever met. They simply had no idea what to do with her. I wasn’t much help, at that time. Autism was still relatively new for me, too. So, every year, the battles between me and the school started again. Once she had a better teacher, it was often the teacher, aide and I against the school. Honestly, I never realized what a bad position that put Stacey and Karen in – I can’t believe I never thought of that. But – it was so good to have others see how amazing Casey was. She just needed the right supports.

Rob was mellow. He followed along with his classmates and he loved his aide and his teacher. He had a big group of boys that played with him and helped him navigate the social parts of school. He still talks about those boys and I hope so much that they know how much they mean to us! Rob had his own difficulties, but since Casey had already opened many eyes, his needs were quickly met. (again – an amazing teacher and aides!) Autism was becoming more known by then, too.

Despite her sensory meltdowns, Casey participated in more school activities than Rob did. She loved being part of the musical programs that they school held. Because we knew the crowd noise would be too much for her, she practiced with her class and I was invited to attend the final rehearsal so I could watch her. She didn’t attend the actual evening performance. And that was okay – she didn’t care because she got to sing at school.

They both participated in their 6th grade graduation and awards day. She was excited and followed directions carefully. He was not happy – too many people were watching him. His aide walked with him to get his certificates and he ran back to his class. And that was okay, too. Had he decided not to walk up at all, that would have been okay. Don’t sweat the small stuff, you know.

Casey was even a part of her high school graduation. She wore a dress (oh my Gosh!) and her cap and gown. I sat in the audience feeling like I was going to get sick at any moment. I just knew she was going to throw her hat or flip her dress over her head – something. It was so hot in that gym and I’m telling you – the speeches were the longest of my life. I just wanted it to be done before she got upset. I knew it was silly to worry as her teachers were close by if she needed them. But still…. In the end, she was fine. She proudly stood in line and walked across the stage. However, the look on her face when she was handed her diploma was priceless. You could see her thinking “this is what the fuss is about? a piece of paper??” 🙂

We didn’t attempt graduation with Rob. His fear of crowds and inability to handle heat were going to be too much for him. And the fact that he didn’t want to do it. Simple as that. And that was okay. I didn’t really want to sit through that long ceremony, either. (On another note, Mandy didn’t attend her high school graduation, either. She attended our local career center and chose to go to their awards ceremony, instead.)

No matter where your child is today, please take a moment and acknowledge yourself and your hard work. Getting kids through school is never easy, but when it seems you are constantly fighting for therapies and adaptive services, it can seem like school will never, ever end. And when it does, a whole new scary world opens up. But, those are thoughts for another time.

Stop – right now – and think about something you had to fight for for your child. And remember that you got through it. As the saying goes, I’m scoring 100% for getting through tough times because I’m still here. There will always be something else your child needs, but the fights will not always be as difficult. Congratulate yourself for “graduating” with your child and enjoy every minute of celebration – whether you have a high school graduate or a child moving up a grade – celebrate! You did it! Your child can’t do it alone. You had a part in it – big or small, you helped them get to where they are! You deserve a high 5!

Congratulations for making it through another year of school… or for getting through this crazy stay at home stuff. You got this! Remember how lucky your child is to have you!

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Did I Cause Autism in my Children?

Did I Cause Autism in my Children?

Today, hearing a parent wonder if they caused their child’s autism would shock most people. Today, it is known that autism is a neurological disorder. Today, autism is well-known, even if it is still not always understood. But, when Casey was diagnosed, it was a different world. It wasn’t something very many people knew anything about, unless they had watched the movie “Rainman”. And, even then, many people wondered how many liberties had been taken to make a better movie.

I’ve mentioned before that the first book I was told to read when the doctor gave me her diagnosis scared the hell out of me. As I read it, I highlighted parts to come back to – I was ready for research to help my little girl. There was no internet. I had books at the library. A local bookstore was managed by a good friend of mine’s mom and she ordered the book for me. Since I was told it was the best available, I wanted my own copy. I still have that terrifying book on my shelf of the autism books that I have really enjoyed over the years. It is a reminder to never, ever believe what other’s say about your child.

But, I wanted to read more and looked for books at the library. Imagine my surprise and shocked when the next several I read said that autism was caused by “refrigerator” moms. Basically, autism was caused by moms who didn’t connect with their child and the child felt they weren’t loved, so they pulled back into themselves.

Okay. So – I knew it couldn’t be true. In my mind, I did. I knew that I spent every day with Casey. I didn’t have to work, so it was Casey, me and Molly, our black lab together every day. We went everywhere together. I talked to her all day. I read books to her when she was too small to even hold her head up. I played peek a boo and we cuddled often.

But…. what about when I put her in a playpen so I could take a shower? She was in the living room, not in the bathroom with me. Maybe she thought I just left her to do something more fun? Sometimes, I let her sleep in the playpen for her afternoon nap instead of putting her in her bed. What if she only went to sleep because she was bored and lonely? What if she felt abandoned when she stayed with my parents? What if, even as I talked to her, I wasn’t really connecting to her? What if I really did cause her to withdraw from me?

Today, this all sounds completely unreasonable. But, at the time, I was a young, first time mom. No one I knew had a child with autism. Doctors had little experience with it. My friends thought maybe she was sick when I told them. And the books – they said I caused it. I grew up loving books – I read about anything I could get my hands on. What I read in reference books was the truth. And, according to the books, I was the cause. I didn’t love my little girl enough for her to want to talk to me or anyone else.

