To the moms who are still waiting to hear their child say “mommy” and the ones who hear it all day long.
To the moms who fix chicken nuggets or pizza every single day.
To the moms who are still helping their adult children with baths and showers.
To the moms who stay up late to make sure their child gets home safely.
To the moms who function on little to no sleep because their child doesn’t sleep.
To the moms struggling to keep doctors’, therapists’ and teachers’ names straight.
To the moms of escape artists who can open any lock known to man.
To the moms of dare devils who fear nothing.
To the moms who are crying in their pillows at night.
To the moms trying to think of every sensory issue their child has when they dare to leave their home.
To the moms watching their child’s meltdowns, knowing there is nothing they can do but keep them safe.
To the moms who are constantly worried about “when I’m not here, who will love my child?”
To the moms whose child desperately want friends, a job, to drive, to have their own home and don’t understand why they don’t.
To the moms of newly diagnosed children who don’t know what to do first.
To the moms who are tired – the same foods, the same routine, the same clothes, the same… The same… The same…
I know there are times you feel like the world’s worst mom. You forgot this – you are too tired for that – you got irritated at the constant verbal stimming – you can’t find the only brand of chicken nuggets your child will eat.
But – I also know that no matter what, you are awesome and amazing and stronger than you think.
Trust me. I know lots and lots of moms who don’t realize how amazing they are. You are one of them.
So, today is your day! Smile, take a deep breath and know your child is more than a diagnosis and they are lucky to have you as their mom! Keep reaching for those dreams!
I saved the sense of smell until last because it seems to be the sense that Casey and Rob have the least issue with. Maybe that’s because their sense is hypo-sensitive and they don’t know what they are missing. I have rarely seen Rob bending closer to something to smell it better, but Casey does. Rob is more concerned with how things look, feel and sound.
For a long time, Casey would smell her food before she would eat it, but I don’t see her doing that much anymore. She eats almost anything so maybe she really does have a hypo-sensitive sense of smell. Taste and smell go hand in hand when we eat and her ability to eat a wide variety of foods might be a sign that she doesn’t notice the smells of some foods.
Rob never smelled his food, but he also won’t smell a flower if I asked him to. He might bend down to it, but he won’t really smell it. It’s almost like he isn’t sure what is expected when I ask him to do it. Casey will smell shampoo, deodorants, toothpaste. He just uses what he is given.
She also used her sense of smell to get back at me for telling her something she didn’t want to hear. It drives me crazy when she leans into my hair and takes a deep breath to smell it. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of telling her not to do that and now, if I have made her mad, she will lean on me and smell my hair. (Yeah, I know having your hair sniffed isn’t that big of a deal, but it drives me nuts the way she does it! 🙂 ) More proof that people with autism do have a sense of humor – she will lean in for a sniff and just grin her ornery grin as she knows she has gotten my goat again.
Casey will tell me if something smells good or bad. Rob just looks at me like he has no idea why any smell would be good or bad. I know he can smell, to some degree, but he is definitely hypo-sensitive in that area. I think Casey is, too, as things that smell bad never get her attention. I’ve driven by skunks on the road and made comments about the terrible smell and they both look at me like they have no idea what I’m talking about. I’ve never seen either one of them wrinkle their nose at something that stinks. Nor do they seem to enjoy smelling flowers or fresh cookies.
For people with hyper-sensitive senses of smell, the world can be a rough place. Ladies with a lot of perfume on – fires burning – lit candles – even shampoo or soap can be extremely painful for them and can cause them to feel sick. Think about times you have smelled something and felt nauseous from it – imagine that 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Is it any wonder that sensory issues can cause meltdowns? I’m not sure I would make it an entire day dealing with what Casey and Rob handle every day. They are stronger than me.
If you notice your child avoiding certain foods, people or places, think about what they may be smelling. Is there someone wearing heavy perfume? Does the food have a strong odor? Even bath time can be difficult if the scents of shampoo or soap you are using are too strong. Try unscented items for a while and see if that helps. (But remember – our kids have amazing memories and an inability to generalize, so it may take several tries before you have a calm bath time with new shampoo!)
