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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. 🙂

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Autism and the Routines we Live With

Autism and the Routines we Live With

I’ve been trying to decide all day what I want to write about autism this week. Usually, an idea pops in my head and I run with it, but this week, I have so much going around my brain that nothing is sticking. Until Rob came in to turn on the other lamp in the living room – now I know! 🙂

I’ve told you before about some of the routines we live with. Many are obsessive/compulsive – others are just the way Casey or Rob think life should be.

Rob seems to have more of these quirky “needs” than Casey, but last night, one of her quirks almost caused a major meltdown. She got out of the bath and was thrilled to have a cupcake and ice cream for a snack. (Thanks, Kenzie!) She was giggling – and then she wasn’t. She slapped her iPad and kicked her feet. I knew she was getting mad, so I calmly asked what she needed. She couldn’t or wouldn’t tell me. I was tired and not in the mood to deal with a screaming meltdown.

I kept asking and talking to her about what she would be doing this week. Finally, I said I had something to write on her calendar and she took off to get it. When she brought it to me, she pointed to today. Nothing was written on it – and I knew instantly what the problem was. She was going to Anna’s dance recital with my mom and I hadn’t written it on her calendar! I have no idea how this happened as she religiously brings that calendar to me. As soon as I wrote dance recital on it, she was happy and giggling again.

That just shows how quickly moods can change around here. It’s exhausting some days to try and think of everything they need to have done so they can feel safe and happy. Her meltdowns are few and far between now, but when they occur, it’s ugly. Thankfully, she usually gives me a warning that she’s getting upset before she is out of control – but not always.

Rob firmly believes that if the front door is open (which can only happen after a certain point in his mind) for fresh air, the ceiling fans in the living room, dining room and kitchen have to be on. And if one lamp is on in the living room, they both have to be. If the ceiling fan is on at Grandma and Grandpa’s house in the living room, the one in the dining room must be, too. I can try to get him to turn one off, but it causes him so much anxiety, it’s just not worth it.

He has to wear certain pants and shirts together. She mismatches whatever she wants to wear that day. (some days, I make her change. Other times, I figure she needs to be able to make some decisions on her own.) Pills and snacks need to be waiting when they get home from Hopewell and when they get out of the shower. It’s funny, but sitting here writing, it’s hard to remember what exactly some of our routines are. I do them automatically and without thinking about them.

Tonight is another example of their need for routine. Since Casey took a bath before she went to the dance recital, I told her she could just put PJs on instead of taking a bath. Nope – she has to have a bath. I said okay, but we don’t need to wash your hair so don’t get it wet. Yeah – that didn’t go over. And Rob kept asking about her taking a bath, because he only takes a shower after her. Honestly, if I tell him he needs to go first, he will, but he rushes through it so he can see if she is going to take her bath.

Every family who lives with autism knows about the need for routines. People look at me like I’m crazy at times because I hate to get the kids home much after 8. They are adults – I get that, but if we get home too late, they won’t relax and go to sleep. And my late evening turns into none of us sleeping until 1 or 2 in the morning. Sorry, folks, an extra 30 minutes or hour with friends is not worth that to me. I’m not spoiling the kids – nor am I letting them “rule” me. I am simply doing what is best for us. You don’t have to like it, but kindly keep your negative comments to yourself.

Our routines are such a big part of us. Like I said, every family with autism knows exactly what I mean and many others try to understand. It’s so hard to explain to people who don’t live with autism just what our lives are like. I can’t honestly say I know what my autism mom friends lives are like. I can picture some of it, but their children are so different than Casey and Rob, I can’t know exactly. I can, however, sympathize and laugh with them. (Yes, we laugh at our lives and our kids – we are not being insensitive to their needs – we are letting off steam with people who know how crazy nuts our lives can be!)

Without our routines, Casey and Rob (and I!) would be extremely anxious and upset. We do things that appear odd to others because we need to. Autism is funny that way. 🙂 Once we find a routine that works, it’s nearly impossible for me to bring myself to change it. I wait until one of the kids decides it needs changed and then we find a new one.

