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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 a Wonderful Mother’s Day!

Autism and Wonderful Mother's Day

Happy Mother’s Day to all the amazing autism moms – and dads and grandparents and everyone else who loves and supports people with autism and other special needs.

I’ve been an autism mom for 31 years. True, I didn’t actually know it until Casey was four, but I can look at the video from her first birthday party and see the signs as clear as day – if I had only known what I was seeing. Her need for routine – her preference to do her own thing rather then interact with me – her ability to say the alphabet and sing whole sings, but still not be able to say ma-ma. Yep, it’s all there.

But I don’t feel guilty about not seeing the autism earlier. In 1989, autism wasn’t in the news. The movie Rainman was popular, but I still didn’t see autism in Casey. There were no families with autism in our community. Even when she finally got diagnosed, there was only one other little girl near us. Today, I can’t guess how many families have autism in their lives in our area.

So what has being an autism mom taught me?

  1. Being a mom is hard at times. It doesn’t matter if autism is involved or not – some days are just hard. And some days with autism are terrible. Sometimes, it’s weeks with autism that are terrible. But – joy always finds its way back to us.
  2. It’s a lonely life at times. Many people don’t understand the special challenges we face and that’s okay. I don’t understand the challenges of other moms, either. I don’t understand the constant running of children from sports to dance to music. I don’t understand spending every evening of the week going somewhere for something. I love spending most of my evenings with the kids – walking, crafting, swinging on the porch swing and watching the clouds. But, loneliness is part of any family with special needs – and never feel guilty if you do feel it at times. Sometimes, you just want to go be with other moms and think about anything besides autism (I got to do that the other night – it was amazing!! 🙂 )
  3. Routines can be good. Oh yeah – I get tired of them. I get tired of having to stop whatever I’m doing every evening at 7:30 and start helping with bath/shower. I get tired of having to do things a certain way. But – on the other hand, it’s a lot less thinking on my part. I seem to turn on auto-pilot and just go with it. (Course, that also means that if I’m asked something during that time, I may not remember what anyone said to me! 🙂 ) Sometimes, especially when I’m tired, routines are good – no thinking on my part. My body knows what it is supposed to do and we go with it.
  4. Little things truly do not matter. I know – it’s easy to say, but when there are so many more important things to worry about, who cares if the coffee table is dusty? If someone complains, hand them a dust rag and tell them to have at it. 🙂 I know I don’t worry or stress about a lot of things other people do. And I worry about things other parents don’t think about very often – are the kids safe? who will be with them when I’m gone? Should I try to change meds? Do they want friends or do they even think about it? Do they know they feel things differently? (They both know they have autism, but I’m not sure whether that matters to them.)
  5. On the other hand, some little things matter a LOT! When Rob tries a new food or wears a new shirt. When Casey goes to volunteer somewhere new – and remembers to smile and say Hi and Thank you! When Rob leans on me for a hug. When Casey looks at me with that special sweet smile of hers. When Rob messages someone. When they tease each other like typical siblings do. When they look out for each other when we go places. When Casey checks on Rob constantly when he is sick – or when she thinks he has a “boo-boo” as she calls it. When Rob asks to see Mandy or Cory or Grandpa or Grandma. The smallest step forward is cause for celebration!
  6. I am strong. And that’s good and bad. I can stand up for myself and the kids – but it also makes it harder for me to ask for help when I need it. I feel like I’m letting the people who think I’m strong down when I ask for help. You are stronger than you think, too – trust me – I know this without even knowing you. Every day that you get up and start the same routine again, you prove you are strong. When you cry over the screams of your child and you are so tired you can’t think straight and you feel in your heart you just can NOT do this anymore, you are strong. Give yourself a break to cry and take deep breaths. We’ve all been there (and anyone who says they haven’t been that low are lying through their teeth!). If I can do it, you can, too!
  7. Autism has brought me so many amazing opportunities that I would have never had. I’ve met so many awesome people who keep me strong when I need it. I’ve gotten to speak to groups of people about autism and our circus. We’ve opened eyes to a new world for many people – and we blasted our way through a school system that really wasn’t prepared for Casey. We made it a little easier for the families that followed us, I hope.
  8. Laughing is better than crying. Oh – I’ve cried – more than many people know, but really, laughing is so much better. Most of the things we lived through sound funny, now. (Some don’t – some things will never be funny, but we made it!) The apples and the koolaid – jumping off the roof – hopping through doors – flipping light switches. Some days, I have to laugh or I would go crazy, I’m sure. I can’t change them (and don’t want to!) so I might as well tighten my abs and laugh at how silly they are sometimes.

