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Autism and a Rough Week

Autism and a Rough Week

I am still a firm believer that whoever decided we need to change the clocks twice a year need to live with a person with autism for a week after their decision and see just how much it messes up lives. It’s been a rough week here (and I’ve heard from other moms that their weeks haven’t been very good, either). I wish I could completely blame our week on the time change, but unfortunately, I think it’s more that I missed signs that Rob and Casey needed help.

I mentioned last week about Casey’s behaviors being out of control a few evenings and that she is just on edge. She is doing better, but is still fixating on things. She wants laundry done every day. She wants her PJs in the bathroom as soon as she gets up in the mornings. She is getting up in the middle of the night to put the clothes she is planning on wearing in the bathroom. It’s been getting worse and I just missed it.

Rob has been slowly changing. He’s a louder at home and needs his verbal stims to calm his anxiety. Unfortunately for the rest of us, he needs to yell some of his phrases at certain points. He’s anxious and obsessed about getting things to cut and rip up which caused issues at his day hab. He wants tight hugs – and to be left alone. And it all happened so slowly, I missed it.

I’ll admit – I’ve been too focused on my own grief and the pain in my foot. I just missed the signs that Casey and Rob needed help, especially Rob. Yes, he got louder, but it didn’t seem to be too bad. Casey is more obvious when she needs help – Rob withdraws. And I didn’t see it.

After the issues at his day hab, I realized that he has been struggling for weeks, too. He may not be able to voice his grief and anxiety about losing the baby, but he feels it – and he definitely knows that I’ve been crying. Everyone around him has been upset for over a month. He is so sensitive to what people around him are feeling – I was just dumb for not realizing he was feeling it, too. It breaks my heart that I didn’t realize it. If it hadn’t been for autism, he would have been able to share his feelings. And some days, autism just sucks.

At their last doctor visit, we made the decision to reduce meds for each of them. It was the right decision at the time and they were doing well. We lost Raylan less than two weeks later. I should have immediately bumped their meds back up, but honestly, I just didn’t think of it. I didn’t think of much of anything that week but just getting through. I couldn’t see Mandy and Cory (no visitors at the hospital) and they were all I could think about.

A few days ago, I put them back on their full doses of meds. Casey said she was okay with her little pill, but I can see she isn’t. While I know it takes a while for Rob’s to build back up (and his reduction was much larger than hers!) he seems more like himself already. He is sleeping better and that will help if nothing else. He even happily put on a new shirt (a hoodie – I haven’t seen him in a hoodie since he was a little guy!) and smiled for our family pictures yesterday. He even seemed to enjoy it.

I’m sure we still have some rough times coming, but I do think this is the best for both of them right now. I can try to reduce their meds again in January or February, when life settles down a little and our loss is a little less painful. Trying new doses or medications is never a favorite or easy thing to do. It’s so hard to know if any changes that are seen are from the medication or just life itself. It’s always a guessing game – a gamble. But one that is necessary in our lives.

I know many people are completely against giving their child medicine for behaviors or anxiety. I understand that, but – would you withhold medication for a heart problem or diabetes? It’s the same thing – their body needs help and as their parent, you need to understand that your child on medication is not an issue of bad parenting, but rather a body that needs help. I am in no way saying medication is always the best choice, but if you have exhausted every other option, don’t refuse to consider it.

Casey and Rob are both happier when their meds are working. They both know their pills help them and will just stare at me if their pills aren’t ready for them at the expected times. They may not be able to verbally tell me, but their actions let me know. And that’s all I need.

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Autism and Awesome Surprises

Autism and Awesome Surprises

This has been an up and down week. I ended up in a boot for an injury from a few months ago, Casey had a really rough evening a few nights ago, today was supposed to be the baby shower and the time change. Despite all of that, I just had something happen that proves again that autism can always surprise you in good ways!

Rob has had a few loud days this week, but nothing that would make me want to increase his meds back to what they were. But, my little guy has shown his sense of humor, his wonderful singing voice and an even better surprise this week, too!

One day when I went to pick them up, a staff person came out with them, so I knew something had happened. It turns out Rob had taken a deck of cards and wouldn’t give them back to staff. I looked at him, said “give me the cards” and he opened his lunch box and handed them to me. I was surprised he handed them over so quickly, but didn’t really think much about it beyond maybe he was growing up a little.