Autism is definitely never boring! 🙂

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Autism and the “Wow” Day

Autism and the Wow Day

I’m sure all of you know that when you plan a day of activities, it rarely goes as planned. Especially with autism in the mix – sensory issues, anxiety and so many other things can cause a day to be “off.” Yesterday, we planned a day of shopping and with the weather changes coming our way, I knew Rob may have some issues with anxiety. (Not to mention that shopping really isn’t his favorite thing to do! 🙂 )

Casey had birthday money she wanted to spend and we hadn’t had a chance to get to the mall until yesterday. I had to make a few stops before we left town and they were both okay with that. Then I realized that when Casey asked about shopping, she meant a girls’ day – not really one that included the guys. Ooopss…. but she was okay with them going with us yesterday when I promised that Mandy and I would take her prom dress shopping without Rob soon. And she was so excited to be going to the mall!

We stopped at Hobby Lobby first and she immediately dropped to the floor in the Easter section to find just the right Easter coloring book. Rob waited patiently to go look at signs while she looked at every book. Then she giggled and grabbed a set of bunny ears on a head band. She really laughed when I told her it was her money – she could buy what she wanted so she grabbed a bag of Easter egg foamy stickers, too.

We stopped by the sign section on our way to the other coloring books and Rob picked out another sign for his room and another light switch plate. (He has 3 or 4 now, but won’t let me put those on the wall – they are to hold while he looks at his iPad and must be in a certain place on his dresser the rest of the time.) Rob happily looked at colored pencils and boxes of crayons while Casey was thrilled to discover a bigger selection of coloring books that usual.

She has to look through every single one. I’m still not sure what she is looking for – I thought it was color by number pages, but she put back books with those and kept looking. After several minutes, I told her she needed to find a book – we had more shopping to do and you just never know how long Rob will stand before he gets in to his anxiety song. She finally picked a color with water Sesame Street book.

While we were standing in the check out line, I asked Rob to push the cart back to the front of the store. This is a huge thing for him, as most of the time, he’ll do it, but he doesn’t really notice people around him and I’m worried he will run into someone. But not today – he watched the lady beside us and carefully pushed it back to the other carts and came back to me. A big step for us!

Casey picked what stores she wanted to go to in the mall while Rob just waited patiently for a snack. He sat and waited while she picked out a shirt for her talent show in a few weeks and carried the bags with their other purchases. They both walked by the play area without a second glance (a HUGE step for us!) and we had a snack – without rushing! Rob finished and just watched the people around us – he didn’t start singing or trying to leave. He just sat. I was SO proud of him!

As we walked down the mall, we found the Easter Bunny! Casey couldn’t stand still from excitement! She smiled and waved at the bunny while Rob just looked at him. The photographer asked if they wanted to come in and say hi to the bunny and Casey darted right in (I was a little afraid she would flop on his lap, but she just shook his hand and giggled!) but Rob held back. I told him he could go say hi if he wanted to. He walked over, shook the bunny’s hand and looked at me with a smirk on his face.

While Casey looked at socks (imagine that! 🙂 ) Rob said “mouth” and I turned to see what he was looking at. He was talking about the Easter Bunny – his mouth didn’t move when he talked. Rob knew it was a person in a costume and not a “real” bunny. But he also realized that Casey believed it was the “real” Easter Bunny and he wouldn’t do anything to ruin that for her! Again, I was so proud of him – that is a lot of thoughts to process! She told everything she saw the Easter Bunny, but he never mentioned it again.

When we were done shopping, she wanted to hold onto me. Rob was walking in front of us (I think he was done and making sure we were heading for the car! 🙂 ) and I told her she could walk with him. She stepped up to him and they grabbed hands. I love how they look out for each other when we go places! They held onto each other until we got to the car. (He always knows what door we came in and where the car is – very handy! 🙂 ) And it dispels the myth that people with autism don’t feel empathy – he knows she feels safer when she is holding someone and he never pulls away from her.

