Summer Camp Time – How to Spend the Quiet Time

In about an hour, I’ll be loading the kids and all their stuff into the car and heading to Echoing Hills for their week of summer camp.  Casey can’t stop giggling, while Rob just keeps asking for camp.  And autism mom will be wondering what to do first.

They are packed and ready to go.  Casey finally made the biggest decision of the summer and chose Bert to go to camp with her.  She was trying to choose between Grover and an Elmo that haven’t gotten to go, yet, but apparently, at the last minute, she decided Bert needed to get away.  Her eyes were twinkling as she packed him carefully into her suitcase with a soft towel to keep him safe.

Last night, I heard Rob in his room, but I couldn’t tell what he was up to (and isn’t that scary, autism parents??).  When I went to check, I found him carefully packing his clothes.  He was folding each item neatly and putting all of his pants in one corner of his suitcase and his shirts in another.  I was so proud of him!  He even thought to put his towels and underwear in, too!

It was so cool to see him take such an active interest in packing.  Usually, he just makes sure I pack his favorite clothes (is it terrible that I wouldn’t mind if some of them didn’t come home?  🙂  )  But, if he lost something precious to him out there, I’m sure it would cause anxiety the next time, so I guess I’d just better hope it makes it home.   I’m sure he was packing for two reasons – because he was excited and to make sure I didn’t put any new clothes (God forbid!) in his suitcase.  He wants his comfy stuff and that’s all we packed.

I know lots of families take advantage of the kids being cared for for a week and take trips, but I like being home.  It sounds silly, but it’s so cool to not have to think about helping with baths/showers for a few nights and to watch TV at 8:00 if I want (that’s usually bath time)  I can go to bed at 9, if I want and not need to wait until they go to sleep.  I can have some junk food without them trying to sneak some, too.  (By the time I have a snack, they have already had theirs and I really watch how much they eat)

So, this week, I’m painting the living room and fixing the floor.  I could do it with them here, but it’s so much easier not having to worry about Rob’s anxiety when he comes home to discover Mom has destroyed the living room and moved everything.  I can take my time and not kill myself trying to get it done in one day while they are at the workshop.  Anyone else know what I mean?  🙂

As happy as they are to go, I have mixed feelings every time.  I know they are happy and having a great time and I do enjoy the break from autism, but they are such a part of me, that sometimes, it’s hard to separate us.  Maybe that doesn’t make much sense, but being a autism mom is me – the main thing in my life.  Not having someone to take care of is odd to me.  Enjoyable for a few days, but then I’m ready to get back to our routine.

The week will go so fast, but I’ll be one of the first moms to be at the camp Friday.  I can’t wait to see them.  I will wonder on the drive out if they will react like usual – Casey running for a hug with a big smile and Rob barely acknowledging me until we get home, when he leans his forehead to mine and smiles his sweet smile.

This year, I have a better understanding of what they will be doing doing the week.  I’ve volunteered at the camp on Mondays this summer and I’ve seen what they get to do.  I’ve always heard about it, of course, but seeing is even better.  And I’ve seen the same counselors week after week, happily helping whatever group is there that week.  (Each week is a different group – children, teens, young adults, older adults, autism, etc)  I’ve seen them go without their own lunch to follow a wanderer around the room to be sure that camper is safe.  I’ve seen them help campers eat and laugh at the silly jokes of others.

I’ve seen them dance silly dances because a camper asked them to.  I watched them carefully wipe faces of older adults and children.  I’ve seen them deal with difficult behaviors with a smile on their face and comfort a homesick camper.  To be honest, I could be a counselor for a week, but I’m not sure I could do it for the whole summer.  Maybe because care taking is a full time thing for me, while for the counselors it may not be.  Either way, the love I’ve seen makes this summer even easier to drop them off.

It also helps that Mandy works at the camp, now.  If there is an emergency, she can be with Casey or Rob in minutes.

So I’ve been thinking about what else I want to do during the week.  I’ve got my plans for the living room laid out, but I want some fun, too.  Walks with Blue and my friends, maybe?  Maybe I’ll read a book all day.   Maybe see a movie – or just watch a movie at home in my PJ’s.  Maybe I’ll go to the pool with my friend and not have to worry about watching the kids – can you imagine just sitting on a chair and catching some sun instead of chasing kids?

Maybe I’ll eat popcorn for supper one night and French fries for lunch.  Maybe I’ll sit in the porch swing for hours and watch the birds.  Maybe I’ll take a nap every day and stand in the shower for as long as I want.  Maybe I’ll get groceries.  Maybe I’ll write.  Maybe I’ll finally catch up on the list of stuff I wanted to get done this summer.  Maybe I’ll spend the week crafting.  Maybe I’ll go through their clothes and get rid of what doesn’t fit anymore.  Maybe I’ll just watch the ceiling fan blades go around.  The whole plan right now is to not have a plan.  Walks early in the morning and workouts in the afternoon, maybe?  Yoga on the patio as the morning warms up.  Who knows?