Until we got home and he rushed to his room – to pout, I assumed. When I noticed he hadn’t even stopped to get his pills and snack, I peeked in his room to see him dump out another (bigger!) deck of cards! The little turkey happily gave me the smaller set and kept the larger one for himself. While I did take them away and told him he had to take them back the next morning, I had to giggle to myself that he thought things through so quickly that he kept the larger one for himself and handed over the smaller deck. That’s a lot to think through – especially when I was waiting for him to hand the cards over in the parking lot. 🙂

As we were coming home one evening, Alabama’s “Dancing, Shagging on the Boulevard” was on the radio and Casey and Rob were both dancing in the car. When we got home, I heard Rob singing “Dancing, shaking that big ole barn!” 🙂 He rarely sings when I can hear him and I wish he would do it more – he has a beautiful singing voice – just like Casey does! 🙂

But, really, the coolest thing of all just happened a little while ago. Every year, I struggle to think of what he might like for Christmas. He will only say he wants “presents” with no comments beyond that. So, I guess what might make him happy and hope for the best. Today, though – today! He wrote a letter to Santa! The first one he’s ever written! I’m so excited and happy. It took 29 years – but it did happen!

And this proves what I’ve been saying for years – you never know when something will click and your child will have a new skill! It’s hard to be patient. It’s hard to keep going over and over and over the same things every day and not be exhausted. It’s hard not to be impatient and discouraged. I get it. I struggle with that every day, too, but it’s days like today that remind me all of that hard work is worth it. Honestly, Rob didn’t see the big deal in writing his letter – he looked at me like I had lost my mind. (And yeah – he might be close to the truth there! 🙂 )

And now, something else. Casey is struggling. Today was supposed to be Raylan’s baby shower and she’s having a hard time with not being an auntie today or having the shower. She had a major meltdown a few nights ago and is close to one again. She is laying on the couch listening to Christmas music as she tries not to cry. Rob just came in and sat down close to her and said, “It’s alright, Casey. It’s okay, Casey.” I could cry – usually when she’s upset, he laughs at her and says something like “no fits, Casey!” just to make her even angrier.

So please – keep dreaming for your child. Keep fighting for what they need. Keep your faith that one day, they will gain the skills that you are working on so hard right now. You never know when your surprise will come!

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Autism and Self Care

Autism and Self – Care

Those of you who read last week’s post know what the last month or so has been like for our family. And in the middle of our grief, self-care has become even more important – and the first thing that I stop doing.

When you have a child with special needs, that child (or children!) can become the only thing you think about. Your life revolves around what you want for that child and, sometimes, even your other children suffer for that. While I don’t think I ever focused so much on Casey and Rob that Mandy suffered, I know there were times that she didn’t get the attention she deserved. I know even more that I didn’t focus on myself enough at times and I burned out. Luckily, my family stepped in to take over for a few hours and let me regroup and recharge.

The thing is, self-care looks different for everyone. For some people, being with a lot of people helps. For others, large groups are too tiring (that’s me!). You will need to find your own way to take care of yourself.

I’m struggling to make decisions and I know it’s because of my grief. I know I need to make choices soon and my head is too fuzzy to think which choice would be best for us. The gray, rainy days are definitely not helping me, either. I need to start looking for a new job, soon, but the thought of trying to make arrangements for Casey and Rob every day again is just too much for me to deal with right now. I can’t even think what I should do. So, I’m going to take a deep breath and focus just on the next hour. Write this, take a shower, make lunch.

And then I’ll figure out what to do next. I have a list of things that need done around the house, but I’m going to focus on me and what I need right now. I know it sounds selfish, but I also know it’s what is best for me – and that means for Casey and Rob, too. I can’t be the mom they need if I’m falling apart – so me, first.

Self-care for me today might be finishing a puzzle I’ve been working on. Maybe taking a nap. Or making a Christmas wreath. Maybe I’ll finally start the book that has been sitting here for weeks. Maybe I’ll put a Christmas tree up and enjoy the bright colors. Or maybe I’ll call Tracie and talk for a few hours. All of these sound good to me right now. The best thing is, I don’t have to decide right now. My motto lately has been if I don’t need a decision this second, it can wait. I don’t care about most things right now – only my family.

For you, self care can be anything that makes you feel calm and happy. Exercising is a good one (I enjoy that – it’s great for stress relief, too!). Sleep is another. Maybe it’s a hobby you haven’t made time to enjoy in a while. Maybe it’s finding someone to watch your child while you soak in a hot bath or enjoy some online shopping. You know what makes you happy. The problem is – you let everyone else be more important than you.