These are just a few things being a mom have taught me. It also showed me what true, selfless love is. Casey, Mandy, Rob and Cory know that I would do anything for them – they are the most important people in my life. I see their flaws, as they see mine, and we love each other anyway. It’s true acceptance of who I am. I don’t have to be anyone except me with them – silly, serious, stubborn me. And that’s an amazing feeling.

So Happy Mother’s Day to all of you! My wish for each of you is a hug (in whatever form that takes in your home!) a few minutes of peace and maybe a smile from that awesome, amazing, autism child you have. Enjoy your day! You deserve it!

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Autism and Hope – Never Lose It!

Autism and Hope

Anyone that follows our Facebook page may have seen that Casey sang in our county board of developmental disabilities talent show a few evenings ago. She won one of the awards – she was happy about that, but for her, just the singing is enough. And that she got a milkshake after! 🙂

She was so excited that she got to buy a new shirt to wear. That night, she couldn’t stop giggling at supper and kept looking at me for the signal that it was time to take a bath and get ready to go. We had to blow her hair dry and use “fluffy” stuff (mousse) in it. She couldn’t stand still from excitement. Even Rob was excited about going!

When we got to the school, Rob chose their seats and Casey bounced in her seat to watch people come in. She was going to be the last one to sing before intermission. Mandy and Cory came and she bounced harder. (And Rob had to jump up and rub Cory’s face – he had shaved his beard! 🙂 I’m still waiting for Rob to tell me he wants his face like Cory’s!

I was taking pictures for the newspaper, so I wasn’t sitting with the kids. As I watched the other performers, I kept checking on them and they were always looking right at the stage and enjoying the music. When Casey’s turn came, she jumped up and ran to the stage with a big smile on her face. She grabbed the microphone and looked at me as she waited for the music. As soon as it started, she started swaying back and forth and got really serious. This year, she really belted out her song so everyone could hear.

It’s funny. She loves singing on stage but those who know her well can see her nervousness. She doesn’t know what to do with her free hand and it moves constantly from rubbing her shirt to playing with the snap of her pants to going in her pocket. She loves what she is doing, but she is scared, too. And is brave enough to do something that scares her because she loves it so much. I wonder how many “typical” people can say that? How many of us really want to try something we love, but we are afraid to fail so we never try? Those performers that night were afraid – and they did it, anyway. They had all some type of disability, but they conquered their fears to try. We could learn something from them!

When she was finished, she didn’t wait for the applause. She smiled a beautiful smile, ran down from the stage and back to her seat – still excited and happy. And thinking of the milkshake she was sure she would get when it was over.

When they started announcing the winners, she was still smiling. I truly don’t know if she cares about winning (I know some of the performers do) but she was happy to go get her award and show everyone. She loved being in pictures and couldn’t stop smiling. I still think some of that smile was knowing that a milkshake was coming.

Later that night, after we had all settled down, I thought how far she had come. I know I tell you this often, but never, ever give up on your children. I don’t care how old they are or how severely they are affected by autism. You never know where they might go!

Who could have known that the little girl who screamed for hours at a time and beat her head on everything would one day be standing on stage singing a song she loved? The little girl who couldn’t sit in a gym with a crowd of people was now sitting in a huge crowd. That sweet child who couldn’t wait 10 seconds for help without screaming sat for 45 minutes waiting her turn to sing. The child who had only a few words was singing. (Though, to be honest, she was singing as a toddler, even when she couldn’t say Ma-Ma.)

And Rob…. he hates crowds. As a child, he had to have head phones on to be near crowds of people. He couldn’t wait for things to start as his anxiety would get to be too much and he would run away. He hated flashing lights and loud music. He paid little attention to Casey (even thought he followed Mandy everywhere – and still does! 🙂 ) He is learning to message people. He wanted to be there for Casey – to cheer her on – to hear her sing.

And I cried happy tears remembering. I remember the dark days when I was sure my life would be nothing but screams and bruises and anxiety and sleepless nights. I didn’t really have the time or energy to dream for either of them. I was too busy dealing with schools and IEP’s and therapies and everything else life threw at us. I didn’t give much thought to the future – or at least. not much farther than the next year’s IEP.