It was getting cloudy as we drove home (we live about 30 minutes from the mall) and I was waiting for Rob to start singing his storm song, but he never did. He held onto his bag with his sign in it and looked out the window all the way home. We even went for a long walk when we got home and he never sang his song!

Autism is just a part of us and if it had popped up during our day, we would have handled it like we usually do, but it was amazing to have a day of fun without really thinking about it. Sometimes, we just need a break from the stress of worrying about going new places or worrying about what might trigger sensory issues or anxiety. Yesterday was definitely a welcome break!

I hope each of you has a “welcome” break soon! Enjoy every minute of it!

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Autism Awareness Month – Do What’s Best for Your Family

Autism Awareness Month

I’m sure most of you know that April is Autism Awareness Month and that April 2nd is World Autism Day. Most posts ask you to wear blue to show your support and puzzle piece items are abundant this time of year. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about April the last few days, thanks to a follower on our Facebook page. He had several really good points. I’ve also read other posts from families who dislike the puzzle piece and wearing blue. Other families “Color their world.” Still others do nothing. My point is – do what is best for your family.

I understand people don’t like the puzzle piece as they feel it is saying their child is “missing” something. A well-known autism organization likes to say “Till all the pieces fit” as if lives were a puzzle that may not be completed, until autism is cured. I’ve written before I am not a parent who wants to see my children “cured.” There is nothing wrong with them – autism is part of them, like my temper is part of me. To say they need cured is like saying they have a terrible disease and not just a different way of thinking and feeling.

I like reading what other people think as it gives me a different perspective. I also know that many unscrupulous people use “Awareness Months” to scam people from money. Please, please – if you feel the need to donate, give directly to the organization – do not donate over the phone when someone calls you. Or give your donation to a local organization that helps families with autism.

I never felt the puzzle piece was a negative symbol for autism. (Please – this is only my opinion and I’m not trying to convince anyone to think like me!) I like the bright colors. I wear puzzle piece charms. I also wear puppy paws. My charms are only for things I love – not a political statement. But I have another reason to wear the puzzle piece….

Casey likes it. Simple as that. She doesn’t think there is anything wrong with her – she just likes the puzzle pieces. She doesn’t understand why people argue about it. She likes that “she” has a ribbon and that she can give them to her friends in April. To her, April is a celebration and you know how she loves celebrations! She won’t tell you she has autism. She won’t tell you much about herself. Casey and Rob both know they are different than others – they just don’t care.

They are happy. They have a huge family that loves them. They have Mandy and Cory. They have Elmo and magazines. They have crayons and color by numbers. They get to go hiking with Tracie and to sleep at Grandma and Grandpa’s. April isn’t a month to point out their differences to them. If anything, it is a month to celebrate those differences.

Casey is very proud of her puzzle piece flag on the front porch and they both like putting blue flags in the yard. We don’t do it for acknowledgment – we do it because they like it! We will wear blue on April 2nd because Casey loves it when we do. We are not doing it as if to say “hey look at us – this month is about us.” We do it because it makes our family happy. In our house, every month is Autism Awareness.

We spread awareness all the time. Every time we go to a store or visit a new place, we are spreading awareness of autism. We don’t need a special month to spread awareness, as my Facebook friend pointed out – most people have some awareness of autism now. We need to spread the joy we feel as parents of these amazing people! We need to show our pride. We need to support each other, as we all know we have bad days. Judging other families for how they live with autism is hurting everyone who lives and loves autism. Be kind. It’s really that simple.

So for this “Awareness Month” I’ll be sharing bits and pieces of our journey on our Facebook page and we will be proudly wearing blue and displaying our flags. Because every time someone laughs at something one of the kids did or thinks outside the box because we did, more lives will be affected. Maybe a teacher will try to be more like the ones my kids had or a parent will feel less alone. (Autism can definitely be a lonely journey at times. 🙁 )

Happy April, everyone! Spread pride and joy! Think of this as a month to celebrate your amazing family! Casey thinks we need a cake and Rob wants cookies. I think we can do that. Maybe I’ll even make them puzzle piece shaped or blue…. 🙂

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Autism – The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

Autism - The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

I got a message from someone who follows our Facebook page that informed me she was “unliking” the page because I was unrealistic with my views on autism. Against my better judgment, I asked what was unrealistic about my posts (because I really try to keep it real! 🙂 ) and she replied that autism isn’t the “rainbows and unicorns” that I believe it is and that a “real” mom would be praying for her children to be cured, not bragging about how far they have come.