And that’s going to cause problems. I guarantee you will crash at some point. I don’t know how or when, but you will. It won’t be pretty – and it can be avoided if you take care of yourself now! Before it’s too late. Please, let someone else handle things for a few minutes and do something you love. It’s not just important for you – it’s desperately important for your child, too. Like I always share – you can’t be what your child needs if you burnout.

It’s a hard lesson to learn and one I still struggle with at times. It’s hard to be selfish about doing what you love when so many other things are pulling at you. But, in this case, being selfish is what you need to be. It won’t matter tomorrow if the house is dusty or the dishes still need washed. It will matter if you are crying in bed and unable to get up because you are just done.

Focus on you – just for a little while. I promise you – life will be easier if you do.

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Autism and Grief

Autism and Grief

A few weeks ago, I got a call that no parent or grandparent wants to get. The baby that we had been dreaming for and talking about for six months had passed away. Rob hadn’t fully gotten the idea that a baby was coming at Christmas, while Casey was very much looking forward to being an “auntie” and to the baby shower that was planned. I am still struggling at times to believe that my grandson is truly gone.

The first few days after the call were the worst. Rob was scared that Mandy and Cory were in heaven, too, while Casey couldn’t understand why I was crying when Heaven is such a happy place to be in. She also thought that only old people went to Heaven – she never knew that a baby could go, too. The more I cried, the more upset they became, so I struggled to hide my tears from them – to be strong and make sure they understood that Mandy and Cory were okay and that they were safe.

Rob asked if I was sick. Casey wanted to know if she could be an auntie another day. Rob wanted to see Mandy and Cory. Casey wanted to talk about the baby in the only way she could – by telling me everyone else who is Heaven. I listened and assured both of them that I was okay, just sad – that everyone was just very sad and that it was okay for us to cry.

For people with autism, it can be very hard to understand emotions – especially strong ones like grief. They may react in ways that most people believe are inappropriate, such as giggling or smiling. Casey will do this at times when someone is sad or mad. She gets nervous and laughs. If this happens to someone you know, it’s best to not react to it. They can’t help being nervous and if you call attention to it, the nervousness will only get worse.

If you have to tell someone with autism about a person passing away, be sure you know what you believe before you tell them. Our family believes in God and Heaven and I share that with Casey and Rob all the time. They don’t understand why no one who goes to Heaven comes back – they believe it’s a real place, like to visit on vacation. When I had to tell them the baby was gone, I told them he went to Heaven and that I was sad because I missed him.

Please don’t use phrases to avoid saying someone had died. Never say a person “went to sleep” and isn’t coming back. You are just asking for trouble – your child may never sleep because of the fear they will go away and not come back. And don’t avoid telling your child someone has passed away. Your child will notice the absence and may start to believe they were bad, so the other person has decided not to visit them. It seems silly to us, but to someone with communication issues, it may seem perfectly reasonable.

Have an honest talk with your child, even if the discussion is just you talking. Your child understands more than you know. It won’t be an easy talk to have. Let yourself cry if you need to. It’s okay for your child to see you upset. Be ready for some anxiety on their part. Maybe questions. Maybe tears. Remember that grief hits people differently and whatever reaction they have is okay. Remember to take care of yourself, too, and allow yourself to grieve.

Hug your family tighter. Tell everyone you care about that you love them.

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Autism and Fun at the Fair

Autism and Fun at the Fair

Finally! The day Casey has been waiting for for two years! They got to go to our county fair Friday and ride till they dropped. She was so upset last year when the fair was canceled and has been asking about this year since last fall. Even Thursday evening, she wanted to be sure it was still happening.

We usually go on Sunday morning and beat the crowd, but with the rain predicted today, I surprised them and we went Friday. It was the perfect day – not many people and a beautiful day to be outside. We had a few minor bumps (the rides didn’t open when I was told they would so we had to kill an hour wandering around – Rob’s least favorite thing to do!)

He has two reasons to go to the fair. Ride until I say we have to leave and to get some French fries. He doesn’t care about other “fair” food (he will eat some of it, but he doesn’t go to the fair for anything but to ride!) He couldn’t tell me, but I know he was disappointed that neither of his two favorite rides were there. He hates heights, so that eliminated two other rides (though I can’t figure out why it’s okay to be high if you are being spun like a top!) so really there are only four rides that he enjoys. That’s okay – he got spun until I thought I would get sick.