You should be able to discover how your child’s sense of smell is affected fairly easily, if they are willing to try. Gather several items with different scents and see if your child is willing to sniff everything. If they avoid it all, I would guess they have a hyper-sensitive sense of smell and will avoid anyone or anything that has much of an odor. (remember – they can smell things we don’t – if they avoid it, they can smell it, even if you can’t!) If they will smell the items without much reaction, my guess is they have a hyposensitive sense of smell and aren’t able to notice the odors.
Keep in mind that, just like everyone else, their bodies change as they grow up and the way their senses are affected may change, too. Very few things in autism are permanent. 🙂
I was scrapbooking pictures from Casey’s birthday this morning and, of course, the picture with this post caught my attention. She was so happy and excited to get a new Bert! I have a whole series of photos that shows her excitement and that made my day! You know how you feel when you find that perfect gift for someone and you see their happy smile? I felt even happier than that.
But as I was putting her pages together (with her help – she loves bright colors and the more, the better! 🙂 ) I realized that lately, I’ve seen so many posts about buying only age appropriate gifts for people with special needs. Now, before we go on – there are thousands of people with autism or other special needs who only want age appropriate gifts and that’s awesome! Go for it! But – for many, what they like are items for younger people – or other obsessions that make no sense to anyone but that person. And that’s ok!
Before we drill age appropriate into too many heads, let’s stop and think about the craziness that occurred many years ago when Beanie Babies came out. Those people who were mobbing the stores to buy the stuffed toys were not children – why was it okay for those adults to buy Beanie Babies, but it isn’t okay for Casey to love Sesame Street?
Why is okay for people to collect comic books, but it’s not okay for Rob to want Wizard of Oz items? Which, by the way, are incredibly collectable to people of all ages! Why can’t he love Mighty Morphin Power Rangers when so many adults love The Avengers? (including me!) Who decides what is age appropriate, anyway?
Rob loves Legos – and I’ve seen hundreds of pictures of “typical” adults with their intricate Lego pieces. Casey loves color by number books – and how many adult coloring books are being sold now? Thousands! Rob wants metal signs and I see shows all the time where people are buying signs for their collections.
My point is – you need to do what’s right for your child. Too many people have too many opinions about how to raise other people’s children. Ignore them. If your child wants Barney videos, buy Barney videos. If your child wants a Cookie Monster shirt, buy a Cookie Monster shirt.
I do understand the reasoning behind pushing for age appropriate items. For many of our children, their “quirks” already make them stand out and if they are walking around with a Big Bird toy, they’ll grab even more attention. I get it. But – why should I try to change my kids to fit into a “normal” mode? As Dr. Seuss said, “Why fit in when you were born to stand out?” Stand out happily, brilliantly, awesomely! This works for us – no mold fits our family and I love it!
Casey and Rob don’t care about “normal.” They don’t care what others think of what they buy or what they wear. (Rob worries about people being upset with him, but doesn’t care about shallow opinions.) They want to be happy and get to choose their new things when we go to the store. They want Santa to bring them new toys and for the Easter Bunny to hide eggs with candy (Well, Casey wants the eggs hidden – he couldn’t care less).
Remember – this is how our family feels. You need to think about each child differently, as some will only want the same things as others their age. It all depends on the person and their abilities. Casey does like getting clothes, but she doesn’t care about the brand of jeans she wears. Neither would want new phones or other gadgets many people their age would want. Your child might want those things. I’m in no way saying that what makes Casey and Rob happy is what everyone needs to do.
I’m just wishing that people would stop worrying about what they think I “should” buy for Casey and Rob. I would never dream of telling another parent what they should purchase for their child – why in the world do people feel it’s okay to tell me because they have autism?
Rob’s Easter basket included packs of cards, packages of clay and craft foam. He was so happy! He was busy for hours, cutting and ripping. Some would say it’s a waste of money to buy things he’s just going to rip up. I say, he’s happy and it’s his money, so leave him alone. Casey had very simple Easter crafts to do. Some might say they were too childish for her – but she was happy to paint her bunny figurine and it’s proudly sitting on her dresser now.