Casey is still giggling and saying camp every few minutes.  She apparently is worried that I’ll forget that today is the day!  The day she has been waiting for since last July.  They both love the weekend respites, but summer camp is extra special.  She is asking for certain counselors and talking about the talent show.  Rob is just watching me and waiting for me to say those magical words “It’s time to go!”

** Update – when I said it was time to go, Rob ran to car and refused to get out for a picture so Casey got as close as she could.  😊

When I was leaving, Casey barely looked up from her color by number, but Rob stood up, gave me a real hug and said “Wuv you, Mommy Jen” all before I said anything to him.  I had tears in my eyes – first time he has ever said that unless he’s repeating what I said to him.  💙💙💙💙

 

 

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

People with autism

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Top 13 Things Having Children with Autism Taught Me

Top 13 Things Having Children with Autism Taught Me

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

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

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

Autism and the Every Day Never Simple Questions

Autism and the Every Day Never Simple Questions

Autism is part of our lives.  A huge part – even if we don’t always consciously think about it.  I’m facing a decision  now that should be fairly easy, but autism is causing me to rethink everything.

Several months ago, I lost my sweet lab to lymphoma.  She was just a baby when we got her and she grew up around the noise and unexpected jumps, squeals and screams that occur around here.  Even with that, when Casey had a meltdown, Eve would get anxious, barking and trying to get between Casey and I.  She never tried to bite Casey or even jump on her –  just barked like crazy.

(Picture the scene – Casey jumping up and down and screaming bloody murder while the dog is barking a high pitched bark and bouncing around with Rob rocking and yelling “no fits, Casey!”  It’s a wonder my neighbors haven’t moved away!)

Losing her was one of the hardest things I’ve had to deal with.  She was my best friend – the one who listened as I vented and let me cry on her shoulder.  When Mandy and Cory lived in Texas and it was just Casey, Rob and I in the house, Eve was my buddy.  I talked to her about everything and she kept me from being lonely.  When she died, I felt like I lost part of me.  I had no idea when I would ever feel like getting another dog.

In the last few weeks, I’ve been thinking about it.  I miss having a dog around the house, but I still think about her and wonder if I’m ready for another one.  She had so many quirks (I sometimes think she “caught” autism!  🙂  )  I wonder if I could let go of my expectations of the same quirks in another dog.  I wonder if I will love another one as much as I loved her.  And I wonder if another dog could be okay living in my circus.

I thought about getting an older dog – one that may not be as adoptable because of their age.  But – what if they can’t handle the noise?  the sudden movements?  The kids’ safety is the most important thing to me and a new dog is scary.  So maybe a puppy would be better.  One that could grow up with us like Eve did.

And today I realized that once again, autism is dictating our lives.  It should be a simple decision about whether to get a dog or not.  I get so tired of having to overthink every single decision I make.  Would Rob really wear that super soft shirt?  Will Casey be mad if I switch plans from one day to another?  Even what to have for meals!  (though that isn’t as  bad as it once was – I make what I make and Rob adapts to it or makes a sandwich)

It’s exhausting to have to think through every choice I make.  The kids want to go swimming.  Simple enough, right?  No, it isn’t.  Taking them to the pool without help is not going to happen.  Neither is taking them to the lake (though that would be easier, simply because they will stay together and with me).  I can’t take them to the river alone.

They want to go hiking.  Okay – great!  Outside and exercise… except, again, it isn’t that easy.  If we go  near a creek, Rob wants to sit and watch the water and relax while Casey wants to walk as far as she can.  He will walk, too, but watching water relieves his anxiety so much, it’s hard to drag him away from it.

This isn’t to say we don’t go lots of places without an extra adult, but going to strange places or where there are possible dangers is so much easier with an extra set of eyes on them.  They don’t run off like they used to, but who knows when it might happen again?   We do lots of things, but it’s always seems like it’s a big decision to go.  I’m tired of that.

I just want to decide to do something and do it without trying to think through every possible thing that can go wrong.  I want to take the kids to the pool if they want to go.  (I have taken them, but it’s hard and not something I really like to do.  We have a large aquatic center with a kids play area and sets of water slides – too much area for me to be able to watch them easily.)  Tracie will go with me – but there again, we can’t just go.  I need to see if she’s free and wants to go and plan from there.  I wonder if families who just decide to go swimming and leave know how lucky they are?

I try not to overthink choices too much but it’s hard when Casey and Rob are so different – even without the added stress of autism.  She wants to go – he wants to stay.  She will try anything – he has to think about it and often says no.   They are similar in ways, just like siblings usually are.  But, still, don’t you think it’s exhausting to always have to think about big (and little!) decisions so much?