Yep – I spent my time safely on the ground, trying to remember if I ever really liked rides. I don’t mind some of them, but I hate heights and spinning makes me sick. But – as I watched them, I couldn’t help but think of the way it used to be taking them to the fair. Casey never darted away at the fair, but because she did so often in other places, I was scared to death she would there, too. Rob darted away. He hated crowds and noise, but he loved the rides and he was fast – so, so fast.

It’s crazy. I don’t know why I did this, but when they were little, we spent hours there. So many hours…. and why? Part of it was Mandy, of course. She liked more about the fair than just the rides. And, for the most part, Casey and Rob would take breaks from rides to walk around a while. Rob has just matured to the point that he knows what he wants and truly sees no reason to be there if it’s not to ride. 🙂 I finally realized it was fine to go home when they needed to go. I could always take Mandy back to have fun with her friends.

Casey likes to ride, but she’ll look around, too. Not because she is very interested in it, but because that’s what she has decided you are “supposed” to do, but only with certain people and at certain times. When she is with Rob and me, rides are all that’s important. The crowds and noise start bothering them and we leave. I can see the signals of overload. Their eyes look dull instead of happy. They are shutting down. Time to go.

For the last several years, Rob isn’t ready to stop riding when she is. Usually, we compromise with two more rides, then fries and home and he’s okay with that. Casey is a little more able to know when she’s reaching her limit and wants to leave. He is just so happy about the rides and the sensory input he gets, it takes him a little longer to be done.

I am so proud of how well they did. They both stayed right with me and waited patiently for their turn to get on rides. I was even able to have them sit at a picnic table while I walked about 15 feet away to get their drinks. When they were little, I never dreamed that day would come. When they couldn’t wait in lines…. when they didn’t want to leave…. when they would run from me. It’s all so different now. Remember us when you are feeling like things will never change. They do!

Rob even asked for the fair again yesterday. The only thing he asks about is Hopewell – for him to ask to go to the fair again is huge to me. The weather today is preventing a return trip, but hopefully, they’ll get there one evening this week and enjoy more spinning and swooping.

Casey loves the fair for many reasons, but mostly, it’s because that’s what you are supposed to do the first Sunday of October. She does enjoy the rides, but again, she enjoys it because she loves going anywhere. For Rob, the fair is different. He craves the sensory input from the rides. All of that spinning is calming to him. It feeds his proprioceptive needs unlike anything else. As fast as I can spin him in a swing, it’s nothing compared to those rides. He loves the way those spins make him feel. I keep telling our neighbor I’m going to purchase one of those giant swinging boats for our backyards. Rob needs that in ways I can’t understand. I only know how different he is after a few hours of it. Calm. Happy. Relaxed. I love seeing him like that.

If you are planning a day out with your child, I highly suggest you take a picture of your child with your phone as soon as you get there in case he/she does dart away, you will have a picture to show people to help find them. Also, you can safety pin a tag on the back of your child’s shirt with your phone number on it (Many kids won’t like this – you may have to get creative about where you put a tag) You can also purchase necklaces or bracelets, if your child will wear them, before you go with vital information.

And I love spending a day like this with them. It’s a dream I wasn’t sure would ever happen. I don’t take days like this for granted. Autism taught me that – take nothing for granted and enjoy it all! 🙂

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What I Wish I had Known as a New Autism Mom

What I Wish I had Known as a New Autism Mom
What I Wish I had Known as a New Autism Mom

Later this week, I’ll be taking Casey and Rob to their annual neurology appointment. I just realized that I have been making this trip – two hours from home – for 29 years. Casey was 4 when she was officially diagnosed and I was nine months pregnant with Rob. For the first two years, I had to take Casey every six months, then, when things got especially crazy for her, we went every three months for two years. By the time Rob was diagnosed, we were back to once a year.

I was thinking about the mom I was way back then. I remember being in the doctor’s office and not being too upset when he said “autism.” I had a pretty good idea before we went and, honestly, my biggest concern was to make it home without going into labor. She wasn’t sick, she wasn’t in pain. How bad could autism be? (remember – this was before everyone knew someone with autism and not much information was available anywhere!)

Casey was already in speech and a special needs preschool so there wasn’t much I could have changed. She adored Mandy and she loved her teachers. She was fearless. At that point, she just wouldn’t say much. Again – how bad could autism be?

If I could talk to that young mom from back then, I have so many things to tell her.

I would tell her that there would be days that autism would suck. That there would be days she would sit on the kitchen floor and cry from exhaustion. That sensory meltdowns would be terrible – that she would feel helpless and alone as she tried to help her beautiful little girl.