So don’t let anyone tell you what you “should” be buying for your child. Who cares what they think, anyway? What you want is to see a beautiful smile when they open their gift, just like the one on Casey’s face as she holds her new Bert. 🙂
First off, please remember that what I share on this blog is our life. I’m not a doctor or therapist or any other professional. I’m sharing ideas that might work for your child – but you need to decide what to try and what to ignore. As I’ve said before, what works for Casey may not work for Rob and vice versa.
On to their sense of sight…
Since they can’t tell me exactly what they see, I rely on what they draw to tell me how well they see. They both have hyper-sensitive sight, meaning they see much better and more details than most of us.
Casey can color and paint the smallest details on her projects – but only if she sees the need to do that. 🙂 Often, she is in such a hurry to move on to the next project or fun thing to do that she rushes through her art. I have only a few examples of the details she sees in things.
Rob, on the other hand, can use his iPad to draw amazing pictures with details in the cars and characters that I’ve never noticed. The little things that tend to blend into the bigger picture, he sees. He used to use the “paint” program on my old computer to draw characters from the Wizard of Oz – and every one would have little details. Dorothy’s shoes had sparkles, her basket had weave, her dress was perfectly spaced blue and white checks. The lion had a puff of long hair at the end of his tail and the scarecrow had hay sticking out in different places. I so wish more of those pictures had gotten saved and printed. But, when Rob is done with his drawing, he immediately erased it. I only have a few of them. 🙁
His drawings of trucks and cars include the smallest details of the hub caps of each car. He knows the license plate numbers of several vehicles. He can tell from several blocks away if a car coming towards us is someone we know. I’m lucky to notice as we pass!
When he uses sidewalk chalk, he draws each letter in calligraphy. He can write beautifully – again, when he wants to. Most of the time, he seems to think what I’d like him to do is pointless, so he is fast. But, when he writes thank you notes or signs cards, he carefully and perfectly signs his name. He can make elaborate creations with his Legos, but often sticks to his trees and power poles. (He still stares at power poles with a fascination I don’t understand. I’ve wondered if he hears a hum from them.) Wind turbines are especially fascinate him – he could watch for hours.
Rob loves running water – ocean waves, waterfalls, creeks. I know it is incredibly relaxing to him, but I’ve also discovered that he loves them because of the patterns he sees in each. He sees colors and designs where I see running water. I love waterfalls for the beauty I see, but he sees a much deeper beauty in each. No matter how small, he has to stop and stare at running water. A few summers ago, he actually went wading with us (it had been years since he did that!) and he just stood and stared at his feet.
When I got closer, I could hear him talking. He was naming all of the colors of small pebbles he saw by his feet. Again, I saw some colors, but to me, they were mostly brown or tan. Rob saw so many more colors than I did, until I finally slowed down and really looked. He will stare at a fire – flowers blowing – blades of grass. He is in his element in nature.
Something else I’ve learned. For Casey and Rob, looking into someone eyes is very distracting. They have both told me that eyes move. I couldn’t understand what they meant until I really studied how the eye works and understood that they were seeing the pupil constantly move. They also see the different colors in people’s eyes. You may think your eyes are blue or brown, but to Casey and Rob, there are lots of colors in them and those colors are distracting.
I’ve often heard people with autism say “I can listen to you or I can look you in the eye.” That is definitely Casey and Rob. That is one of the first things I try to explain to new people they meet – they are always listening, no matter what they are doing. Please be aware of this when you talk around your child. Even when they are completely occupied with something, they are listening!
One thing does surprise me with their eye sight. I know they are both very sensitive, but sunlight doesn’t bother either of them. They have sun glasses and might wear them, but they don’t insist on it. I would think that if they see so many details, that sunlight would be hard to handle, but they don’t seem to care.
I do know a few people with autism who choose to wear dark glasses as much as possible to try and block out some of the constant details that are always around them. Rob had a really hard time in stores as a little guy because he saw the lights constantly flickering. Casey would have meltdowns because the flickering lights were making her feel sick. If your child has a hard time in stores, try putting sunglasses on or letting them wear a hat they can pull low over their face. Movies theaters are also difficult because of the flashing lights in the dark room.