Don’t you wish you could just say “Yes!  We’re going!” without thinking about the possible sensory issues or meltdowns or safety or food preferences?  I know I do!  At the same time, I wouldn’t change either of the kids.  Autism is as much a part of them as their hair color.  There are just times that I don’t want to have to think about how autism will affect a decision.

Most of the time, I don’t really think about it, I guess.  Our life is autism and I don’t think about a life without it.  I make decisions just like every other parent, based on what would be best for our family.  Autism is just so unpredictable that sometimes, decisions are hard to make.  I wish I could just decide to get another dog and go pick one out.

I asked Casey what she thought about a dog.  She wants a big one.  Rob wants Eve.  So do I.  So like everything else, we’ll see what happens.  I’m a firm believer in things happening when they are supposed to.  When it’s time, the right dog will find us.  Eve will make sure of it.

 

Autism Moms (and Dads!) – Follow your Gut Feelings to Help Protect your Child

Autism Mom - Follow your Gut to Keep your Child Safe

When your child is non-verbal or can’t communicate easily, one of the biggest fears of parents is that someone will mistreat or be mean to their child.  I know that feeling well – and a video I saw last week brought those fears back to the surface.   The video showed a bus driver clearly mistreating a young girl with autism who wouldn’t get off her bus.  To make matters worse, an aide was standing outside the bus waiting for the child – and she left when the driver closed the door.  Why in the world didn’t she get on that bus to help that little girl?  Autism moms, let me tell you – had that been my child, I would probably be in jail right now.

I don’t condone violence.  At one point, Casey had a teacher and a principal that were not a good match for her.  The details are deep in my heart and I’m not sure even Mandy knows what really happened.  She was just a little girl and may not have understood, anyway.   To say I was angry at the teacher is an understatement.  I wanted to smack her – to beat on her.  I wanted to do to her what she did to Casey.  I hated that woman – and came to severely dislike the principal that couldn’t see what was happening.

We were advised to sue the school district.  Even the superintendent knew we would win.  We chose instead to remove Casey from that woman (actually, the school moved her – Casey stayed in the room she was familiar with.) and not take legal action.  This was our choice for many reasons – but when I think about that woman retiring with a full pension – and the other children she may or may not have been abusive to – I am angry.  I am beyond Mama Bear angry.  But, it’s over and done and I can’t change it.

But I can be more careful about the people around my kids.  If Casey or Rob seems to not like someone, I keep a close eye on that person – and keep the kids away from him or her.  I’ve told you before how quickly they “read” people.  It’s always interesting to me to see who they don’t like and wonder what is deep inside that person that the kids can sense.

I listen to my gut feelings now.  If something seems “off” about a situation, I check into it.  If the kids suddenly don’t want to do something or go somewhere that I know they enjoy, I find out why.  Several years ago, there was an issue that concerned me and I just started dropping into where they were and checking on them.  Mandy and my parents would stop in, too.

A few years ago, Rob was involved in an incident.  The details aren’t important now, but what is important is that it shook the trust I had in people.  I understood the staff’s frustration, as I know either of my kids can act up (I’ve never been a mom who says my child would never…  I’m sure they would!)  What I was the most upset about is that I wasn’t told about it until I started asking questions.  Casey kept repeating a phrase about Rob and he was upset.  Unfortunately, by the time Casey got the words out, it had been a few days since the incident.

Rob finally was able to say a word or two and another mom contacted me because their adult child was a witness and had told her what had happened.  I confronted the issue and it was taken care of.  My gut told me the day it happened something was wrong – Rob was just off and Casey was wound for sound.  But, I didn’t follow up on it right away.  (No excuses – except maybe I was just so darn tired of autism)  My gut kept at me and I checked into things.  That situation is resolved and I’ve asked to always be told right away if something happens while the kids are at work.  (Like I said, I know things happen – I just really hate not being told what’s going on!)

Even if your child is non-verbal, you will see signs something is wrong.  Maybe they get upset about getting on the bus all of a sudden.  Maybe they won’t eat at school.  Maybe they can’t sleep at night or a new behavior emerges.  High anxiety is a possible sign of a problem somewhere.  It’s hard to know what the problem might be until you start digging.  If your child refuses to get on the bus, start with the driver – has something happened?  Was there a change in the route?  Is it too noisy?  Ask the other kids on the bus – or their parents.  If the bus has a camera, ask to watch the video.

As your child with autism grows up, you will learn to become part private detective.  It’s exhausting at times, but a necessary thing to do.  Visit the school.  Become friends with your child’s teacher.  If you have concerns, voice them.  Most teachers are wonderful, but there are always a few that aren’t.  If you don’t think your child’s teacher is a good match for your child, speak up.  Talk to the teacher – talk to the principal.  No, these are not easy conversations to have, but you have to do it!