I would tell her that autism is amazing. That every day, she would find something to be happy about. That she would never take for granted a smile or a hug. That she would be happy with any words – even the ones that Casey shouldn’t say, just because she was talking! I would tell her she is stronger than she thought.

I would tell her that there are more good people than bad in this world, but that bad people are louder and meaner than she could imagine. I would tell her that standing up for her daughter would be hard and she would make people mad – but she would learn to not care. I would tell her that, even as she hated being “that mom”, people would come to respect her strength for fighting for her kids.

I would tell her that it doesn’t matter what others think. That Casey had every right to go places and try new things – and if someone didn’t like it, tough. I would tell her to not be embarrassed about autism. That she should live her life as she wanted and show Casey a world that wasn’t quite ready for her.

I would tell her she would experience lows that she wouldn’t think she could get through – but she would. I would tell her the happy times would far outweigh the bad, even when she felt the bad times would never end. I would tell her to keep dreaming for Casey, Mandy and Rob – that they would be fine.

I would tell her to ask for help when she needed it – that it’s good to be strong, but it’s okay to need help, too. I would remind her that her family was only a phone call away – she just needed to pick up the phone and ask. I would tell her that she can’t imagine the hurts that she will have to deal with – but that she would deal with them and move on…. stronger and happier than ever.

I would tell her that the struggles would be worth it. That she can handle anything. That when she worries, it’s worries that Casey and Rob don’t care about. I would tell her that Casey and Rob (and Mandy!) would struggle, but she will be able to help them. She will teach them strength and resilience and kindness and fun. She will laugh with them – she will be messy with them. Most importantly, I would tell that young mom that her kids will be okay. They will be amazing.

I would tell her that professionals aren’t always right – she will know her child better than anyone. It will be hard to stand up to them, but she can do it!

And that’s what I want all new autism parents to know. You will struggle. You will cry. You will be furious and hurt and tired and stressed. You will also be blessed to be able to be grateful for the little things in life. You will see the magic in every day, because your child will show you. It may be hard to see at times, but you will learn to see the love and you will know that through everything else, autism won’t define your child any more than the color of their hair.

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Autism and Letting Go of Expectations

Autism and Letting Go of Expectations

The title may throw you off a little. Before anyone thinks I’ve lost my mind and am letting Casey and Rob run the house, the expectations I’m talking about are the ones everyone has about what a happy life looks like. Autism changes your perspective, but not always quickly.

Many people seem to think a happy life is one with lots of stuff, lots of travel, lots of people around. Big, fancy parties for birthdays and expensive presents for Christmas.

Let me paint another picture for you. Yesterday was Rob’s 29th birthday. I am a birthday person. I love celebrating the person that day – not always huge things, but things to make sure that person knows they are loved and special. With autism, I had to let go of my idea of the perfect birthday and change it to fit Casey and Rob’s needs and wants.

If you ask Rob, my guess is, if he was able to say the words, yesterday was perfect to him. He got to sleep in as long as he wanted. He had his favorite doughnut for breakfast. He had nuggets and watermelon for lunch. He went to Mandy and Cory’s house.

He chose KFC for supper. He had presents that he loved (foam to cut, cards to rip, a new sign, new headphones, McD card and money) and people he loves to have cupcakes with him. He sang “Happy Birthday” to himself. And then he disappeared into his room for quiet time.

For him, it was perfect.

Before autism, I dreamed of parties with lots of kids, lots of noise, games… You know what I mean. After autism, I struggled to change my dreams into a happy reality for Casey and Rob. When they were little, their cousins came to their birthdays, but it wasn’t the same. I dreamed of friends for them.

Mandy had a few parties with friends and Casey and Rob were always included. But I wondered – did they ever wonder why she had so many friends and they didn’t? Did they feel lonely? Casey has always been more self-confident and has never seemed to care about having friends. As long as she gets to go places, she is happy. (and by places, I mean – to the park to walk or to the pool – nothing too fancy 🙂 ) Rob has always wanted the approval of others. And still does – that’s why anxiety is such an issue for him.

Autism will change your idea of what is fun, too. If you let it, autism can be an amazing teacher. Living with it will show you that what kind of car you drive isn’t important, as long as it gets you where you want to go. It will teach you that new and different foods aren’t that important and that there is comfort in sameness. Autism will slow your life down. You will learn to love and brag about the smallest steps forward your child takes – and you will appreciate those steps more than many “typical” parents will, simply because you know the struggle it took to get there.