When your child has a meltdown, try to write down where you are, what is around you – you may discover their problem is too much visual stimulation and they can’t get away from it. This may also be the cause of your child wanting to walk with their eyes closed. Bumping into things is easier than dealing with the constant stimulation of colors and shapes around them.
Have you ever noticed how people (and I do it, too, at times) always think about what they can’t do or have instead of focusing on what they do have? And when we have children with autism that becomes an even bigger issue.
Parents compare their children to other children. My child can’t talk. My child can’t eat many things. My child can’t tie his shoes. My child can’t ride a bike. My child can’t write neatly. Can’t… can’t… can’t. And even worse, the child may hear all of this negativity – how would that make you feel if you heard every thing you can’t do listed for anyone who would listen?
Jen can’t sing. She can’t (actually, it’s more like won’t 🙂 ) cook fabulous meals. She can’t change a tire (again, more like I won’t! 🙂 ) She can’t fix the car. She is stubborn. She is impatient. She has a temper. Blah Blah Blah….
I can write all of that and not care, but if I overheard someone saying negative things about me, it would hurt. (Unless, of course, it was someone whose opinion didn’t matter to me 🙂 ) Imagine hearing things about yourself – and not being able to defend yourself or tell anyone that the words hurt. Now imagine you are a child who can’t.
And this is why we have to focus on what our kids can do and not what they can’t! And we have to be careful how we talk around them. They are always listening, even if it seems like they aren’t. (I’ve learned that the hard way – never try to plan surprises with Casey or Rob in the house – I don’t care what room they are in!)
Rob can’t tie his shoes. But he can get clothes from the dryer. He can bring the trashcan back from the street (honestly, it wasn’t too long ago that I couldn’t let him get that close to the street as he would dart away!). He can fold his clothes and he can design the most amazing things with his Legos.
Casey can’t wash her hair. But she folds laundry. She draws beautiful pictures. She sings like an angel. She can sit on the patio by herself. (again, when she was little, I didn’t dare let her out of my sight, let alone in the yard by herself!)
Besides, when you only focus on what is missing, you don’t see the positives. You drag yourself down into a hole – and take your child with you. Trust me – I know there are many days that finding something positive is as hard as finding a needle in a haystack. There will always be days like that – just don’t let yourself think only of negative. Remember that better days are always coming. (I sound like a Hallmark movie, don’t I? 🙂 )
I think every meeting about our kids should start with a list of the amazing things they can do before getting into the negative stuff. I was lucky that most of the teachers my kids had did this and it really helped me to hear that not everything was going badly. It helped me to hear that the teachers were proud of the progress, no matter how little, they had made. For every teacher reading this – please, take a few minutes and do this in IEP meetings. Help the parents remember how special their child is – they are already well aware of their child’s deficits.
Focus on every small step forward – every “can”… every time your child tries a new food – or just looks at it. When your child can put his shoes on – even if they are on the wrong feet – it’s progress! When your child can sign “yes” even if verbally, it’s still difficult. When your child calms down before a full blown meltdown. When your child can sit in a loud restaurant for a few minutes. It’s all steps forward to a future no one can predict. Celebrate every step!
Who would have thought that the child who put her head through three windows during meltdowns would be almost off her meds now? Who would have thought that the child who refused to even look at new foods is now willing to try them? Who would have thought that the child who screamed in pain at many sounds now only rarely puts her finger in her ear to block out noise? Who would have thought that the child who constantly darted away would ever walk in stores by himself?
Small steps forward and lots of “look at what they can do!” thinking. Sure, I have times that “can’ts” are in my head, but usually, I’m tired or stressed about something else and the last thing I feel like dealing with is autism. It took a long time for me to stop focusing on the can’t and start looking at the can. You can do it, too!
Because if we don’t have faith and hope for our children, who will?