Drop in your child’s class/school.  If you are told this isn’t possible, do it anyway.  You have the right to see your child at any time.  If a school refuses to let you visit, that’s a giant red flag – always follow up on that!  Take someone else with you and go!  (if a situation gets tense, always take someone with you  when you go – a witness might be needed)  Climb the chain of command if you need to.  Schools want only the best for their students –  if a teacher is a problem, they want to know.  (at least, good schools do!)

You know your child the best.  If you get a weird vibe that something is wrong, don’t ignore it or assume you are just being over-protective.  So what if you were wrong?  You laugh about it and move on.  But – what if you are right and you do nothing?  Your child can’t help themselves – you have to do it.  Do whatever you have to do to make sure your child is safe.  You might realize he/she is only anxious because puberty is starting or they are going to go through a growth spurt.  Or you may save them from a traumatic situation.

Trust yourself.  Trust your instinct.

Happy Mother’s Day to all Amazing, Awesome Autism Moms!

Happy Mother's Day to all Amazing, Awesome Autism Moms

Happy Mother’s Day, to all the awesome autism moms!   The one day of the year when you get to sit down, relax, have a cup of coffee (or a can of coke or glass of wine!), read a book, take a nap or watch an entire movie.  Wait – why are you laughing?   Honestly, I couldn’t even type that with a straight face.

To be honest, I had a completely different thought in mind for this blog earlier today and it just wouldn’t come out the way I wanted it to.  I decided to give up on it for a while and went to celebrate Mother’s Day and my brother’s birthday with family.  The cookout was going to be at a pond on the family farm.  I wasn’t worried about either of my kids going into the water (as much as Rob loves water, he won’t get his shoes wet – and so far, he isn’t willing to go barefoot at all!)  but I was worried about keeping him entertained and not getting into everything or singing his stress song at the top of his voice.

As soon as we pulled in, they both jumped out of the car and ran to the gathering.  Rob was amazed to see the dock over the water and immediately sat down to watch the water.  He was even more excited to see my niece and her cousin in a paddle boat and I knew he wanted to go for a ride.  He didn’t say anything about it, though, so I let him watch until after we had eaten.  The roughest part of the evening was his discovery of a pile of magazines he was bound and determined to get.

I told him no magazines.  He tried to “sneak” past me.  (He doesn’t seem to realize his sneaking skills are severely lacking – and he’s 5’10”!)   So I used my stern mommy voice and said no magazines, yes boat ride.  That finally got through to him, but he was still thinking about them.  We got him into the paddle boat and within a few seconds, I could see his anxiety levels dropping.  He paddled as hard as he could and then just stopped and we floated.  He put his fingers in the water and talked about fish and turtles.  I was shocked that he put his hands in!

It was as we were floating around that it occurred to me what I really wanted to say today.  What other people might see as little victories mean the world to me – and to every other mom (and anyone who loves someone with special needs!).  That’s what I want you all to celebrate today!  Yes, your life may  be harder than someone else’s – but it isn’t as hard as other people’s.  There are times I get so tired of doing baths/showers every night and I get grouchy about it.  But – then I think of the people who have to use lifts to get their loved one into a bath, if they can even do that.  I think of the parents who would love to be giving their child a bath every night, but can’t.  It’s all in perspective.

Give yourself permission to be whiny at times.  We all do it, but the guilt autism moms (and dads!) feel at being tired of things keeps us from talking about it.  Talk about it, anyway.  Brag to everyone about the smallest steps forward your loved one makes – if someone isn’t excited for you, ignore them and brag to someone else!  You have every right to brag, too!  You are a proud autism mommy – show the world!

When I share our story, I try to tell you how our lives really are.  Casey and Rob have had so many issues they had to deal with as children – and as adults.  I don’t sugar coat anything.  For a while, life was hell.  Some days, Casey screamed the day away.  I couldn’t figure out how to help her – and how to be a good mommy for Mandy and Rob, too.  I hated that I wasn’t a good enough mom to know what to do for her.  I hated that I had to depend on a doctor that was two hours away to help me with ideas and medications.  But – look at her, now!

I write to give each of you hope.  Our kids change quickly – and we may never know why.  I’m still trying to figure out the changes in Rob, though I’ve mostly decided to just love every minute of it!  We went to Prom last Friday and he is smiling in nearly every picture – even wearing a shirt with sleeves!  He danced the Twist with us and tried the Cotton-Eyed Joe.  The moment that brought tears to my eyes was when he slow danced with me, then Mandy.  He put his hands on my shoulders and swayed back and forth.  It’s the first time he’s ever shown any interest.