My expectations of huge birthday parties has changed. Holidays are different than I thought they would be when I had kids. I don’t take long vacations anywhere. I don’t have a date when I will be “free” and the kids living on their own. I know every one of you has dreams for your child – expectations you planned on. Maybe you thought you would be sitting in the stands watching your child play football. Maybe you thought your child would take center stage in a musical. Don’t give up those dreams, entirely – just adjust them. I constantly tell people they have no idea what life will be like for their child. You simply can’t know. You do your best with the information you have and you move on.

I never want you to give up on your child. Push them to try new things – to look away from the iPad – to taste a new food – to wear a new shirt. Small things add up quickly.

But – I also don’t want your expectations of what life would be like for your child to get in the way of what an amazing life you can have with autism. Autism is tough – you will never hear me say it’s easy. There are days you will want to cry and scream and give up. I know that. But – there is something good in every day, if you can stop the tears long enough to really look. Change your expectations of what a happy child looks like and you may see that your child is very happy right now. And if your child is happy, you have done a wonderful job as a parent. Pat yourself on the back!

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Autism and Going Back to School

Autism and Going Back to School

Mandy wasn’t always happy about going back to school, but for the most part, Casey and Rob were. Rob wasn’t happy when he had to go for two years without his sisters, but he loved his teacher and the aides in the classroom, so it wasn’t much of a battle. But – for me, as happy as I was to have some breathing time alone, it was scary, nerve-wracking and intense. Honestly, I worried just as much about Mandy as Casey and Rob.

They had aides and I knew their teachers well. Because of their autism, people were always watching out for them (the fact that Casey run off the school playground more than once made everyone aware that she needed eyes on her at all times – and they just assumed Rob would be the same way!) but Mandy – she was so little and so alone. She knew kids in her class and I was on the PTO so was in her school often, but still…. I worried about her.

So I’m sure you are feeling it – whether you are a teacher, an aide or a parent – back to school nerves. I won’t lie – I’m relieved it’s not me, anymore! We were lucky and only had one teacher that caused major issues and another that was a pain in the butt, but by then, someone like her couldn’t phase me. 🙂 Rob always had amazing teachers and aides. Mandy has said the school district decided they didn’t want to deal with me anymore, so they put him with teachers I knew and liked. I seriously doubt it, but – I was never shy about fighting for the kids, so maybe…. 🙂

Anyway – my best advice for back to school with autism.

  1. Prepare your child. Only you know the best way to do this for your child. For us, I made paper chains to count down the days until school. Casey understood the calendar, but Rob still can’t be bothered to look at one, so this was a good visual for him. I talked about school all the time and made sure they were with me to pick out supplies – not just to prepare them for school, but so they could get exactly the back pack and lunch box they wanted.
  2. Prepare the teacher. If your child has had this teacher before, obviously, this is an easy one. You can simply update the teacher with any new quirks your child has developed. If you have never had this teacher, then make a list. Yes, you will have back to school paperwork to fill out, but this is different. Write down what your child is afraid of – loud sounds? the restroom? crowds? storms? Write down what sensory issues your child has – heat/cold? certain foods? Clothing/shoes? Write down what your child does when he/she is beginning to get overwhelmed – rubbing ears? flapping? rocking? humming? Write down what helps your child calm down – a quiet place? A hug? a favorite books? a walk? The more info the teacher has, the better the year will be for all of you!
  3. Once school has started, get in the habit of texting the teacher if there is anything going on at home that could bother your child at school. Didn’t sleep? Didn’t eat? a sick sibling? Anything! I know so many people that want to keep things private (a divorce, a death) but it will help your child’s teacher and that will help your child. Don’t expect a long text conversation, as the teacher is busy, but let them know. The more information they have, the better the outcome for your child.
  4. If you have a lot of info, send an email. Don’t call the teacher, unless you have been given a safe time to do this. If your child is in a regular ed class, teachers have 20 – 30 kids (and no aide to help!). A special education class is smaller, but with so many different needs, the teacher is swamped. Only call for an emergency and if possible, leave a message, such as you are on your way to pick up your child. It’s rare, but if the teacher consistently doesn’t answer you, ask why. Always talk to the teacher before you badmouth them to the principal. Be an adult and hope the teacher is, too. There is always time to go above the teacher’s head if you can’t work it out. Be kind, first. Always.
  5. Take your child to the school. Make sure they know where their classroom is, where the bathroom is and to meet the teacher. Take pictures of everything and make a book to read to your child. Casey’s preschool teachers took pictures of anything she might need at the school and made a book for her. She looked at those books until she got to junior high when they finally fell apart.
  6. Talk about school. Even if your child isn’t verbal, they are listening. Talk, talk, talk. Tell them happy stories from when you were in school.
  7. If you have concerns as school goes along, email the teacher with your concerns. Phone calls are nice, but hard to schedule. Give the teacher a day or two to respond, then call and leave a message.
  8. When there are problems, be nice. Always, always be nice. Until it’s simply time to not be nice. Then be politely un-nice. 🙂 Yep – I know that sounds silly, but – you can be firm and demanding without being a jerk about it. Your child has rights and you need to make sure the school understands you know those rights. (If you aren’t sure, take another parent or a parent advocate to meetings with you. Or ask your county board of developmental disabilities for a service and support coordinator) And understand, there will be times when you can’t be nice. And that’s ok, too. Just be nice as long as you can – then be ready to rip into whoever needs it.
  9. Say thank you. You have no idea what it means to an exhausted teacher to know they are appreciated and that you do know how hard they work. A short note, a small gift – anything will be deeply appreciated!