These were secrets thoughts. I didn’t talk to anyone about it – what if they agreed with the books and autism was my fault? No, it was bad enough to know it myself. I didn’t want anyone else to think the same. It was too terrible to think about.

Finally, I found new books. New research showed that it wasn’t bad mothers, but differences in the brain that caused it. Even after I read that in the first book, I wasn’t sure. If all the books I read were wrong, how could I be sure this one was right? Then I read more and finally, let the guilt go. I didn’t force Casey to withdraw from me. She knew I loved her, even if she couldn’t say it back.

I let go of even more of these crazy thoughts when Mandy never showed signs of autism. If it was me, she would have had autism, too. By the time Rob was diagnosed, I had read so much and talked to so many people that I knew it wasn’t me. It’s funny – way back then, I did hear a mom mentioned that she thought autism might have been her fault and I didn’t know what to say to her. Today, no one even thinks such a crazy thing. And that’s amazing! Finally, people are looking for ways to help, not someone to blame.

I’m sure someone could still stumble onto those old books somewhere. Thankfully, with the availability of the internet and thousands of other books, no parents will wonder if they caused their child’s autism again. It’s a thing of the past. Autism is difficult to understand and I don’t think they will ever find out the true cause. Personally, I think there are many factors – why else would this be such a spectrum disorder? I see many older adults that probably have autism on some level. Had they been children, now, they would receive a diagnosis. But when they were children, only the children with severe autism were diagnosed.

And I know it doesn’t really matter what caused autism in Casey and Rob. They are who they are. They are amazing, strong, kind young adults and isn’t that what we all want our children to grow up to be?

Happy Mother’s Day to all!

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You are an Amazing Autism Parent

You are an Amazing Autism Parent

That probably sounds like an odd title to a post, but I wanted you to know it. I have no idea what your life is like, but I know enough to know you are tired, stressed, maybe lonely, certainly worried and an amazing autism parent.

Like most people, last week was our first week back into our usual routine and it seemed like it was a month long. Rob was happy to be back to normal, Casey not so much. I went to wake her up one morning, and she said “no, snow day!” 🙂 As much as I wanted to crawl back in bed, too, I laughed and told her to get up. Not long after she got up, a memory popped up on Facebook reminding me that one year ago, we were all home because of a huge snow storm. How I wish I had her memory! (on a side note, it was almost 70 here yesterday!)

The first week back with a full moon and crazy weather at the end. Imagine my excitement! Casey wouldn’t sleep Monday, Rob was up and down all night Tuesday, she didn’t want to sleep Wednesday and he had a terrible time going to sleep Thursday. Yayyy full moon! Thank God, they both crashed Friday and slept last night, too, cause I was tired. Like crying over little things exhausted. (yep – crying meltdown yesterday morning – sorry, Dad!) So – there – for those who message me and tell me I have an easy life with autism… some days, yes, I do. Others, nope, not so much.

So this brings me to my point. I see you. I know you have days when you are crying in the shower (if you have time for a shower!) so no one knows, especially your child. Because you never want your child to think they are the reason for your tears. Or so no one knows that the “strong” person broke. I see you. I get it. I’ve cried in the shower more times than I hope to ever remember.

I know you are so tired that simple things like what to make for supper are more than you think you can handle. There were weeks when Saturday supper was frozen pizza for Rob and me and ravioli for Casey because I knew they would both eat and I didn’t have to think about it. Healthy? Nope… but, sometimes, you gotta do what you gotta do. They were happy and so was I. 🙂

I know that beyond not getting much sleep, you are tired of fighting for services for your child. You are tired of phone calls from the school. You are tired of therapies, doctors, insurance. You are tired of trying to figure out how to pay bills. You are tired of making the same food, washing the same clothes and watching the same TV shows or movies. You are just tired of it all.

But, here’s what else I know. You are doing an awesome job! You may not think it. You may not believe me. That’s okay. I know you are. I know that your child’s eyes light up when they see you. I know you wonder if your child loves you or even cares if you are around. Yes – they do. I promise you that. Your child may never say a word, but they love you. They need you – the imperfect, exhausted you. Just like you need them.

I know that you put yourself last. That all of your energy goes into taking care of your family and home before you think about yourself. I also know that you can’t do that very long. You have to think about yourself or you won’t be able to take care of them. Trust me – I know it’s hard to think of yourself, of spending time doing something just for you. But, if you don’t, you won’t be able to take care of them. I learned that the hard way – I speak from experience. 🙂

I know that you question every decision you make for your child. I know you are lonely and feel forgotten by friends, at times. I know your family may not be as supportive as you want. I know you may have had to limit the time your child spends with some family and that you hurt over that.

But really – for all of you that needs to hear this. You are an amazing autism parent! Every day, you get up and you do the very best you can for your child. You love that child more than you ever thought it was possible to love anyone. You brag about their little steps forward. You try every thing you hear about that may help your child. You do research better than a detective. You ask questions and reach out to other parents who may be able to help you. You are stronger than you think!

Always remember – from one autism parent to another – you are doing a wonderful job! You may not always believe it, but I have faith in you. Be as proud of yourself as you are of your child. Brag about yourself, too. You got this!

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The Adult with Autism

The Adult with Autism

I’ve seen many posts about the need for finding services for people with autism when they turn 18 and legally become adults. According to the law, they can then make their own decisions about everything. As parents of people with autism, we know better.