I know that your child may never sing on stage or sit in a crowd. (Honestly, Rob only did this for Casey!) He or she may not have a picture in an art show. But – your child may be the one to write the music – or the book – or the movie. Or they may the one to design a new bridge or a computer game. The point is – you don’t know what the future may hold. It’s hard to look ahead when right now is exhausting you. I get that. I really do.

I’m just asking you to not give up. Dream for your child when you can. Plan for your child every day. Sometimes, it’ll be one small step forward and three steps back. I get it. Don’t lose your hope – your faith. I’ve been told before to “fake it till you feel it” and it does work. Make yourself dream and feel hopeful. And maybe one day your child will be the one singing “You’ve Got to Stand for Something” in front of her family and friends. 🙂

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Autism, God and Faith

Autism, God and Faith

Casey and Rob went to a respite time this weekend so I was able to go to church with Mom and Dad. Casey was excited because she asked me Friday about getting a palm today and I was happy to give it to her when we got home from camp. But, as I was listening to the pastor, I remembered a book I read a few years ago about autism and God. I don’t know how you feel about God and faith and I am in no way trying to convince you to think like me. I am only sharing – just like always. 🙂

I read a book by a mom who was devastated because her child with autism wouldn’t be allowed to go to Heaven. Mind you, I had never considered my kids wouldn’t be able to go to Heaven. They don’t understand “sin” and both, especially Casey, talk about God, Jesus and Heaven. Rob focuses more on Baby Jesus and on his grandparents in Heaven.

Anyway, this mom wrote that because her child couldn’t confess her sins and ask God to forgive her, she would never be allowed in Heaven – she wasn’t saved. Honestly, I thought the mom was a nutcase, but it still bothered me a little that someone could think my kids are somehow less than good Christians, simply because they couldn’t speak like other people do. I tossed the book in the trash and hoped that the mom could find peace somehow.

Listening to the pastor talk about salvation today, I started thinking again about the people who can’t communicate and how many of the people in the church were talking about asking for forgiveness and salvation. I wondered if they would believe Casey and Rob would see them in Heaven – even if they couldn’t ask for salvation. I believed most would, but I’m also a realist and know that some people are set in their ways.

Several years ago, I wanted to get Baptized and have all three of the kids Baptized with me. In the church we went to at the time, Baptisms were always done in front of the congregation on Sunday mornings. I knew Rob would never be able to do that and even had doubts about Casey. I also knew there were people who wouldn’t believe it was a “real” Baptism because the kids weren’t able to actively participate.

I worked at the church at the time and approached the pastor about what could be done. Pastor Coralee simply said “We’ll do it however will make them comfortable.” And that was that. Mandy and I had several conversations with Pastor Coralee about our beliefs and I bought a children’s book to read to Casey and Rob about Baptism and what it meant.

Rob just thought we were going to take a shower at church (because we were going to be “clean”) and Casey didn’t say much. We decided to have an evening ceremony and to surprise my parents. They had no idea what we were doing that night – only that I had a meeting I needed them to be at. We also invited the kids’ “other” grandparents, Rick and Lyn. They knew what was happening. I ordered cupcakes and we made a real celebration of the event.

Casey and Rob were fine with getting water on their foreheads and Casey even said she was clean when it was done. I think everyone had tears in their eyes – we definitely shocked my parents, who arrived with pens and notebooks to take notes during the “meeting.” 🙂

In the days after our Baptism, I shared with Pastor Coralee the book I had read and asked what she thought. She knows the Bible forwards and backwards and I knew she would never lie to me about what she thought. I asked if she thought the kids would be kept from Heaven because they couldn’t ask God for forgiveness.

She sat quietly a minute and then simply said, “God made Casey and Rob in the image He wanted them. Why would He punish them for being who He wanted them to be by keeping them from joining Him in Heaven?” That was exactly how I felt, but it was wonderful to hear our pastor shared my feelings. 🙂 I hope she knows how happy her words made me that day. I doubt she even remembers it, but I do.

For many of us, worrying about Heaven is not something we have much time for. There are behaviors to deal with and doctors and therapies and school and insurance companies and groceries and jobs and….. the list goes on. But, if the thought ever crossed your mind about your child, remember what our pastor said. Your child is exactly as God wanted him/her to be!

Again, I am no way saying you need to share our faith. There were many times that the only prayer I could manage was “Please, God” before I broke into tears. But I know He heard what I couldn’t say and He’s given me a lot of strength over the years. God knows what is in your heart, even when you can’t say the words. You need to believe however feels right to you – whatever gives you the strength you need to take care of you and your family.