Hmmm…… what?

I took a deep breath, counted to ten and tried to reply with kindness.

She again called me a bad mom for being proud of the kids and not just praying for a cure. She said I only shared fairy dust (she did like her pretty picture words, I’ll give her that. 🙂 ) and that her life was nothing like what I wrote about.

Yeah – and neither are my friends’ lives, lady. I tried again to be kind, as I truly believed she needed help and that God would want me to be kind.

She said that I make autism look easy and it’s not (yes – I write about good days – but I share the bad, too…. at least I thought I did). Then she made a comment about how I am ruining Mandy and Cory’s lives because Casey and Rob want to spend “too much” time with them. Unfortunately, she crossed a line. Mama Bear came out. Sorry, God – I really am – but I told her off and said she didn’t need to unlike our page as I was blocking her sorry self.

And that’s the ugly of autism. I still don’t get why she felt the need to tear us down. I mean, I know that when your life is hard, it’s hard to see others being happy, but really? Whatever, girl – move along. We don’t need your crap here. The ugly of autism is people who don’t try to see how amazing people with special needs are. It’s the judgments of people in public and who never learned it’s rude to stare and worse to make nasty comments.

When I started this blog and our Facebook page, it was simply a way for me to share our lives. I hoped that maybe, we could make someone laugh who hadn’t felt like laughing in a while or that we could help someone not feel so alone when they read that we are going through similar things. I didn’t count on the rude people (yeah – I should have… at least I can block them and Casey and Rob don’t have to hear their crap! 🙂 ).

I hoped that maybe something I tried with the kids would help another parent think of new ideas. To let people know that thinking outside the box was an awesome way to think. I wanted to connect with other autism parents so I wouldn’t feel alone at times. I wanted to let people know it’s okay to want to beg your son to go to sleep because you are so tired you just want to sit and cry.

I wanted to let people know it’s okay to be irritated when your daughter insists on tapping her socks (6 times each), her shoes (4 times, then 1 time – each!) then floor by the closet (3 times!) the hood of her coat (7, I think) the zipper of her coat (5 times, then 2 times – but only before she zips it, then it has to be tapped 2 more times – but only the first time she wears her coat that day – the tapping changes for each time she wears the coat during the day) when you are in a hurry to get out the door.

I wanted to let others know it’s okay to laugh when she jumps so her feet aren’t touching the kitchen floor when she turns the light on. And it’s okay to laugh when he fairy dances through the house. It’s okay to be tired of the same routines, of the same things over and over. It’s okay to want excitement in your life that isn’t autism related.

I try to share our good times as well as our rough days. Yes, my life is different from each one of you and what works for us may not work for you. I try not to make autism seem terrible. Some days it sucks, but not every day. Just like every other part of life.

And since my now blocked friend pointedly didn’t like me bragging about the kids… they did AWESOME at track and field last week! They were in a running race together – Casey took off and flew down the track. Rob jogged, he smiled at us as he ran by, he looked at the ceiling, he watched Casey running back to him…. and he fairy danced to the finish line. She got a blue ribbon, he got a red. She was excited – he didn’t seem to care.

They both enjoyed the basketball shoot and each got another ribbon. The noise was beginning to get to him, but he was still enjoying himself. The next slot was several activities they could choose from – and of course, he followed her wherever she went. She got a smiley face painted on her cheek – he got one on his hand (after our fiasco with the gray paint when he was the Tin Man a few years ago and the paint wouldn’t come out of his beard, he avoids paint on his face!) He was her shadow.

