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. 🙂