You are your child’s strongest ally and advocate. When you feel like giving up (and you will), have a good cry or tantrum, and move on. You can do this, I promise! If I can fight for years for Casey (and Rob, to a lesser degree, – he didn’t have as many serious issues, just lots of milder ones!) you can, too!

Good luck and make this the best school year, ever! 🙂

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“Do Your Kids with Autism Talk?”

Do Your Kids with Autism Talk?

Most of the time, when someone learns Casey and Rob have autism, this is one of the first questions I am asked and when I say, yes, they can talk, I am told how lucky I am. I’m not denying that I am extremely lucky, but…. talking and communicating are too vastly different things.

Right now, Rob is talking in his room. Long black train, Grandpa Bill, Christmas trees, and tomorrow’s Hopewell. Casey is laying on the couch giggling about Elmo learning his ABC’s. Yes, Casey and Rob can talk – for hours, loudly, but, they have a difficult time communicating with me.

They can answer simple questions, most of the time. “What did you eat?” “What do you want to eat?” “What store do you want to go to?” “Do you want….?” Easy, short questions that have literal answers.

But, communicating, that’s another story. I have several examples of what I mean.

Next week is Rob’s birthday. I have asked him several times what he would like for his birthday. “Presents.” I asked what kind of presents. “Presents.” He doesn’t understand that I’m asking what he wants inside the wrapping paper, even when I change the way I word my question.

Friday, when I dropped them off at Hopewell, Casey couldn’t get her door open. She was in the backseat and the child lock option was on. Rob flipped the switch and got out. She couldn’t tell me she needed help and since I was watching to be sure he walked straight around the car to the sidewalk, I had started pulling away before I noticed she was still in the car. (Mother of the Year minute, right there! 🙂 ) She simply didn’t know she could say “stop!” or “help!” Other times, she can ask for help – but it’s not a consistent habit.

Their iPads updated one night. Casey asked for help the next day. Since the iPads rarely update at the same time, I didn’t think to check his. Instead of coming to me, he just laid it on his bed and found other ways to occupy himself. (He doesn’t usually spend as much time on the iPad as she does – he has several other things he likes to do.) But, still – he didn’t know how to ask for help, even though, most of the time, he can. His headphones stopped working and again, instead of telling me, he found an older, small pair and used them.

A few years ago, we drove to a place about an hour from home to look at Christmas lights. On the way home, he started saying his anxiety phrase – loudly. Mandy and Cory were with us and even they couldn’t calm him down. When we got home, he ran to the bathroom. Since we were in the car, he didn’t know he could still say he needed to use the bathroom and we would find a place to stop.

It’s little things like these that show how much their communication skills are affected by their autism. Yes, they talk – most days until it’s just a long, loud blur in my ears. But, they don’t really communicate with me. I can’t ask them what they did during the day. I can’t ask what their favorite color is or what movie is their favorite. I can’t know for sure what gifts Rob would like. I can’t know for sure when they are feeling sad or sick or tired. My life is a series of best guesses. Most of the time, yes, I get it right. (After all, I’ve lived with them for 33 and almost 29 years! 🙂 ) But, I would so love to have a real conversation.

What do they think about having a nephew in December? Where would they like to visit? Does anyone scare them? Or bother them when they aren’t with me? (that’s a huge fear – it can take weeks for Casey to say anything and it’s like pulling teeth to get info from her. Rob won’t say anything at all.)