Did you know that I am an expert about autism? Yep – I was told that last week. After all, I have lived with autism for more than 30 years, I have two kids with moderate autism and lots of friends with children who have autism. And – let’s not forget I write this blog every week. So – I am an expert.
Yep – I am sure of it. I should write a book and I should charge for sharing my vast knowledge of everything autism.
I’m sure people would pay for my “blind leading the blind” approach, aren’t you?
Seriously, I could hardly write those sentences without giggling.
I am no expert. No one is. And if they tell you they are…. well, take that with a grain of salt. Because – yes, I may be an expert with Casey and Rob and I may know Tyler, Brandon, Cyrys, Adam, and Riley really well, but I am not an autism expert. Doctors know a lot, but no one knows your child as well as you do. And you will still mess up. Take yesterday for example.
We had just gotten back from shopping and Casey was trying to tell me something about Monday. Over and over she repeated what she meant and I couldn’t for anything understand what she was saying. I finally asked her to spell it – obervece. She was saying “aubervent” and I felt terrible that she was getting worked up because I couldn’t help her.
I finally text Mandy and she figured it out. Observance. She brought a slip of paper home Friday that was a reminder that their day hab would be closed Monday in “observance” of President’s day. So, Casey wanted to do some “oberservancing” – even though she had no clue what it was. I tried to explain it to her that each President had a different birthday so they “observe” them on one day in the middle.
And then – this expert of autism made a terrible mistake. I said to her it would be like celebrating her birthday a different day in March. The look on her face told me I had just screwed up. She sat straight up and reminded me 15 times when her birthday was and even when I promised to have her party on her birthday, she couldn’t let it go. She asked me several times before she was finally able to relax.
I should have known better. She loves her dates and birthdays are sacred to her. I royally messed up and she couldn’t let it go. I couldn’t fix it. For over an hour, she kept popping back into the room to remind me when her birthday was. Finally, I snapped and said, “I know when your birthday is – I was there!” Which, of course, made her stop in her tracks and think about the party that must have been happening that day. She is slightly irritated that there are no pictures of the cake and no balloons. I reminded her we were in the hospital (she knows this as she has told me before that she “got born, got cold and cried” in the hospital.
Finally, I was able to distract her with the reminder that we would be going to grandma and grandpa’s soon. And I mumbled to myself. I knew better. I knew to never bring her birthday into conversations unless it was a fun discussion. This “expert” mess up. Luckily, this was not a big deal, other than a drawn out conversation.
But, it’s also a good reminder that no matter how well you know autism, you will make mistakes. And again, no one knows your child like you do. Make doctors and teachers listen to you. Listen to their ideas (as sometimes, fresh eyes can see solutions you can’t when you are so close to the issue) but make sure they listen to you, too! Be willing to try – but also be firm if there is something you know won’t work.
There are “experts” out there that refuse to understand that they don’t know everything. It’s their way or no way. Find another expert. A true expert knows that they don’t know everything and are willing to learn from you and your child. I’ve been so lucky – only one teacher was an “expert” and she didn’t last long. And our doctors are amazing.
I’ve learned something from everyone I’ve meet on our autism journey. Some things have been more useful than others. Some things aren’t what I wanted to learn, but needed to – like how to tell someone to get the hell away from my kid, nicely. 🙂 Or to make a professional pay attention in meetings. Not skills I wanted, really, but definitely ones an autism parent needs.
I laughed at the person who called me an expert. I know it was meant as a compliment, but I am not an expert.
People with autism are like snowflakes. No two are ever alike, but they are all beautiful.
I have heard from other parents that Casey and Rob aren’t like their children and they don’t believe their child will ever do the things my kids are doing. First of all – they won’t if you keep that attitude! Your child “senses” you more than you know and if you don’t think they can do something, they may feel like there is little reason to try.
There are plenty of things that I’m not sure Casey or Rob will ever do – but they don’t know that. If they want to try something, I’ll be right there trying to figure out the safest way for them to do what they want. I’m not sure driving is in their future (Casey won’t even attempt the lawn mower. Rob will… but… let’s say he doesn’t always pay attention so someone is right beside him to correct turns! 🙂 ). I don’t see living on their own right now, either, but I never dreamed we would be taking shopping trips or vacations, either, and we do that.