Autism is tough at times. You need to lean on others, whether it is friends, family or God. Let yourself ask for help when you need it. 🙂

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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 and a Birthday Week

Autism and a Birthday Week

Casey loves birthdays. She loves to know everyone’s birthdays and can still tell me the birthdays of children in her preschool class! (thanks to her autism!) She hears someone’s birthday once and she doesn’t forget. It took me years (and sometimes, she still asks!) to get her to understand that we are not celebrating every birthday she knows, nor are we going to find those people and intrude on their celebrations.

As much as she loves other people’s birthday, nothing compares to the excitement she feels when it is HER day! She reminds me as soon as Mandy’s birthday is over in February that she is next. She doesn’t countdown – she just says “Casey will be 31 March 22.” Over and over… and she will make a list of what she wants. And where she wants to eat it. Everything must happen. This year, though, we saw that as excited as she is, she is willing for changes to happen.

My dad’s birthday is the day after hers and we have always had two celebrations. We wanted her to have her special day and even when we talked about combining them in other years, Casey wasn’t happy about it. Grandpa’s birthday was not the same day as hers and shouldn’t be celebrated on her day. (We always have her birthday party on her day – she can’t grasp doing it another day.) This year, she was okay with celebrating both together! It was a huge step for her!

She was a little concerned about how many candles we would need, as she said she needed 31 and Grandpa needed 74 (at which point Rob spoke up and said “105” and completely shocked me. He never talks about math and didn’t like it in school… this is just more proof they know more than they tell us and we should never doubt their abilities!). I told her we were absolutely not going to light 105 candles (though, now…. I kind of wish we did! 🙂 ) and she laughed. She has been okay with fewer candles on her cake for a few years – as long as she gets to blow them out and have everyone (including herself!) sing to her.

Another change this year was she decided she wanted “banilla pie with bananas” instead of cake! I was amazed she wanted pie instead of the traditional cake which usually has a Sesame Street character on it. I bought the ingredients for her pie (banana creme! lol) but was sure I would be making another trip to the store for cake stuff. She never changed her mind. She did keep reminding me that she wanted a new Ernie, summer PJ’s and money to go shopping. 🙂

She was up before dawn on her birthday. When I went to get her up, she bounced to me for a hug (WOW!) as I sang Happy Birthday to her. She had the sweetest smile on her face and couldn’t wait to start her day. They had her favorite doughnuts for breakfast and off to Hopewell.

As soon as they got home, she said she wanted McDonald’s for supper. I reminded her we could go anywhere (can you guess who didn’t really want that?? 😉 ) but she insisted. Mandy and Cory came for supper and then it was a waiting game until Grandma and Grandpa, Uncle Jeff, Aunt Angela, Lacey and Anna arrived. She was so happy to open presents – to find Sesame Street coloring books and books, summer PJ’s and money. Then…. Ernie!! She lit up when she saw how big he is and named him “Da Biggest Ernie” But, even better – Mandy and Cory bought her Elmo Fatheads (giant wall stickers) She wasn’t sure what they were at first, but was thrilled it was Elmo. Now he is all over her walls and she giggles when she thinks about that.

The funny thing is, once she had her pie (and a piece of Grandpa’s cake) she disappeared into her room. To her, her birthday was done. She didn’t care that her guests were still there, nor did she wait for good-byes from them. She had been running on excitement all day and she needed down time. She was happily folding socks as everyone left. Life is simply good.

I am still surprised that she was okay with sharing her party with Grandpa. (She did insist on seeing him on his birthday, which was no big deal. 🙂 ) I am surprised that Rob did that math. I am surprised that she asked for money to go shopping. I am completely in shock that she read every birthday wish she got on my personal Facebook page and our autism one. She carefully took my phone and slowly scrolled through them all. She loved seeing the GIF’s and the little pictures that people added to their comments. That was the first time she has ever shown any interest.

Autism constantly surprises me. Not always in as good of ways as this week, to be sure, but life is certainly never boring. Never, ever give up that your child will learn something new – that he/she will grow and change. You can’t possibly know the future. Keep your faith and enjoy every little surprise that comes your way.

By the way – Casey told me this morning that Grandpa’s birthday is all done… and it’s only 364 days (next year is Leap Year) until her birthday again and she will be 32. 🙂 🙂

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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 My Biggest Regret

Autism and My Biggest Regret

Every parent has regrets. Some big ones and some small ones that no one else may ever think about. As an autism mom, I have many regrets – things I wish I had handled differently – therapies I wish I had tried – not spending enough time with each of the kids. But my biggest regret still haunts me. Not every day, but often enough that it really gets to me some days. I can’t change I how I feel, even as I know I’m too hard on myself at times.