Yes, I am proud of them. That’s the part of the good of autism. I’m allowed to be proud of them. Everyone has abilities and talents, my blocked friend, and I can tell the world about my kids’. I do pity that you are so wrapped up in the bad, you won’t allow yourself to see the rainbows and unicorns! Maybe someday…..

If you are looking for a place to feel sorry for yourself, this isn’t the page for you. If you want to be angry all the time about your life, this isn’t for you. If you think autism is always easy, this isn’t the place for you.

If you want to find hope, laughs and new friends who understand you are happy, sad, mad, tired, exhausted, silly, and proud of your kids, welcome! We are so happy you are here!

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Autism and Trust between Parents and Teachers

Autism and Trust between Parents and Teachers

In the last week, I have read two stories about teachers who callously abused the children with autism they are trusted to care for each day. In one case, the principal felt “threatened” when an 11 year old boy with autism needed to use the restroom and he rushed past her. She locked him out of the school.

Yes, you read that right. She locked an 11 year old boy with autism out of the building – and then instructed all staff to not let him in. There is video showing this boy wandering around the school – even at one point, another teacher pulling down the blind so he couldn’t see in (or she couldn’t see what was happening in front of her face! 🙁 ) Eventually, another student – yes, a child – let him into the school. I will confess I don’t know the whole story, but I DO know that it was NOT safe for that child to be outside on his own.

What if he wandered away from school? What if someone took him? What the hell was that woman thinking? And the rest of the staff at the school who listened to her? My blood boils just thinking about it. And I thank God that wasn’t my child. I would be in jail right now.

In the other case, a teacher and two aides locked children in a dark bathroom for undetermined amounts of time (I’ve heard varying lengths) and also blew a whistle in the ear of a child whose ears are so sensitive that ear guards were worn. They pulled the guards off and blew the whistle into his ear. The teacher is the wife of a county sheriff’s deputy. Again – I just want to scream “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Do they get off on being cruel? Do they have no clue what they are doing? Are they that frustrated with the children? (This is a school for children with autism). They have since been charged with several things. (I haven’t heard anything about the staff from the other school, other than the principal was put on administrative leave, pending investigation). Personally, my Mama Bear came out. I’m hoping they all go to jail and the other prisoners are told they abused children with autism. I just don’t care about them. (Can you tell how angry this makes me??)

One of the scariest things of sending your child with autism to school is not knowing what happens while they are there. You rely on the teacher/aide being honest with you and protecting your child. When your child acts out, you trust that they will be professional and kind, even when they are frustrated. You don’t expect that they will lock your child outside of the building. Or in a closet.

That happened to Casey.

She had a hard time in Kindergarten at the end of the year. In first grade, things got worse for her. She was having screaming meltdowns. (This was in the early 90’s – few people had a clue what to do.) The school thought I was lying to them because I said it wasn’t happening at home (and it wasn’t, yet). I think school was demanding of her – and it was full of lights, sounds, and strangers that she couldn’t process. Home was her safe place. Eventually, her sensory issues carried over into home, too.

One thing we had read to try was for students to have a “safe” place to go when they started feeling overwhelmed. Her teacher cleaned out a supply closet and put bean bags, blankets and stuffed animals in it. All the parents had to sign a paper saying it was okay for their child to use the quiet room. I was fine with it and signed.

Imagine my shock when I discovered a few months later that a half door (too high for her to see out) had been installed with bolts on the outside of the door. My sweet little girl was being locked in this area when she screamed. And I hated that teacher. And the aide. And the principal and everyone else who lied to me about what was going on. There are only a few days in my life that I can honestly say I have been mad enough to kill. That was one of them.

The school justified it because I had signed the paper saying she could “use the quiet room as needed.”

I wanted heads to roll. I wanted to beat the living crap out of every one of those people.

I still want to smack them. It’s been 25 years. Some things you don’t get over.

Believe it or not, that was just the beginning of what I found out they had done to her. They tied her shoelaces to her desk chair. They isolated her at lunch time (though, honestly, she liked that – the cafeteria was too noisy and she just couldn’t handle it.) They wrote letters to her doctors accusing us of abuse (I found out about those when I took her to the doctor for strep – the teacher didn’t even have to guts to talk to me – and they never reported suspected abuse to anyone, despite being required to do so.)