Earlier this week, Rob brushed his teeth on his own! I am usually telling him “brush here, brush there – you aren’t done, yet, but he did it! I never dreamed they would both handle the drastic change in routine when COVID hit, but they did. I never thought Casey would participate in her high school graduation – sitting with 200 graduates, by herself and walking to the stage and back to her chair. I never thought Rob would want to try new foods or wear new shirts. The list goes on and on of “I never thought…” but they are doing things now!
But – to some people, our successes may seem too simple. Maybe we are just lucky or I have a million dollars for therapies and support staff (don’t I wish! 🙂 ). So I thought I would share a few stories from other families who also “never thought” or were told something would “never” happen. To give more people hope that their child will always be making progress, no matter how slow! Remember, small steps are still progress!
I got a message from my friend “K” the other night that her 11 year old daughter has started using the potty! She even decided on her own!
How about “B”? He has a girlfriend and drives and is hoping to find another job when the pandemic eases up.
“T” loves hanging out with friends and will go back to his job when the crisis lets up, too.
“R” no longer has violent outbursts. His parents are able to help him calm down before he gets too upset.
How about “A”? She can finally be in the same room with her brother. For years, his noise caused her such pain that she physically attacked him. Their parents were on the verge of separating so there were two houses for the kids, when “A” learned to handle being near her brother.
What about “R”? He used to be a runner with no sense of safety. He can now walk around town by himself and has a job that he loves in a school.
I also know a few that are in college – some on their own, some with supports.
I’ve known some of these young people since they were toddlers and I’ll admit – I had thoughts about what each would be able to do as an adult. And they have proved me wrong – happily.
Please – when you have bad days with autism (and we all do – don’t buy anyone’s line that autism is always easy!) talk to someone without your child hearing. You never want your child to hear that you have any doubts about how amazing they are! Vent to someone and then go right back to loving and supporting your child.
Keep your hope alive. It isn’t easy – I’ll be the first to admit I had days when I doubted we would make it through the next day without my losing my mind. When those times happen, stop thinking about the future. Think about your next breath. Think about a glass of wine or a piece of chocolate. Think about anything that will help you calm down. Days do get better. Life does get easier.
It’s going to happen. As a parent, there will be times that a thought crosses your mind and you feel as if someone kicked you in the gut. The thought takes your breath away – you can’t get it out of your mind. It might be that your child is leaving for college or getting married. But, when you are an autism parent, those kick in the gut moments come out of the blue – and they hurt.
I had one of these moments yesterday and had a good cry. I don’t want to get into a lot of details (though maybe I should so people will understand their actions hurt). I was reminded again that people are scared of Rob. I get it – he’s tall and he’s big. But, he’s also a huge teddy bear and as mellow as anyone can be. I’m assuming that’s why he scares people. But – it hurts this momma to hear it.
I just want people to give him a chance. He gets anxious and it is assumed he doesn’t like someone or something. Just give him a chance to explore the new place or to get to know you. Honestly, it won’t take him long to know whether he wants to be around you. Casey and Rob both sense the “true” person that we often try to keep hidden. If Rob doesn’t like you, he will just act as if you don’t exist. He won’t attack. He won’t hurt you. Give him time to show you how awesome and amazing he truly is. Please.
Honestly, Casey is more likely to get upset than Rob. She doesn’t get upset often, but when she does, the whole neighborhood knows it. And she doesn’t care if she is at home or in a store – when she is mad, she lets everyone know. But because many of the staff at their day hab are new, they haven’t seen this side of Casey – they have only seen the sweet, beautiful smile and the young lady who loves to go anywhere and try anything. They have seen Rob anxious, though, and that’s what they remember.
Many autism parents have come to terms with the fact their child may never get married or have children. They may understand that holding a job might be difficult. They know their child may live with them forever. The thing is – even if their young person has a job and gets married, there are still mean people in the world who can hurt someone without thinking twice and the autism parent feels another kick in the gut. Their child may want a friend – or to be invited to a party – or a job – or a place to live on their own. After all, their older siblings have all of those things – why can’t they? And those questions will bring on the tears again. No matter how many times you think you are done crying, something will happen and bring on the tears.
