Autism is nothing if not a way to keep me on my toes. While most days are full of happy surprises (Rob reading out loud – helping with dishes, Casey naming constellations) every day, some days, I get a shock and not so pleasant moments pop up. One of those happened Friday evening.
It had been a long week and I was tired. Casey seemed happy when I got home and we ate supper. Not too long after, she screamed. I jumped up and ran to her to find her sobbing. When I asked what was wrong, the screams started again only this time, she was pulling at her hair, too. Then she was crying again. She wasn’t able to tell me what was wrong – only switched between crying and screaming.
I was finally able to distract her with a Sesame Street paint with water book. She painted for a while, then came outside on the swing with me. And started crying again. I finally learned what the problem was – she wanted to go somewhere and that person wasn’t willing to get her. And she cried. And I tried desperately not to show my anger but only to concentrate on helping her calm down and feel better.
So we slowly pushed the swing back and forth and I rubbed her hand. I knew that too much talking wasn’t going to help. When she had been calm for a few minutes, I started talking about her Halloween costume (she wants to be Cookie Monster and for me to be Elmo 🙂 ) and how we could go to Hobby Lobby and get a blue t-shirt, tulle material and googly eyes for her costume. We talked about all the details – she needed a blue shirt and “funny” material. And big eyes, but no nose.
We needed to make cookies for her basket and a headband to put more tulle on. She was going to say “Me love cookies” all day while she was dressed up like Cookie Monster. Finally, finally – she was laughing again. She giggled at me being Elmo and she wants Cory to be Big Bird, Robbie to be Bert, and Mandy to be Ernie. Even today, she is laughing at her plan. (I have explained that Rob, Cory and Mandy may not like her idea, but so far, she doesn’t seem to care!) I’ll be Elmo – that’s easy enough and I can wear it to school, too. 🙂
But, Friday night, she cried a lot, even after we talked about good things. She doesn’t understand some things and I can’t explain it in a way that would help her. Rob doesn’t seem to care anymore, but Casey asks. Usually, I can distract her with a walk or a trip to the Dollar Tree or to Mandy’s. That night, it didn’t work. And it made me even more resentful of people who only pretend to care about their feelings.
Yesterday, she seemed better. We went for a long walk and she got to have spaghettios (yuck!) for lunch, with a cookie after. She was excited to go to Mandy’s and watch the dogs play while she sat on the swing. But I worry about later this week – when will she finally understand and stop asking for things that aren’t going to happen? Why do some people think only of themselves and not others?
This was one of the times that I resented autism. I don’t resent the kids – I resent that autism caused the communication problem and Casey wasn’t able to tell me why she was mad and sad. I resent having to watch my beautiful daughter scream and pull her hair out because she can’t tell me what’s wrong. It’s a hard thing to watch – I feel so helpless and I just want to scream and cry, too.
But, unlike when she was a child, she was able to pull herself together and calm down in only a few minutes. It took longer to help me understand the problem, but we did it – together. Just the way it will always be for us. We will live the roller-coaster of emotions and we will keep right on loving and laughing (sometimes, after the tears, but it still counts, right? 🙂 ) Tomorrow, it may be Rob who is frustrated and crying (he rarely screams – he just loudly long black trains with a strange, deep yell at the end that lasts for almost a minute).
I may be used to the mood swings, but I can’t say that I like them at all. Especially when they are finally laughing, but I know that chances are, the screams are not over. I can see it in their eyes. Just like you can see in anyone’s eyes when they are stressed and upset. I just wish it was easier for them to tell me when something is bothering them. We’ve come so far – maybe one day they will have that ability!