I often wonder if Casey and Rob are curious about why Mandy gets to drive and have her own house and they haven’t been able to do that. Or do they just assume that’s something other people do – and not something, that legally, they are allowed to do? Do they wonder why their friend Brandon is able to drive and they aren’t? Maybe they think Brandon’s mom is just cooler than me. Or do they know they aren’t able to do it safely?

But, really – how many of us stop and think about whether something we do is safe? And with them having no sense of danger, would that even be a thought to them? Do they want to drive? I’ll be honest – I’ve never asked. Maybe I’m afraid of the answer. Or maybe I’m afraid one of them will just decide to do it one day, since I asked if they wanted to. It’s just another thing I will probably never know.

I am their legal guardian. Neither of them are able to make financial (Rob still believes three quarters is the only money you need – and he rarely spends them. Casey says all money is “dollars” with little awareness of the difference in a $1 bill and a $20. She knows the numbers, but it doesn’t mean anything to her) or medical decisions. Rob is finally able to tell me when he needs to see Dr. Myers, but he wouldn’t understand if a serious medical issue happened. Casey hasn’t told me she needed to see the doctor, yet, but I’m sure she will sometime.

As for living somewhere other than with me, I did ask Casey once several years ago. I didn’t want her to move out, but I was curious about what she wanted. She told me she wanted to live somewhere else. I was shocked and ready to cry that she wanted to leave me – until she told me she was going to move to Grandma and Grandpa’s house with her Elmo and her cd player. Rob will never want to live anywhere else. His room is his safe place.

I do feel guilty sometimes, though. I try to let them make as many decisions as possible. What they want to eat – what they want to wear – where they want to go. But some decisions that most adults make, I still do for them. I tell them when it’s bath time. I take their iPads and tell them when it’s time to go to bed. I tell them when they have had enough to eat.

And the guilt comes. They are adults, after all. In my head, I know they need me to make those choices for them, but in my heart, I worry that I’m taking away the little bit of freedom they have. Eventually, I know they would both take baths and showers, as that is routine (I doubt either consider the reason to take baths beyond routine – hygiene wouldn’t be considered! 🙂 ). And I know she would eat until she got sick and that’s not healthy for her. He won’t eat as much as she does, but he will eat more than he should. I need to monitor their food to help them stay healthy.

I know – some adults don’t care about health and maybe they don’t. But, since they don’t understand how their future could be affected by what they do now, I have to do it. And honestly, some days I really don’t like it. I feel like the meanest mom in the world when I say no more cookies or juice. I feel guilty when I tell them to go to bed – yes, they need it, but I also need some time alone. Am I doing it for them or me? (Some nights, I’ll admit – it’s for me, not them! 🙂 )

I wonder what they think about always being with me or family. Or needing to stay with staff when they go places with their day hab. Do they want more freedom? Do they ever think about Mandy going places alone? Do they feel suffocated by always being with someone? Do they even understand the freedoms that other adults have? In some ways, I am a lucky parent.

Some of my friends with adult children with autism are struggling even more. Their children are more aware of their differences and they want to do the things their siblings and friends are doing. They want jobs, friends – to go places without mom and dad. It’s a whole new level of guilt for the parents. And I do thank God I don’t have to try and explain to Casey and Rob why they can’t do things like their friends. I am lucky.

We have the services they need and I didn’t have to fight with Social Security for years to get their benefits started. I feel for the parents who are fighting for services and feeling the guilt that I feel at times. I pray for the parents who have children who struggle more than mine do. Life isn’t easy at times, no matter where on the spectrum your child falls.

Adding to all of this is the realization that you are aging as your child does. What will happen when you are no longer able to care for them? I’ve decided that I’m going to live until I’m 125 so I never have to worry about them thinking I just got tired of them and left. That thought tears me up inside. I know they will have Mandy and Cory to look after them, but it’s still such a worry. I can’t stand the thought of them being alone or thinking I left. (is it sad that I worry less about the financial part?)

It’s funny. As I sit here writing with tears in my eyes from worry, Casey is laying on the couch giggling and whispering “Adam. Adam.” because today is Adam’s birthday party and she cannot wait to go! It’s so exciting – a birthday party at Pizza Hut! Her biggest concern today is whether there will be cake there. And I know I need to take a lesson from her. I need to stop overthinking things and just enjoy the magic that will always be in our home because they have autism.

We will have tough days, but … the magic! The excitement of going hiking with Tracie! The joy of Santa Claus! The happiness that Elmo can bring. The thrill of buying a huge box of crayons! Dollar store shopping trips and fries from McDonald’s. No worries about bills or perfect clothes. No drama. Just the simple magic that life brings them. Maybe learning from them should have been my New Year’s resolution.

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Autism and the Dumbest Things I’ve Ever Heard

Autism and the Dumbest Things I've Ever Heard

🙂 🙂 I bet that title caught your attention, didn’t it? Maybe it even made you think of some of the dumb things you have heard or been told by very “knowledgeable” people – you know – the person whose neighbor’s sister’s best friend knows someone who has a child with autism.

I shouldn’t be proud of the accomplishments that my kids make. Yep – I’ve actually heard that. I’ve even been told that wearing my “Proud Autism Mom” shirt is just my way of begging for pity. (No, I didn’t go to jail that day – I merely told her where she could put her opinion 🙂 ) Apparently, when Rob wears a new shirt or Casey doesn’t get upset at a schedule change, I shouldn’t be happy and proud because those are things I should expect from them. Well, DUH. How about all of the hard work that went into helping them cope with sensory issues?