Maybe the fact that I have a hard time letting new people around Casey and Rob is part of the problem. I just don’t trust easily – no parent with a child who can’t communicate does, in my experience. I want them to meet new people – I just want to meet these people first.
I know that I’m luckier than many autism parents. Casey and Rob are happy with their lives and don’t seem to think too much about Mandy getting married or having her own house. They don’t seem to think about not having a huge group of friends their age. They are happy with their Elmos and signs and socks and cards. They are happy that they get to spend time with Mandy and Cory, Grandma and Grandpa and Tracie and several others.
I feel for the parents who have children with autism who can communicate – who know they are different and don’t like it. It has to be devastating to try to explain to your child that other people won’t be their friend because of autism. Or that they can’t have the job they want because that employer won’t give them a chance. Or that it isn’t safe for them to live on their own.
I know there are more kick in the gut moments in our future. Every life has those moments. I just wish those moments didn’t come because someone wouldn’t give Casey or Rob a chance to show how awesome they are. That is the hardest thing for me – knowing someone only sees “autism” when they look at Casey and Rob and not the amazing individual who just happens to see the world in a different way.
One of the most common misconceptions of autism is that people with autism don’t understand humor and don’t have a sense of humor. Casey and Rob are constant reminders of how wrong that is.
Last week, Casey went shopping with her friend, Julie. Julie hasn’t been with Casey for very long and wasn’t aware that neither Casey or Rob are allowed to have gum. I have nothing against gum, but they have never understood that you just chew it and then throw it away. It’s an odd concept and I gave up trying. We just avoid it.
Casey is well aware of what she is allowed to have and what she isn’t. She bought a bag of gumballs and proceeded to eat it – all while ignoring Julie’s reminders that you don’t swallow gum. When they came home, Julie was worried. Casey, however… she was grinning ear to ear under her mask and her eyes were just twinkling with mischief. She knew exactly what she was doing. I took the rest of the gum and told her not to buy it again.
She laughed and ran to her room to color. While we were visiting my parents, I asked Casey what she was going to buy with Julie the next day. She giggled until she was shaking as she told me she was buying gum again. 🙂 (She didn’t – but I’m sure she tried. Julie was on to her tricks!)
Meanwhile, Rob was in the store with Bob. He knew he was allowed to buy four things and carefully picked out two packs of cards and was done. But, when they went to check out, he picked up five packs of cards. Bob reminded him he could only have four things (we are constantly working with them to understand money) so Rob put all of them back and went into another checkout aisle to grab cards there. Bob told him he could only have four things and that it didn’t matter which check out aisle he chose.
So Rob stood with seven packs of cards and waited for Bob to decide he was cute enough to deserve everything he wanted. I’m sure he was grinning under his mask. 🙂 He did finally put the cards away and came home. After I heard the story, I asked him about the cards. He laughed and laughed. Again, he knew exactly what he was doing.
They don’t have Hopewell tomorrow, but Bob and Ginny are coming to take them for a few hours. Rob has aquatic therapy, which he loves. Rob asked about Hopewell Monday. I told him it was closed, but that Bob was coming. He was happy – until his grinning sister said “No Hopewell Monday.”
He started to get anxious. I told him again Bob was coming and he could go see Erin. He relaxed – and she said again, “no Hopewell” He started rocking and humming and she just grinned and giggled. So, she was invited to leave the room while I assured him that he was going to see Bob and Erin tomorrow. She laughed all the way to her room.
But don’t think she is the only one who picks. He is just as likely to mess with her. If she is trying to reach something, he will “help” by getting it for her – and then holding it above his head so she still can’t get to it. He laughs – she gets frustrated.
I think some of the assumption that they don’t have a sense of humor comes from the lack of understanding verbal jokes. They take everything they hear so literally that understanding a pun is nearly impossible. However, they both love physical comedy – think Home Alone, the Three Stooges or Tom and Jerry cartoons.