When that came out, we met with the principal who had signed the letters. She actually looked at me, said she probably shouldn’t have done it and asked if I wanted to hit her. She has no idea how close I came to do just that. She handled it badly – she knew she was in trouble. I’m sure the teacher forced her. Do I forgive her? Nope.

The good thing that came from all of this is that the special education coordinator and I finally managed to build a friendship. (We tended to butt heads, but he came through on this. He was beyond angry and stood with me). When he passed away last year, I felt like I had lost a friend. We were finally able to be on the same team for Casey and soon, for Rob. He even made sure that the teacher who did this was moved before Rob was to go to that school. There was never a question of that woman getting near another of my kids and Casey was moved to another room early. (Usually, kids were in a class from K – 3rd grade – she moved after 2nd grade)

I didn’t blame the school as I’m sure few had any clue what was happening. There were (and still are!) amazing, caring, wonderful teachers there and throughout the whole school district. We are blessed that we only had that one to deal with (we had issues with another when Casey was in high school, but she didn’t stick around long) We were advised to hire a lawyer and sue the district. It took a lot of praying and thinking before we decided against it. The teacher was not near my kids (unfortunately, she did continue to teach. I shudder to think what else she may have done – I warned everyone to keep their kids away from her) and I still had three kids in the district. I knew Casey and Rob were going to have a hard enough time without being known as the kids of sue-happy parents.

Once something like this happens, finding that trust again is so hard. Again, God was watching over us and I didn’t have to see the two people I held the most responsible for the situation. When it came time for IEPs, I flatly told the principal she was not welcome at their meetings.

Luckily, the teachers God sent us for Rob and Casey the following year were among the best in the district – I still believe that! I knew Casey’s teacher was overwhelmed at times but she called me and we brainstormed together. We thought as far outside the box as people can think. She talked to her doctor. They all went to conferences with me to learn new ideas. The love both teachers and all the aides felt for all the students was obvious. I hope they know that I still thank God for them. I couldn’t have made it without them. (And Casey and Rob still talk about all of their teachers with smiles and happy eyes. Casey never mentions that one teacher).

I debated whether to even write this. What I want to do is help explain over-protective parents to teachers. Yes, we may have a lot of questions – we may text or call you too often. Please understand that, in most cases, it is from an underlying fear that someone could hurt our babies. We have to be protective in the only way we can.

The fear and anger of what happened to Casey still sticks with me. I overact, at times, when I don’t think people are treating her right. I do apologize for that, but until you see how cruel people you trust can be, you don’t understand how that pain lingers. I wish Casey and Rob could just tell me when something happens. I hate finding out in bits and pieces over weeks.

Parents, most teachers are wonderful, loving people who only want the best for your child. You have to trust them – help them get to know your child. Be open to meetings and be honest about your child. Teachers, understand that for several hours a day, you are holding our most precious gifts – and we are scared. Be available to listen. Be open to suggestions. Love and protect our children. We understand frustration – just tell us and let’s work through it together.

Only by being a team can our kids get everything they need.

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Autism and Terrible Anxiety

Autism and Terrible Anxiety

I’m not going to lie. Yesterday was NOT a good day here. We don’t have rough days often – or at least days that the “roughness” lasts all day, but that’s what happened. I even wrote a blog yesterday, but I had to delete it and start over. It was terrible!

So – in the last week, we have missed a day of work for ice (which Rob knew was coming – and I would have, too, if I had picked up on his clues. Now it’s obvious – at the time, I wasn’t thinking about the weather at all!), I had an appointment that didn’t go as I had hoped and I was anxious about that, we had a huge snow storm heading for us and then, of course, the full moon/eclipse for tonight. It’s no wonder we were all a little anxious, but it was worse than I thought.