People are always excited when their child says their first word. It doesn’t make any difference if that first word came at a year old or five years old. Brag about it! Be proud and ignore the small minded people who have no idea how hard you and your child have worked to reach that goal!

They will eat when they get hungry. HA HA HA HA HA…. I don’t even want to know how many times I’ve heard that and I just laugh. Yes, I’m sure Rob will eat, but I refuse to be the one who forces food on him just so he can gag and I can clean it up. He is more willing to try new foods now, but many times, he will gag on it. I don’t eat certain foods – why in the world would I make him eat something (and who in their right mind thinks you can force someone to eat???) that will make him sick. I am darn proud of his ability to try new foods now and I refuse to hide that pride in him. Making him sit at a table until he eats something he doesn’t like just means that he will still be sitting there a week later.

Rob wasn’t always as picky as he is now. When he was little, he ate lots of different things. I am not sure what changed but he began to refuse spaghetti and pizza, then other things. I wonder if maybe the tomato sauce upset his stomach once (and once is all it takes!) and he is worried about trying it again. I offer it to him every time we have spaghetti, but he just can’t do it. And it’s not a calm refusal – it’s almost a panicked one. He isn’t just saying no, he’s scared I will get it close to him. I doubt I will ever know why he was such a picky eater for so many years. He just knew some foods were “safe” to him and that’s why he stuck with.

If you had a better night routine, they would sleep all night. Yeah, and if I dig deep enough in my yard, I’ll strike oil. For years, Casey couldn’t go to sleep at night. Then she got her days and nights switched and I spent every day fighting to keep her awake so she would sleep at night (which rarely happened). She was wound for sound and I could barely keep my eyes open. It’s a miracle we all survived. Then, as she began to sleep, Rob stayed awake.

I think he had a nightmare and in his mind, if he slept in his room, it would happen again, so he slept on the floor in the girls’ room for years. It drove Mandy crazy at times, I know, but even when he started the night in his room, as soon as he could, he would sneak upstairs and crash beside Mandy’s bed. By that time, I was so tired, I didn’t care where he was as long as he was asleep.

He did finally decide to sleep in his room again, but he was up 7 – 8 times a night. Luckily, he never tried to leave the house. For the most part, he just laid on his bed and “sang” for hours. I am so thankful he sleeps now. We still have nights every once in a while that one or the other doesn’t sleep, but that’s okay. I can handle that.

This is also why we do NOT change our evening routine very much. I’ve also been told that if I would change it every night, they would learn to adjust and sleep no matter what. Yep – that may be true, but I am not willing to go back to being a sleepwalking zombie every day. Nope – ain’t gonna happen.

Those “sensory meltdowns” would disappear if you just discipline them. Yeah and if someone smacked me when I didn’t like a shirt, I would belt them back. Their sensory issues are real and they are painful. It took me a long time to understand this with Casey. Remember, when she was diagnosed, there was no information about sensory issues. It was all about communication and how she would never talk to me or love me. (proved them wrong, didn’t we?? 🙂 )

The guilt I feel for getting upset at her during her meltdowns when she was a child will never go away. I hate that I didn’t know – that I yelled at her and that I cried in front of her. I hate that I had to struggle with her because she would grab my hands and want me to beat her head with them. (She needed deep pressure and still does, at times, but she has learned to find it other ways.) I hate that I let other people get mad at her. It’s a wonder she doesn’t completely hate me now.

She was 8 or 9 (Rob would have been 4 – 5) before I heard much about sensory issues in people with autism. Once I read about it, I started watching her (and him – he wasn’t diagnosed, yet, but I had concerns) I had always known her hearing was super sensitive (we had AIT done with her when she was 5 and it helped tremendously!) but didn’t know that her other senses were just as messed up. But, that’s a subject for another week.

I should not buy them what they like for their birthdays. Yep – I’ve been told that. I should buy them phones, tablets, new clothes, tools, jewelry – things that adults like, not Sesame Street things or Legos. I am keeping them childlike instead of forcing them to grow up and out of the autism (HUHHH???) If I would treat them like adults, they would be more mature. Yeah…. sure….

I need to let go and let them be independent. Apparently, the reason neither of them has many fears of danger is because I haven’t let them be independent enough to get hurt. Now, that’s just a stupid idea. I should let them get hit by a car so they know cars are a danger? I should let them jump in deep water so they know they might drown? Enough said about that.

I could go on and on about the dumb things people have said to me. I’m sure sometimes, they were really trying to help. And I do appreciate new ideas from anyone – you never know when your next great idea will come from. However – I am not interested in being told how I’m doing it all wrong. Unless you are me or my kids, you have no clue what our lives are like. Even another autism family has no real clue, as every person with autism is so unique and different. I can try to imagine what Cherie or Lillie or Mary Jo or Sandy or Audrey or Staci or Katie live with, but I can’t really know – even though we are all good friends and have been for years.

By the way – I’d love to hear some of the dumb things you have heard. I’m always ready for a good laugh! 🙂 🙂

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Autism and Tips for Back to School

Autism and Tips for Back to School

This picture was the first day of school for Rob’s senior year. (I’ll admit – I got a little teary-eyed about no more first days of school!) But – I’m not gonna lie – I am so glad that my kids are done with school! I miss the teachers they had – and wish every child had amazing teachers like that, but I don’t miss the worry and the stress. I don’t miss buying hundreds of dollars of supplies and clothes. I don’t miss wondering if the other kids were mean to them. I think Rob, especially, likes his routine to stay the same. As much as he misses Mrs. Kaser (he still talks about ALL of the teachers and aides he had!), he likes knowing that his routine won’t change.