While it is wonderful to see their eyes twinkling as they play “tricks” on people or hear their giggles, having a sense of humor is definitely something you will need, too. There will be days that they only way to get through them is to laugh. Seriously, no one will believe the circus that happens in your home and you might as well laugh about it. I have to laugh about the floor tapping and the light switch tapping and the shower curtain in just the right place and lunch boxes packed with exactly the right items… and the list goes on. Truly, I do know how funny my life sounds. And I would much rather laugh than cry about the crazy little things we live with.
So, last week, I shared with you the hardest thing I had to admit – that sometimes, when Casey and Rob were little, autism embarrassed me. I was surprised by the response to that post – how many people thanked me for sharing that. I’m sure everyone feels that way at one point or another, but are too ashamed to admit it. After all, we aren’t supposed to say things like that.
Well, here’s another confession (and one I just talked about with my friend, Joy, yesterday)… autism sucks sometimes. There. I’ve said it before and I’ll keep saying it. There are times when it just sucks.
Does this mean that I’m not incredibly proud of Casey and Rob? No. It means, sometimes, I’m tired and I don’t want to hear someone yelling “Long Black Train” in my ear all the way home. I’ve yet to figure it out, but that’s Rob’s transition phrase from somewhere to home. He has to say it a certain number of times (Honestly, I’ve never counted – maybe I should!) when we get in the car to go home. He never says it in anyone else’s car, but instead starts as soon as they pull in our driveway. Some days, I don’t even notice it. Other days, I have a death grip on the steering wheel so I don’t yell “STOP!” at him.
It means I’m tired of her insisting that she can’t eat leftovers. I’m tired of trying to guess what’s going on when I know they don’t feel good. (She is asleep on the couch now, but I’m fairly certain it’s a sinus issue, but she can’t tell me.) I get tired of the list of fast food places that ends with him yelling coffee cup. (I still can’t figure that out – I don’t drink coffee and don’t use coffee cups – always something different and exciting here. Sorry to our neighbors who sometimes get to hear the yell at 8 in the morning. 🙁 )
I think the hardest part, though, is the stigma that you feel when you admit that autism sucks some days. The terrible guilt you feel. The worry that people will think you mean your kids are a terrible burden that you don’t want anymore, when in reality, all you mean is that you are just too darn tired to think anymore.
It means that autism in the family can be stressful – certain foods to eat, certain routines to follow, certain clothes to wear. For some families, the inability to have a conversation with your children. Casey and Rob are able to answer simple questions and will usually tell me what they need or want, but I can’t ask them what they think about a certain song or movie. I can’t ask what they did at Hopewell that day. I can’t ask if they are happy or what their dreams are. I, like most other autism parents, go with my gut on most things and hope I’m right or close to it.
The weeks that Rob didn’t feel well last month are a perfect example. He had no fever, no cough, was eating like usual…. but he was sleeping 18-20 hours a day. I kept asking if he needed the doctor and he told me no. I asked if his ear hurt – no, itches. Throat? itches. Finally, after a week, I took him to the doctor only to hear Rob was right – no ear infection, no strep. He had a virus (not COVID). Had he been able to communicate more, we might have figured that out on our own. I hate it when autism makes me worry even more about Casey and Rob.
I’m not sure why it seems special needs parents are held to a different standard when talking about their children. Maybe it’s not true, but it does appear that we get handed a lot more guilt about being tired and stressed – when we have more reason than others to be tired. Being a parent is tough some days – everyone should be able to admit it and not feel guilty. It’s normal.
If you need a shoulder to cry on or an ear to vent to, message me. I promise – I won’t judge you for your feelings. Let go of the guilt, the embarrassment and go on being the amazing parents I know you are. Stay tough – but cry when you need to. Admit when you need help. Those of us who are parents to adults with autism have been in your shoes. You will get through the tough days. Practice saying “autism sucks sometimes” – just don’t settle in those sucky days because autism is also amazing and beautiful and special. Good days and bad days – just a typical life, with some added excitement. 🙂