I’ve shared before that Casey was four when she was officially diagnosed. It had taken a year to get to this point, but other people knew something was up even before that. She was my first child and the only little one I had ever really been around, so I had no idea what she should be doing. She was never sick, so she got all of her check-ups at the well child clinic in our town. Maybe if I had taken her to the doctor, instead, she would have gotten help sooner. Or maybe not. Autism wasn’t well-known in the late 80’s – early 90’s.

When we finally saw the neurologist, I already knew she had autism. I had read a book by a mom with a daughter with autism and Casey did many of the same habits. But still, who can know for sure?

So, at this appointment, the doctor asked a few questions and observed Casey. When he said he was pretty sure she had autism, I just nodded. There was nothing else to say. Then he told me of a “wonderful book” about autism that I needed to read and said it would help answer all of my questions.

I bought the book right away and highlighted parts of it as I read. As I read, I was also taking care of newborn Rob and toddler Mandy, plus Casey was in preschool. And I got so depressed. This book told me she would never talk. Never be potty trained. Never be able to love. And on and on about the “nevers.” It didn’t mention sensory issues or so many other things that people on the spectrum may have.

Now, I know that there just weren’t many books about autism written at that time. It wasn’t as wide-spread as it is today. It probably was a great book at some point. I still hate it – because that book didn’t say anything about sensory issues. And I wonder, if I had had a clue what she was going through, could I have been a better mom? Maybe, my biggest regret wouldn’t be getting so frustrated with my sweet child.

I had no idea that her clothes might be causing her pain. I had no idea that sounds were causing her pain. I didn’t know that when I left the room, she thought i was gone forever. I didn’t know her screams were anything more than a tantrum because she wasn’t getting her way – even when I could find no reason for her to be mad.

I didn’t know that she desperately needed her routine so she could keep her sensory issues under control. I didn’t know she couldn’t sleep because she was too hot or too cold. I didn’t know she needed a ton of blankets to feel safe so she could sleep. I didn’t know getting her hair washed hurt her ears. I didn’t know the shower caused her pain. The list goes on and on. It doesn’t matter to me that I understand all of this now. It matters that I didn’t know then – and I couldn’t help her.

Her meltdowns started at school before at home. I’m sure it was because there were more expectations of her there and she couldn’t communicate what was wrong. I could guess at home and try to help her before the screams started. Mandy was also really good at guessing what Casey needed. (Another regret – Mandy had to be a big sister to Casey and Rob way too much.)

When her sensory issues really kicked in, the meltdowns began at home, too. But I didn’t know why she was screaming – only that she would be out of control for hours. I couldn’t comfort her. Most of the time, she had no idea I was even there as she screamed. She didn’t want my hugs. She didn’t want me to talk to her. She simply screamed. I made it worse by trying to help her.

And now my biggest regret. I got mad at her. Sometimes, I yelled. Sometimes, I slammed doors and cried. I don’t regret crying. I regret that I got mad at my sweet little child who needed my help – and I didn’t know it. I regret that I didn’t know enough to help her. I regret praying that Rob wouldn’t be like her. It’s a terrible thing for a mom to think. I should have been more patient. I should have been more understanding. I should have just sat quietly and waited for her to calm down, come over and lean on me.

I didn’t and I can’t change that. Could have. Should have. Would have. The definitions of regrets. I try not to dwell on it. I look at how much she has grown and changed. I want to find the author of that book and tell him he’s an idiot. But maybe he didn’t know any better, either.

By the way, I still have that book. It’s still the scariest book I’ve ever read. But, every time I see it, I know how far we have come and know that no one can EVER know what the future holds. It reminds me to always have faith and hope. Please, if you remember nothing else you read here today, please remember that. Never, ever give up on your child. The future is ours.

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Autism and Adulthood – It Doesn’t End at 18

Autism and Adulthood - It Doesn't End at 18

I’ve seen several comments lately about services for people with autism after they become adults. It seems that many have the idea that once a child reaches the age of adulthood, the autism goes away and services are no longer needed. It is a terrifying reality.

When children are diagnosed, schools (or early intervention programs, depending on the age of the child) are responsible for providing the child with the services they need. The speech therapy, occupational therapy – whatever the team decides they need are arranged and usually provided by the school district. Parents can work, knowing their child is safe (usually!) at school.