For those who are dreading back to school, I do have a few tips to help.

  1. Get to know your child’s teacher, aide and bus driver. Really – get to know all of the staff at your child’s school. Share your child’s favorite things and always, always be sure to tell the teachers what your child doesn’t like! It isn’t fair to them or your child for you to not share that. Let the teacher know you are always available to talk with him/her about issues that will come up. If you have concerns, share those, too. Only your child will suffer if you don’t keep the lines of communication open.
  2. If your child has a rough night, text the teacher and let her know that. She will know that that day may not be the best one to start new lessons – it might be best to just go with the flow that day and start fresh the next day.
  3. Always, always share anything that happens at home that may upset your child with the teacher! You may feel some things are private, but a death or divorce in the household will upset your child and the teacher needs to be aware of it.
  4. Share your best ideas with dealing with your child’s behaviors. If you know weighted vests help, tell the teacher. If your child needs ear protection for loud noises, tell the teacher. The more you share, the better your child’s school day will go! If your child insists on wearing the same shirts all the time, who cares? Share all of your child’s sensory needs with the staff at the school – and be sure the bus driver is aware of them, too! (I have no idea why bus drivers and cafeteria people are not always included in the loop – they are with your child every day, too!)
  5. If your child is little, you may want to talk to his/her class about autism before they go. You don’t need to share a lot of details, only that your child may not talk to them, but would love to have someone to play on the swings with or color a picture.
  6. If you have something to tell the teacher, send an email if it isn’t a pressing matter. Remember that every time you interrupt the teacher, that’s time you are taking away from your child and the other students. If your information can wait, send the email and be patient for a reply. While your focus is only on your child, the teacher is doing his/her best for many students and they want to do their best for each of them.
  7. If there is a problem, talk to the teacher. If you don’t get results, talk to the principal. It’s okay to be the parent the school is tired of dealing with. I’m quite sure my kids’ school district was as happy as I was when Rob graduated. I never meant to be a pain in the butt (well, okay… yeah… there were a few times, I meant to be – and I would do it all again! 🙂 ). Keep talking until you get help.
  8. If the problems are still not resolved, get your county or state board of developmental disabilities involved. And remember, nothing can be fixed as quickly as you want it to be. Be patient.
  9. Be nice until it’s time to not be nice. Nice will always get you farther – but some people need you to not be nice to get their undivided attention. I slapped my hand on the table in the middle of Casey’s IEP when she was little and demanded the district’s special education coordinator pay attention and quit playing with his pen and other folders. He never made the mistake of ignoring my kids again. 🙂 🙂 And we became friends!
  10. Try to relax. Your child will feel your anxiety and will react to it. (Yeah, learned this the hard way!) Assume the year will be awesome until you have to think it isn’t.

I hope each of your children has a wonderful first day back to school! Enjoy the peace and quiet. Rest if you can – do something you can’t do when they are there (sleep? read? shower?) and leave the laundry and housework. It will be there tomorrow.

Just like with doctors and therapists, remember that you are your child’s best advocate! You know your child better than anyone else! If you think something isn’t right – investigate. You can visit your child’s school anytime – drop in at an odd time and see what’s going on.

Good luck! And be sure to say “thank you” to your child’s teachers and other staff. Your appreciation will go a long way!

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Autism and the Need for Discipline

Autism and the Need for Discipline

It’s hard to imagine but I have talked to many families who have a child with autism who have told me they won’t discipline their child. They feel the child will not understand and will make the behaviors worse. I’ve also been told that having autism makes the child’s life hard enough, so why make them follow rules? Hmmm – what the heck are they thinking??

We all have to follow rules! I personally find speed limits rather confining and wish I didn’t have to follow them. I’m sure each of you has a rule or two that you would rather not follow. But – that is life! Everyone has rules to follow and allowing your child with autism to get away with anything they want is only setting them up for failure. They need to know boundaries and you need to enforce them.

Yes, it is much harder to discipline a child with autism, but you can do it! As a parent, that’s one of your jobs. If you wouldn’t let your “typical” child do something, then the ones with special needs don’t get to do it either. It’s really that simple. The question is – how to discipline?

First, you need to understand that every behavior is communication. Every single one. We all do it! We smile. We say thank you and please. We avoid people or things we don’t like. We look for what we enjoy. Just like our kids do. For every behavior, look for the trigger. Yes, this is hard and may take weeks. Keep a journal of what happened right before the behavior.

What did your child eat? Are they sleepy? Are they wearing new clothes? Did your routine change unexpectedly? Is there someone new around your child? What time of day did it happen? It is tedious work, but keeping a journal is the easiest way I know to discover a pattern of the behavior and might give you a clue about what is happening. Write down every detail you can think of. You might be surprised at what you find out.

Casey had a terrible time in Kindergarten between 9:30 and 10 every morning. She refused to eat breakfast and never said she was hungry, but as soon as I started sending a small snack for her to have about that time, her behaviors diminished. Had I not insisted on knowing what time she got upset every day, I never would have discovered the simple truth that she was hungry. You will need the help of everyone who is around your child. Don’t be afraid to insist on details!