Instead of wildly dancing (by that I mean she runs back and forth like a deer – flying low and leaping), Casey stayed right with Mandy and I and she danced like we were.  She tried to follow the line dances (she doesn’t know right from left, no does she care!) and mimicked what we did.  Another proud autism mom moment.  And that’s what my Mother’s Day is about.  Quick, fleeting moments that may not mean anything to other people, but that mean to world to me.

Rob let his fingers touch the water.  Casey sat politely and waited her turn to fix her plate at supper.  Rob rubbed the dog’s head.  Casey played in the gravel and watched the little boys with a smile on her face.  He paddled a boat and looked for turtles.  She got in the boat, even when she was scared of the water.  They both said good bye and thank you as we left.  Little moments.

I hope each of you enjoyed little moments in your day.  I was lucky enough to have all of my kids with me at lunch – to see my parents, my brother and his family, and my extended family.  I hope that each of you has a big support system that you can rely on.   I know that isn’t always possible, but remember that even if your “family” isn’t around or can’t understand, others will be willing to help you.  Family isn’t defined by blood – it’s those people who walk into your life and never leave.

So -Happy Mother’s Day to all the autism moms out there.  And to the dads who are doing both roles – and the grandparents.  Today is a day to celebrate little victories and all of your hard work in those small, huge steps.  I hope you get plenty of hugs – no matter how you get hugs!  They might be tight bear hugs, or forehead to forehead, or light squeezes, or just a lean.  However your child shares love – enjoy every precious moment!

What is the Best Way to Teach Communication for People with Autism?

Best Way to Communicate for People with Autism

I’ve been asked so many times “How did you get Casey and Rob to talk?  What’s the best way to teach communication skills?”  And I have an answer – I have no idea.  I don’t know.  We got lucky.  The stars were aligned.  I don’t mean to be flippant about my answer, but I just don’t know.  I wish I did.  I would be rich!

But seriously, every single communication device has good points and bad.  And, every person with autism is different.  What worked with Casey, Rob had no interest in.  I’m still trying to figure it out.

Casey could sing entire songs as a toddler, but she had no interest in using her words to ask for what she wanted.  Even into preschool, after a year of speech therapy, she had few words that she used consistently.  Her teachers used PECS (picture exchange communication system) with her and she began to understand that she could ask for what she wanted.

They printed the PECS cards of everything that could think of that she might want and put velcro on the back of each card.  Using a long strip of cardboard with opposite velcro, they constructed sentences for her to repeat.  She could point to each picture as she said the words, such as “May I have cookie, please?”  I also started using American Sign Language with her.  I found out that she could say the word easier if she could sign it, too.

When she was 5, we had Auditory Integration Therapy done with her.  We knew her ears weren’t hearing normally and had heard good results with this therapy.  My mom and I (and Casey, 2 year old Mandy and baby Robbie!) spent two weeks in a hotel about three hours from home.  To add to the “fun” we all had pink eye.  My dad and their dad joined us over the weekend.  My best  memory of that trip is that 4 days after Casey started the therapy, she said “doughnut” at breakfast!  I hadn’t asked her what she wanted – she volunteered she wanted a doughnut.  And I cried.  We all cried.  (she did get a doughnut!)

The therapy was done in June and we continued to hear a new words throughout the summer.  She still didn’t use whole sentences, except the ones we had scripted for her.  And if she was having a meltdown, communication was non-existent.  She simply couldn’t get the words out when she was upset.  Meltdowns were common when she started school.  She had them at school often, but at first, we didn’t see them at home (probably because she didn’t have demands on her here)

Now, Casey is more likely to have a “conversation” with you – about what she wants to talk about, of course.  She won’t sit and visit with people, as she sees no reason to do that.  If she wants something, she is able to tell me what she wants.  She can share memories and answer most questions.  I try to always remember to say “Tell me what you want” instead of “what do you want?”  (I highly suggest you try that with your child – statements are much easier to process than questions).

Rob had more words than Casey as a toddler, but he was also less likely to use them.  Mandy spoke for him all of the time.  When he wanted something, he pointed to it and Mandy told me.  I asked her so many times to let Rob talk, but she was so earnest in wanting to help him, she couldn’t understand why she shouldn’t.  When she started preschool (she went to the preschool our school district offered – typical and special needs children.  It was where Casey had gone and she loved the teachers), I was amazed at how many words Rob could say.

He didn’t see any reason to talk beyond what he needed, but he had a huge vocabulary compared to Casey at that age.  (She understood everything – she just didn’t acknowledge the words)  He loved being read to and pointing out objects in books.  He was still so far behind other children his age, but at least I knew the words were there.  With Casey, I was never sure.