So, yes, I am very grateful that Casey and Rob can talk. I love that I can get some answers from them. I am one of the lucky parents and I thank God for that every day. But, please remember that the ability to talk does not mean someone can communicate their needs, wants and fears. That takes patience and years of being around someone to understand. Learn to read your child’s eyes. The eyes truly are the windows to the soul – you will see how much they love you in their eyes, when you learn to look instead of listen.

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The Difficult Dance of Parenting Autism and Typical Children

The Difficult Dance of Parenting Autism and Typical Children

Being a parent isn’t easy. Besides the typical day to day care, you are also responsible for helping your children grow into loving, kind, responsible adults. And when you add autism into the mix, it becomes a dance of never letting the typical sibling feel like their sibling with autism is more important than they are.

I’ve heard so many horror stories of the typical sibling ending their relationship with their parents so they can avoid being around the special needs sibling. Or, in the case of one family I know, they ask their elderly mom to move closer to them – but only if she puts their special needs brother in a home and not go visit him. I simply can’t imagine that kind of pain.

While Mandy is quick to say that she never felt resentful of Casey and Rob (except for when they took equine therapy – she was obsessed with horses and wanted to ride, too! Thankfully, the stable allowed her to ride at the end of the sessions, but I never felt like it was enough), I remember times that she was mad at them and for good reason.

Rob cut apart a necklace that was very special to her. Casey chewed the feet off of all of their Barbies. Rob chewed the horns off of her unicorns. Casey (the girls shared a room) wasn’t as interested as Mandy was in having a clean room. Rob did this – Casey did that. And every time, my heart broke for Mandy. All I could do was tell her they didn’t understand. In the case of the necklace, I was exhausted, stressed – and I didn’t handle it well at all. Mandy was furious – I simply couldn’t handle it…. and I told her she shouldn’t have left it where he could get it. Knowing even as I said the words, she didn’t leave it lying around. Knowing I wasn’t handling the situation right at all. And knowing I would be crying ugly tears that night in bed. I was failing her.

That being said, Mandy was also the first to defend Casey and Rob. And when she lost her temper, she was a force to be reckoned with. She might have inherited my temper – seeing someone treated unjustly still brings out that side of her. And I’m proud of that. I got a call when she was in 6th grade. A brown=nosing classmate told the teacher Mandy was mean to her. The teacher, assuming Mandy would never tell me she had gotten in trouble, called me. Mandy told me right away what had happened – and it was nothing like the teacher had been told.

The teacher felt I should take Mandy for counseling and possible medication for her “anger issues.” I’m sure after our conversation, that woman thought I needed the same, but I let her have it. Mandy admitted she did call the other girl a name – but only after the classmate made fun of another girl in their class. I also got a call from the high school once. Mandy happened to overhear a boy calling Casey a name – and again, she let him have it. She was called a bully – the boy was ignored. I told Mandy I would always stand behind her. If she got suspended for standing up for Casey or Rob or another student, we would go shopping and have a fun few days.

But – it was hard. For most of Mandy’s special events, many times, only one parent could be there. When possible, I left Casey and Rob with my parents or Tracie so we could both be there for Mandy. I hated missing things and was so worried she would start to resent autism. She denies thinking this – it’s just my mom guilt talking.

I tried to remember all of the ways my parents made my brother and I feel special and did them with Mandy. There were times I told her she looked “sick” and I called her off school, sent Casey and Rob and we went shopping. They were sent to bed earlier and we stayed up watching movies. We played games. Anything I could think of that would be special memories to her. It wasn’t easy and still feel the guilt of sitting at the top of the stairs playing horses or Barbies with her so I could still hear what was going on downstairs. I hated being torn and not being able to completely focus on her. She says she doesn’t remember it that way – and I thank God for that.

I know you are exhausted from the 24/7 care for your child with autism. But, please, find little ways to let your other children know they are just as special. Put notes in their lunch box. Text them. Play games. Skip school. Put everyone else to bed early. There are a million little ways to let them know that you are always thinking about them. Take turns with their other parents doing something special. Or ask a grandparent to stay with your child with autism. (Yes, I know finding someone you trust to stay with your child with autism is hard – sometimes, impossible – but it’s so important!)

At our autism support meeting last week, it was suggested that at our next meeting, we talk about how to help typical siblings understand their sibling – how to parent both. Mandy spoke up and said she hadn’t felt any less important or special than Casey or Rob – that she didn’t resent them at all. I’ll admit – I had tears in my eyes. I don’t know how I did it, but somehow, I got lucky enough that she grew up feeling important, cherished and loved.