Second, you need to learn what behaviors are caused by the autism and which ones are simply the child being a turkey. (And for any one who thinks a person with autism can’t be a turkey, come spend time at our house – you will soon change your mind.) Casey is especially good at doing things she knows she isn’t supposed to and smiling a sweet, angelic smile when she gets caught. Nope – doesn’t work on this mama. I tell her she’s cute, but she’s still in trouble. 🙂

You need to discover whether your child is having a meltdown or a tantrum. A tantrum is where they are screaming to get what they want and they will calm down as soon as you give it to them. A meltdown is often a sensory issue and they simply cannot calm down. Many times, they may not even realize you are with them. You cannot talk them down and you can’t touch them. You can only wait for it to be over.

When Casey is in meltdown mode, she has no clue I am with her. She is out of control screaming, hitting her head, flopping around and she isn’t saying any words – just screams. It took me years to realize the best thing I could do for her at those times was to be sure she was safe and stay out of her way. And to be ready with a head rub and a kiss (and a hug, if she wanted, but those were few and far between). When she was younger, I did make her go to her room when she was upset, as she was able to destroy things without realizing it. The back door window, the garage window, the bedroom window, the door, the banister for the basement steps…. and she never left a bruise or a cut on her. It was safer for everyone if she was in her room. I stayed in there with her and let her scream.

The end of those meltdowns is one of the things I’m most grateful for. Once in a while, she lets out a scream to wake the dead, but I can usually (fingers crossed!) talk her down before she loses control completely. It is not a pretty picture.

Now, I can see that her meltdowns were almost always (She could be a turkey! 🙂 ) related to her autism. Changes in her routine were terrifying to her and she screamed about it. Certain sounds were extremely painful to her, but while I knew they bothered her, I didn’t realize how badly. Any kind of change was likely to bring on the screams. (remember the story of the band aid on her toe? or the gloves in the summer?) She just didn’t have the words to tell me – she screamed her pain instead.

She used to chew the feet on Mandy’s Barbies and make Mandy so mad because the shoes wouldn’t fit anymore. I made pictures for her over and over that chewing feet was NOT okay, but she needed the deep pressure. It was so hard to help Mandy understand that Casey (and Rob, at times) weren’t being brats – they needed the pressure that chewing brought. I hated that I couldn’t make any of them understand.

As for how I disciplined them, it was different for each of them. For Rob and Mandy, just knowing I was mad was enough to curb the behavior (though Mandy does like to tell the story of me smacking a wooden spoon on the counter to get their attention, how it broke and they all scattered to their rooms! 🙂 ). I had to be more creative with Casey. Sometimes, it was threatening to take away a trip she wanted to go on. Sometimes, it was to send her to her room. Sometimes, it was to sit on the couch with me.

How you choose to discipline your child is up to you. Only you know what will work for your family. And yes, it will get ugly, but you are not doing your child any favors by not teaching them proper behavior. It may take years, but that’s okay – your child will learn! You may choose to take away a favored item or use a time out chair. Remember – discipline is only to be used for bratty behavior! It is never to be used for behaviors caused by their autism. For those, you will have to help them work through those issues. Again, it is hard and it is exhausting and you will feel like crying and quitting, but you can’t!

Honestly, it may be someone besides you that realizes what is causing a meltdown. Sometimes, we are just too close to the situation to see all of the possibilities. Don’t be afraid to ask someone to tell you what they notice! It does take a village to raise a child! I’ve had other people tell me what’s wrong often and I’m not upset that they noticed it before me – I’m just grateful that I know what is causing the problem so I can work on fixing it!

I know discipline is just another “thing” you have to deal with, but it’s so important. Your child needs to know their boundaries (streets and water come to mind!) so they are safe. Of course, most of our children have no sense of danger, but they can be taught (and always, always watched, as the temptation of water is always a strong one, it seems!).

How do you discipline your child? What techniques work for you?

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Autism and an Amazing Memory

Autism and the Amazing Memory

Every once in a while, someone will ask me what special talents Casey or Rob has (like Rainman and counting toothpicks). I always answer that everyone has special talents and that autism has little to do with that. Both kids love music, both love art and painting. They both remember everything, but Rob doesn’t usually mention it. A few days ago, I got another scary look into Casey’s memory.

I was reading when I heard her say “Tennessee.” I asked who was going to Tennessee and she giggled. I went back to my book and she said, “July 23, 24, 25, 26, 2004.” And “Alabama Grill” (She loved eating there when there was one in Pigeon Forge). So I asked her what day we ate at the grill that trip – and she told me July 24th. And then told me what she had to eat.

I asked what dates we went to Tennessee and North Carolina. She thought a moment and said “July 23, 24, 25 26, 27, 28, 29, 2001.” And then she said we went to Tennessee with Grandma Rose, Grandpa Mack, Uncle Jeff and Joann on June 8, 9, 10, 1989 and that she threw up and Grandma was mad. (Casey would have been about 14 months old at this time.) And she was right – there was a mix up in our reservation and my mom was furious. And Casey threw up our second day there.

I knew she could have gotten the month and year of trips from the back of photos, but not the dates, nor that she threw up or Grandma was mad. So I asked when she had her wisdom teeth pulled (no pictures of that!) and she thought a moment. “September 19, 2012.” Dog bite? “October 10, 1997.” Chicken Pox? “March 15, 1997.” I asked when she fell out of her crib (She was a climber!) “May 20, 1990.” When did she cut her leg badly? “September 25, 2009.”