I used ASL with him more than I did with Casey.  It’s funny, because once in a while, she still signs please and thank you as she says them.  Rob liked to rip up the PECS cards, so ASL was the better choice for him.  I still use it with him, especially when he is getting anxious.  We use later, stop, listen, now, wait and look a lot.   He understands a long list of signs and used to use them often.  Now, he tends to just say what he needs, but once in a while, he does sign as he says his words.  If your child has any sensory issues with their ears, trying ASL may be a good choice for you.

I also suggest that when you talk to your child, make sure you give them time to process what you said and form an answer.  Rob was in elementary school when we discovered that if he was asked a question and given 30 seconds to answer, he usually would.  I was thrilled with this and still give him plenty of time when I ask him something.  (By the way – 30 seconds is an eternity when you are trying NOT to say anything and waiting for a response!  Keep waiting, anyway!)

Some people are completely against using ASL because they think it means they are giving up on their child speaking.  This can’t be farther from the truth!  You are simply giving your child another way to communicate as they learn to use their words.  And, the reality is, some people with autism will never have verbal skills, but they use other ways to communicate and the results are amazing.  Be happy with whatever way your child chooses to communicate!

Casey and Rob both have iPads with a communication app on them.  They love Proloquo2Go.   They both understand how to use the app (it’s easy – you can even add actual photos of items your child might want) but they tend to say what they want after playing with the app.  They both like to use the app to make sentences that are funny to them.  Rob especially likes to type sentences such as “The dog is purple” and just laugh and laugh.

There are so many techniques for helping your child communicate.  You know your child best and what might interest them.  They may like the picture exchange actions or a communication device might catch their attention.  You will have to try many techniques and constantly work with your child to improve their communications skills.  Notice – I didn’t say “verbal skills.”  I said communication – in whatever form that takes!

Think of the people with autism who never speak, but can type their thoughts.  Or the ones who sing.  Or who can sign.  Never give up, but adjust your dreams.  You may never “hear” your child say “I love you” but you may see in it signs, in words or, most definitely, in their eyes.

I wish I had the perfect answer for each of you.  I wish I could promise you that your child will be communicating with you soon.  What I can tell you is that you will learn how to communicate with your child.  It may not be long talks around the supper table, but you will each learn the best way to communicate.  It may be an odd assortment of techniques that work for your family.  It won’t matter how you communicate – it just matters that you do and that you accept however your child chooses.

 

Who Says People with Autism Can’t Feel Empathy?

Who Says People with Autism Cant Feel Empathy?

Raise your hand if you have been told that your child with autism can’t feel empathy or recognize emotions in other people.  Of course, some won’t be able to easily – but that’s true of “typical” people, too.  Some people just can’t understand how others feel.

Rob and Casey can both read emotions in other people.  Casey hasn’t always been able to as easily as she can now, but Rob has always read people.  He gets very anxious if he knows someone is upset – he seems to pull their emotions into himself.  When someone is angry, he hums, paces and rocks until they are calm.

When we go anywhere, Rob keeps an eye on Casey.  He grabs her hand and they stick close together.  Or they hold onto me – she holds my left elbow, he holds my right hand.  It’s hard to walk down aisles in stores sometimes, but I always know who is missing by which hand I can move freely.  When I pick the kids up from work, if he gets to me first, he asks for Casey.  If she gets there first, she is ready to go.  While she is always aware of where he is, he voices his concerns more.

Seeing people cry makes Casey nervous and she giggles.  She will lean towards the person and get right in their face.  I haven’t been able to tell whether she is trying to see if they are really upset or if she is trying to help, but you can tell by the sound of her giggle that she is nervous and doesn’t know what to do.  Crying babies are especially hard for her.  I’ve told her since babies can’t talk, they cry when they need something, but she seems to think that she doesn’t talk much, but she doesn’t cry to get what she wants.

If Casey doesn’t feel well, Rob likes to check on her.  When she’s asleep, he pulls the blanket off her head and peeks on her to see if she’s okay.   She might peek in his room if he is sick, but she wisely stays away so she won’t get sick, too.  She asks me about him – if he is throwing up, if his belly hurts, if he is hungry.  So I know she worries, too.

On the rare occasions that Casey as a meltdown, Rob checks on me.  He seems to think I need protecting while I am talking to her and he is sympathetic to my stress.  However, never doubt that he is a typical brother, too – when she starts to get calm, he likes to get close to her, point his finger and say “Casey, no fits!” which, of course, makes her furious.  He laughs when she gets mad at him.  Proof again that people with autism feel the same emotions that everyone else does – just in different ways, sometimes.

While Rob is more empathetic to Casey, last week, I saw proof that she watches over him, too.  They took a trip to a fire station and for some reason, Rob become anxious.  He began to sing his stressed song – loudly – and pacing.  Their staff tried taking him outside to walk around, but he couldn’t calm down.  And then Casey stepped in.  As the picture shows, she went to him and let him hold her so he would feel better.  I was ready to cry when I got the picture.  I know she loves her little brother, but to actually see her acting like a loving, big sister is a moment I will never forget.