Instead of snowing early yesterday, it rained. And rained. And rained. I mean, pouring buckets. We all wanted snow. I was already worried about how Rob would be feeling when he got up because he had a hard time getting to sleep Friday night. It’s been a while since that happened, but he was awake until after 1, quietly singing his anxiety/storm song. I knew the storm was coming.

I let them sleep as late as they wanted and he seemed okay when he got up. But, as soon as Casey got up, he ran to her room and started watching Power Rangers. That was fine for a while, but then he started his storm song. She was anxious about the weather, too, and wanted to be in her room folding socks and listening to music. He wouldn’t leave. (He has a DVD player and TV in his room, but he refused to use it. When I brought the movie to his room, he ran in, grabbed it, shut everything off and went back to her room). So I was waiting for her to have a meltdown. Irritation was written all over her face.

His song got louder and he started adding a few yells every 4th or 5th repetition. I gave him clay… magazines… his iPad…. offered him snacks. Nothing worked. By evening, I was even more on edge and ready to have a crying meltdown. I kept praying that it would start to snow (Sometimes, that helps him calm down – that the storm was actually here). But nothing but rain…. dreary, depressing rain.

By supper time, he had been repeating it over and over for 6 hours. I counted once – he averages 3 times a minute. That’s over a 1,000 times. It’s not that he was close by us, but the sound carries. It’s like a mosquito buzzing in your ear. It’s not loud, but drives you batty. And trust me, I don’t need anything else to drive me nuts. 🙂

After supper, Casey relaxed. She was grinning and talking about dressers and stuffed animals and her birthday (not til March, but why wait?) She giggled and smiled and truly, I didn’t care why she was happier, only that the threat of a screaming meltdown from her seemed to have passed.

When he came down for his shower hours later, I told him he couldn’t watch Power Rangers anymore, as Casey would want to watch Elmo before going to bed. As soon as he got out of the shower, he ran back up to her room and started the movie and the singing again (he also sang through his shower!) When she was ready for bed, he came down, but his song was even louder down here. I was as close to tears as I’ve been in a long time. I just knew he wasn’t going to go to sleep.

He finally took a pile of magazines, but kept repeating his song. (Someone suggested I record it so you can all hear it, but I’m not sure I want to do that.) I took Blue outside and went to watch TV while I waited to see what he would do. In less than 10 minutes, I realized I hadn’t heard him and was shocked to find him sound asleep! I just kept thanking God over and over and prayed that he slept all night.

He started “singing” at 11 yesterday morning and finally stopped at 9:30 that night. He repeated it almost 2,000 times. I call it his song, but there aren’t always many words. You can understand “John Anderson, John Michael Montgomery, Josh Turner, Long Black Train” and sometimes “Splat” after a series of sounds like trains on tracks. The beginning is always the same, the ending changes. Some days, I don’t even notice it.

I was worried that today would be a repeat of yesterday because even though the storm has passed, the full moon and eclipse are still tonight. (Anyone who says that doesn’t effect anyone needs to live in my circus through a full moon cycle!) I’ve even heard that the new moon bothers some people. Some months, Rob is more anxious for about a week around the full moon. Other times, he doesn’t seem to be too concerned about it. Casey feels it just for a few days. It may bother him more because he has more anxiety than she does.

I am so blessed to be able to say that, so far, anyway, they are both happy today. He is really quiet and doesn’t want to talk very much, but he has his iPad and magazines. I haven’t heard that song at all (Knock on wood!!! 🙂 ) She has been laughing all day. She is also happy their workshop is closed tomorrow – another reason he may have been more anxious, since that’s a change in his routine.

If his anxiety was the result of all three things happening together, at least I don’t have to worry about a super blood wolf moon eclipse for a few years! (Always look on the bright side! 🙂 ) I’m sure he doesn’t feel like himself today, but he’s coping and that’s all any of us can do. The wind is blowing and that always bothers him, too. Today will be a demand free day – they can do what they want without my interference! (well, most of what they want, anyway! 🙂 )

I hope that each of you are coping, too. Deep breaths, folks. Or cry, if you need to. If you are near the snow, be safe!