What happened on March 24, 1988? “Cried, rode in truck home.” (That would have been the day she came home from the hospital – 2 days old!) She told me the dates Mandy and Rob came home from the hospital after they were born and the day we moved into our house. I was writing everything down as quickly as I could think of what to ask! I asked what she got for her first birthday and she rattled off pink bear, book, blocks and other items. (Some are in pictures, some aren’t)

Then she was done. No more asking. I couldn’t do anything but sit and look at the long list and think that I couldn’t remember what I had for supper last week, let alone what I ate in a restaurant 15 years ago! I wanted to know everything – but at the same time, I didn’t. Does she remember the times I was mad? Or crying? Does she remember the mistakes I made? Does she wish she could forget bad things that happened? Does she remember the mean things that have been said to her or the teacher that didn’t treat her right?

One of our Facebook followers reminded me that while she may remember the bad things, she will remember the good and how much I always loved her. I really appreciated her saying that. I know it’s true, but sometimes, I get so wrapped up in the negative, I need a friend to remind me to look at the happy stuff, too. 🙂

This is just more proof that you never know what talent may be inside your child, just waiting to be discovered. I have seen Casey’s memory in action many times, but when it’s a long list like this one (I didn’t write all of the dates, here) it’s like a wake up call to just how huge her memory is! Another friend posted that her son could recite movie lines. Casey loves dates (birthdays, anyone? 🙂 ) Rob knows car parts, but I only know this because I see what he searches for on his iPad. 🙂 Although they both know our home phone number, knowing anyone else’s is not interesting to them.

Your child’s memory is probably huge, too – especially about whatever he/she loves to do. Maybe they know every train schedule or the lines to their favorite movies. Maybe they have a “map” in their head and can always find the car when you are out. (Rob can do this – he knows where the car is and which door of the store we came in.) Maybe math facts stick in their head or they can point out every constellation. Whatever their interest is, use it to help with the skills that are lacking. If you think outside the box far enough, every obsession can be a learning tool.

Oh – by the way…. After I text Mandy about this, she laughed and told me to ask Casey what day the calendar will end. (meaning – the end of the world.) So I looked at Casey and asked when the calendar will end…. She looked at me like I was an idiot (not the first time for that look!) and said…

December 31. 🙂 🙂 🙂

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Autism and the Need for Routine

Autism and the Need for Routines

A few days ago, I dropped something on my toe and cut it.  I didn’t think much about it until Casey saw the band aid and said “Band aid toe!” and oh – the memories that brought back!  It was one of those times that had I known what autism was, I would have definitely seen it in Casey at that point.

She had just turned three.  At that age, she had quirky habits that made us all wonder what was going through her head.  She had a few words, but didn’t feel the need to say much.  She panicked when I left her – even if she could see me walking to the mailbox and back.  She cried when left with anyone.  But, she also had a brand new baby sister that she loved to sit and watch.

She would lay beside Mandy and hand her toys and when Mandy wouldn’t take them (she was only a few weeks old) Casey would “talk” to her and make the toys work.  She loved to give Mandy her binky and she ran to check on her if she cried.  She tucked her blanket around her and shared her stuffed animals.

For her birthday, she got a new red tricycle.  She loved to stand on the back of it and push with one foot as much as she loved riding it.  One day, she cut her toe as she was doing this.  She didn’t worry about the blood.  I cleaned the toe, added and band aid and a kiss and off she went.  But…. that was the start of a few very, very long months.

Because the cut needed to be covered, I put a new band aid on it after her bath for a day or two.  The next time she took a bath, it didn’t need one.  And she lost control.  She screamed “Band aid toe” over and over until I covered it again.  As soon as she had the band aid, the screaming stopped and she ran to check on Mandy and watch TV before bed.

I thought maybe it was still sore – and really, what was a band aid?  I had no way of knowing how badly she hurt.  Until the next night and the next and the next….  if the band aid wasn’t waiting when she got out of the bath, the screams started.  I tried reasoning with her (Hey – I was young and dumb – what can I say??) I tried bribing her.  I tried to keep my cool.  We went through a box of band aids and I bought another box.  For weeks, she screamed without the band aid.

I’m sure many may think – “Let her scream – she’ll stop.”  Yep – I knew that.  But – we had just moved into our house and I was still trying to get organized, I had a new baby and Casey.  By the time bedtime came, she could have the whole damn box of band aids if it meant she would settle down.  After a few months, someone else took the decision away from me and told her no.  She screamed for hours.  Mandy cried.  I cried.  None of us slept much that night.

The next night, she never mentioned a band aid.  I knew it had to be done that way, but I was just too tired to do it.

She continued with her quirks and her singing.  She could sing the ABC’s and count to 30 at 15 months – but couldn’t say Mommy.  She started speech therapy.  We started our journey of looking for help.  The following spring, she refused to stop wearing her gloves.  She was fine wearing shorts and not pants.  She didn’t care about wearing a coat.  But she refused to go anywhere without gloves.  She wore them to preschool.  She wore them to the store.  She wore them to grandma and grandpa’s house,even as the temperatures rose into the 80s.

Then one day, we were going to see my parents and a glove was missing.  She went ballistic.  I looked everywhere for it, just to get the screams to stop.  Finally, I said we were leaving without it.  And hell came to our house.  She refused to walk to the car.  And my stubborn streak came out.  I put Mandy in the car and picked Casey up, kicking and screaming.   I am lucky no one called the police on me – she sounded like someone was beating her.