She shrugged it off when she got home.  She told me she saw a fire truck and she got a hat.  I told her how proud I was that she helped Rob – she asked for supper.  A typical conversation in our house – but I know that she heard and understood me.  She just cares more about supper than whether I’m proud of her.  Whether she acknowledges my praise or not, I keep telling her how proud I am.  I know she hears me and understands – she just has other things that are more important to her.  🙂

Your child may not pay much attention to how other people feel right now, but don’t assume they don’t know those feelings.  Maybe they are like Casey and their own personal needs are just more important than what others think or feel.  You also have to remember that Casey wasn’t always this empathetic.  She has grown and matured so much over the last few years.

Never, ever think that how your child is doing right now is the way your life will always be.  One thing I’ve learned about autism over the last 30 years is that changes always happen – sometimes so fast it makes your head spin and other times, it takes months and months of hard work for all of you before you see any changes.  And sometimes, people who don’t see your child often are the ones who notice the smallest changes.  Celebrate every success, no matter how small it may seem.  Those little steps add up to a long trail of successes that you will want to look back on with pride!

 

Why do We Judge Other Autism Parents?

Why do we Judge Other Autism Parents?

I follow several Facebook pages of parents with kids with autism.  Some are just starting their journey and some have an adult child, like me.  The other day, I read a post by one of the mom’s that really got to me.

She was venting because another autism mom attacked her for being happy that the spring break was over and her son was back in school.  She was amazed that anyone, especially someone who has a child with autism, could be upset with her because she was happy to be back in their routine.

The other mom said the break was “only” two weeks – what kind of parent can’t handle being around their child for only two weeks?  She went so far as to say the mom should be ashamed of herself for wanting to be away from her child.

I posted a reaction – anger.  My response was simple – every parent, regardless of whether their child has special needs or not, is ready to get back in the routine after a long break.  Any parent who says they  never need a break from their kids is lying – to themselves or you.  We all need a break – from the kids, from our spouse, from our jobs.  Autism just makes it that much harder.

And, even more important, that mom had no idea what the other home was like.  She might be lucky enough to have an “easy” (is there such a thing??) child with autism, but none of us know what others’ lives are like.  As much as I share with my autism mom friends, they don’t know what it’s like in my house, day after day.  They can imagine, just like everyone else.   And, while I may have a good idea of what their lives are like, I really don’t.

I can picture what it’s like having a child who is blind with autism.  I can try to imagine what it’s like to live with a child who may become violent.  I can try to imagine conversations with a high-functioning teenager.  They can try to picture my life with two moderately affected young adults.  It just doesn’t work.

So why do parents judge each other?  We are all in this together.  What good does it do anyone to toss negative comments around?  We all have to deal with enough negativity with the rest of the world.  We need to let go of the whole judging thing.

I’ll admit – I’ve thought before that someone is handling a situation in a way I wouldn’t.  I can say I would “never” do something – but I’m not in that home.  There is no way I could possibly know what those parents go through every day.  Have I thought people were crazy to do things they do?  Sure – as I’m sure people have thought the same about me.  I’m ok with that – some days, I’m sure I’m crazy.

You wouldn’t tell a typical parent how to raise their child.  Why would you try to tell a special needs parent what they are doing wrong?  Why would you attack someone for voicing their feelings?  Sure, you can say you would feel differently, but don’t make anyone feel bad because they don’t do things your way.

It’s impossible for anyone to know the journey we’ve walked.  Even the people who were right there with  me, but didn’t live in the house, can’t always know it all.  I’ve always been open to hearing the ideas that other people have, but I don’t think I should be made to feel bad if I don’t follow all of their advice.  I know Casey and Rob better than anyone (except Mandy!) and I’ll always do what I think is right for them.  It may not be what other parents would do, but so what?  Other parents are not my responsibility.  It really is that simple.

I feel so bad for parents who are truly doing the best they can that are getting ridiculed or judged by other parents.  News flash – none of us are perfect – we are all stumbling through this journey as best we can, just like every other parent in the world.  Instead of offering judgment, why not offer an ear?  a hug?

My rant is over.  I just hate to hear about parents getting attacked for sharing their feelings.  If we can’t share online, somewhat anonymously, then how can we share with our friends? I want my friends to know that even if I don’t feel the same as they do, I’ll always be here to listen.  I won’t have the answers they need, but I can offer a hug or a shoulder to lean on.

Autism and the Unpredictable Speed of Change

Autism and the Unpredictable Speed of Change

When you live in a house with autism, you become adapt at keeping things the same – the same foods, the same schedule, the same clothes.  That’s why Rob’s changes in the last few weeks have pleasantly shocked me – and made me wonder “WHY?”