But then. the child turns 18. In some states, the schools still have to provide services for that child until the age of 22. I know some families have taken advantage of this in my area because their child enjoyed school. For us, finishing school was a milestone. Casey participated in her class graduation, but Rob didn’t. They both received a diploma, not a certificate of attendance. (Thanks to hardworking teachers!! 🙂 )

When Casey was a sophomore, we began to talk about what she would do after graduation. Our county board of DD had a sheltered workshop and I knew many of the people who worked there. She visited a few times and seemed to like it. In her junior year, she went to the workshop on Fridays and the high school the rest of the week for the first semester and went two days a week the second semester.

Her senior year, she started at both places. The first semester, she went to school Monday, Wednesday and Friday and the workshop Tuesday and Thursday. The second semester, we switched and she was at the workshop more. When she graduated, she began attending the workshop full time.

Rob didn’t need as much transitioning because he was already familiar with Hopewell from Casey being there. He started in the second semester of his junior year and we followed the same schedule as Casey his senior year. When he graduated, he went with Casey full time to the workshop.

They both enjoyed the opportunities there and even made a little money doing piecework. Neither of them understood the idea of working for a paycheck and despite my best efforts, the check they got never meant money to them. Money (besides 3 quarters every morning!) still means little to them. They both know they need it to buy what they want, but have no idea how to get it (besides Mom’s purse! 🙂 )

We are lucky. There are several day habs in my area that provide day services to adults with special needs. I haven’t checked into the other ones, as the kids are happy where they are. Some offer small jobs where the adults can earn money. We also have a county board that does their best to make sure adults with special needs are taken care of and their wants and needs fulfilled.

Again, I am lucky. Casey and Rob have no desire for a job. So many adults with autism want a job – to have a group of friends – to make their own money – to live on their own. Casey and Rob do not have these desires. To be happy, they want to see people they love. Go for hikes with Tracie. Go shopping. Volunteer. Things that are easy for me (right now, anyway!) to provide.

But for many adults with autism, obtaining what they need is a bigger fight than getting services in school. Social security benefits can be difficult to get. Guardianship cases have to be decided. Finding a place to live if living with family is no longer possible. Finding someone to stay with the adult while families work or need respite is hard. (My parents and Tracie are my kids’ respite providers – I worry what will happen when my parents are no longer able to help. Finding people you can trust to be in your home with your child is scary as hell.) Trying to get waiver services. This list goes on and on and often, there is no one to help the family get through the process. (We have a service and support person through our county board of DD).

Sometimes, the problem isn’t money, but that there are simply no services available. There is a desperate need for providers, both in residential centers and home based. It takes a special type of person to work with people with disabilities. Many think they can and find out quickly that they can’t handle it. I often think I should get my certificate to provide services, but I’m not sure I can handle it. When I worked in the preschool for children with autism, there were many days that I came home exhausted and had to deal with autism at home, too. I loved my job and hated when it ended, but there were some tough days. I’m just not sure I want to do that again.

Some families are just looking for a place for their loved one while the family is at work. They don’t care about money – they just need a safe place. Not working is rarely an option for most families, especially if the adult with autism is not getting any disability benefits. Fighting for school services is nothing like arguing with Social Security that your child is an adult and that the autism did not go away. You have to prove it. You have to find doctor reports from when your child was much younger. If you are just starting on this autism journey, please, do yourself a favor and start a file. Save everything – you will need it someday!

My advice is to get help from your county board of developmental disabilities. If you don’t have one, contact your state board. Start making plans while your child is still in high school and you have that team to help you search for services. Find a lawyer to help with guardianship. Get on waiting lists for services, even if you aren’t sure you will need them. I know the last thing you want to do is have something else to deal with. You are tired. You are stressed. You are just done with autism.

But, if you don’t start planning early, your child will graduate and suddenly, you have nothing ready. You still have to work and you have no one to stay with your adult child. Trust me – a little stress now is better than a huge stress later. Get help before you need it. Look for places for your child to go. Ask other parents what they do or where they got help. (Often, other local families are your best source of information – a sort of “been there, done that” group!)

Although the future scares me a lot, I try not to dwell on it. Instead, I try to be more like Casey and Rob. Happy with simple things. Laughing for no reason. Being honest. Getting excited about Santa and the Easter Bunny. Pure joy at seeing their favorite people. Enjoying helping other people. Adults with autism can bring a special magic to the life of anyone they are around.