I tried to get her in her car seat.  She gave me a good head butt and I lost my temper.  I calmly held her back to snap the buckles and told her she would  never, ever wear gloves again.  Not something I am proud of – please don’t do this to your little one.  Now, I understand her need for routine.  I understand autism more.  At the time, I had just had it.  I was done.  She screamed all the way to my parents.  She screamed there and tried to run back to the car.

Then she stopped.  And I cried because only a terrible mom would tell their child she would  never get to do something she obviously needed to do.  Today, I would see autism.  28 years ago, I saw a stubborn child with quirks that needed to change.

But – those two incidents helped find a diagnosis for her later that summer.  Both were important details to help her neurologist help us.  I hope more parents are aware of the signs of autism in young children and look for help instead of waiting.  Early intervention is so important!  Don’t be embarrassed – and don’t let anyone tell you to ignore your gut feelings.  If you sense something isn’t right, find help.  If the first person won’t help, find another.

You will have to be as strong-willed as our kids with autism.  You will have to stand up for your kids.  Don’t be intimidated by people with lots of letters after their name.  They may have years of schooling – but you are the expert on your child.  Make them listen or go somewhere else.

And try to be patient at your child’s routines.  They can drive me batty at times, but I try to remember to leave us enough time to hop through doors, pat the socks, fairy dance through the kitchen and latch all the doors.  Some routines may last for years (folding socks, anyone?) but others may disappear as quickly as they started.

We all love our routines – they just take that love to a new level!  🙂

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Autism and Prom – Deep Thoughts and Fun

Autism and Prom - Deep Thoughts and Fun

Casey looks forward to Prom night for weeks. This year, she went dress shopping with Mandy, Grandma Rose and me. She said she wanted a purple dress for weeks and I hoped we could find one that she liked. After several stores, she grabbed a navy blue dress with a yellow jacket. I reminded her about wanting a purple one – I just had a feeling she would get home and ask for a purple dress. (You all know how her autism causes her to stick with original plans! 🙂 ) She insisted and we found yellow shoes to go with it. She was thrilled all the way home.

Rob said “yes, please, no fanks” to a new shirt. I would love to see him really dress up, but that’s not something he could handle right now. So, I let him wear black windpants and a new shirt – with sleeves. He is willing to put the shirt on (I buy a t-shirt type shirt – nothing too uncomfortable) for pictures, but once he decides he has posed for enough (and that’s always before Casey has decided enough have been taken! 🙂 ) he wants his old shirt on. This year, I had Mandy put it in her car – just in case.

Mandy helped Casey with hair and make-up. Casey is so serious for this – everything has to be done that was done the year before. Rob wants to be left alone until he has to put his shirt on. We took so many pictures and he is smiling in many of them. Mandy made him laugh – he can never get enough of her. 🙂

We danced for a long while. Rob joined us a few times, but the twirling lights are just too tempting. He loves to lay on his back on the bleachers and just watch the lights. Casey has finally stopped her running/leaping and if she isn’t dancing with Mandy or me, she just stands and watches the other dancers. Mandy needed to leave after an hour or so and I sat down to watch, too.

It had been a long day and I was tired. I was happy to be there – happy that the kids were having fun – happy to be dressed up with all of the kids. But – I was sad, too. It’s hard to watch a big group of people having fun and dancing with their friends when mine choose to stay on the edges. I know Rob doesn’t want to be in the group – but maybe he does want to fist bump a friend like he saw others doing. Maybe he sits on the bleachers because dancing with his mom or sisters is not “cool.” Maybe he would like to line dance with the guys he knows that were there. Maybe… maybe… maybe….

Casey stays near the edge of the dancers and never takes her eyes off of them. I wonder what she is thinking. Is she wishing she was dancing with a guy? (Tho, based on what happened the last time a guy tried to get her to dance, I’m going to say that’s probably a no! 🙂 ) Is she wondering how to join the group? Is she trying to learn the dances? Does she feel left out? I don’t know how to help her. No one else there has their mom dancing with them.

Those that need help have staff with them. (I saw so many amazing staff people that night – thank you for everything you do!! It’s obvious that they love what they do!) They don’t have mom – and I’m sure being with a pretty staff person is much cooler than being with mom! But maybe Casey and Rob don’t even think about things like that. And I feel even more tired. I’m ready to go home and be done with the thoughts.

Then Rob jumps up and comes to me. He leans close and grabs my phone, finds the camera and makes faces for selfies with mom. Though he isn’t laughing in the pictures, he giggles every time he sees the goofy faces he makes. And I know that if he was feeling like being with mom isn’t cool, he wouldn’t be hugging me to do more pictures. 🙂

I wish autism wasn’t so confusing. I wish I knew what they were thinking and feeling. I wish I didn’t have deep thoughts during a fun time. I wish I wasn’t so tired at times. I wish …. I wish… I wish.

We all have those wishes, don’t we? Maybe it’s wishing for a friend for your child. Or for your child to try a new food. Or for an awesome teacher for your child. Or for a job your child enjoys. Or for the money to try a new therapy. And the list goes on and on.

I suppose it’s good that we have those wishes. As long as we can dream for our kids, we will keep reaching for the stars with them, for them. We will find the strength to fight for what they need – just so they might reach those dreams. Once we stop wishing, even for our own lives, we stop growing. We stay in the same spot. No one can be happy without those wishes and dreams.

So please, keep those dreams for your child. You have no idea what the future may hold!

And – Casey and Rob both said the prom was fun. 🙂