Rob doesn’t like new foods, new clothes or new places.  New people make him nervous until he gets a reading on them (Both Casey and Rob sense the true person inside – if they don’t like/trust someone, I watch that person closely!)  But, last week, he put a new shirt – all by himself.  Now, yes, it was the same brand that he loves, but that has never mattered before.  Even a new shirt that was exactly like an old one was something to avoid.

He used a hammer to hang up signs in his room instead of telling me to do it.  He made pancakes.

He ate canned fruit a few weeks ago.  Not because I asked him to try, but because he saw it in the refrigerator and asked for it.  (apparently, it has to be canned pineapple, not the little snack packs, because he refused to eat those – but, hey!  He tried!)   He also tried a blackberry (and it flew across the room when he spit it out!)  I can put different things in his lunchbox.

He has been coming home and not running for his iPad immediately.  He has been playing with his Legos, lincoln logs, trains, and magnetic blocks again.  He does still get excited about ripping up magazines and cardboard, but isn’t actively searching for it.  He lays on his bed and just chills out.

The staff at their workshop said he has been joining in activities more at the shop.  I heard stories about his laughter and how silly he can be.  A few weeks ago, a strap on his sensory swing broke and he fell (not far – thank God he was just sitting in it and not swinging widely!).  I was so worried about him not having his swing.  When it was installed, it was to help him with the out of control anxiety he was dealing with every day.  I also worried that even if it was fixed, he would never use it again – he tends to remember when painful things happen and can’t understand that just because it happened once, it may not happen again.

So I filled out the paperwork and the part was ordered.

And now, he acts like he doesn’t need or want it.   HUH??

Last week, he went to play Bingo at a nursing home.  (WHAT?)  A staff member asked anyone who wanted to go to get their coat and he did.  While we have played Bingo at home, he loses interest quickly.  He even played while there!  A new activity in a new place?  The autism mom in me was suspicious.  What’s going on?

The moon isn’t full.  The weather is as crazy as it’s been for weeks.  His meds haven’t changed.  The people around him are the same.  Our schedule is the same.  I wracked my brain trying to figure out why he was so willing to do new things.

After Bingo, he went to aquatic therapy, which he loves.  On his way home, he stopped a staff member to show her his swimming bag.  It has Mighty Morphin Power Rangers (the first ones) on it and he named them all for her.  He started a conversation!  Rob talked first!  Can I be any happier??

The next day, he went to a care center to do crafts with residents.  He talked more about the power rangers.  He sat and did as he was supposed to.   And as happy as I am, I want to know why?  What changed and what can I do to keep him excited to try new things?

He went to play basketball. He went to a gym and walked.  He came home and got sick later that night and even that was different.  He’s always been too scared and upset to be alone when he is sick.  This night, he took care of everything on his own.  I didn’t even know he was sick.  I did stay up with him, as he never went to sleep that night (or until early evening the next day, even though he was feeling much better).

His schedule changed Friday evening and he didn’t care.  He played with his blocks and went to bed.  The weather changed quickly last night and he hasn’t seemed to notice.

I am over the moon happy for all the positive changes.  I am so proud of him for trying things that truly stress him beyond anything I can imagine.  But, I still want to know why?  Has he just matured?  Was he spending too much time in the swing at the workshop?  But how can you tell, cause it wasn’t that long ago that he couldn’t get through his day without that soothing him.

Something like this happened to Casey several years ago.  She wasn’t always the social butterfly she is now.  She much preferred staying away from stores and restaurants and to only go to familiar places.  After she graduated and moved to the workshop every day, she began to open up to the idea of trying new places.  Now, it’s a struggle to make her understand that money doesn’t grow on trees (or in my purse – she thinks it just magically appears there) and she has to pick and choose what she does.  For the most part, she is doing awesome with that.

Maybe that’s all that’s happened with Rob.  He matured enough to handle stress and the idea of new places and people.  I hope that’s all it is.  I worry that someone was bothering him and that person is no longer near him.  I worry that he hasn’t felt well and I didn’t know it.  Don’t you love autism mom guilt?  I just need to let it go and enjoy the changes in him!

I’m excited about all the changes and I’m loving every minute of it!  I hope it continues and that he might learn to enjoy new things – or at least to try them with proper supports.  Both of them are going to a planetarium tomorrow – neither even know what it is (Casey thinks she is going to a star!) but he’s willing to try.  I can’t wait to hear how it goes!

I hope reading about the changes in Rob helps you remember that our kids are constantly changing and growing and maturing.  Your child may not like new things now, but maybe that will change.  They are learning more every day – even if we don’t see immediate results in the hard work we do with them.  Keep the faith – and keep trying, even when you don’t think it’s doing any good.  It is – I promise you!