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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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Celebrating the Little, Big Steps in Autism

Celebrating the Little, Big Steps in Autism

It’s been a week of so many little, big steps for Casey and Rob. I say “little, big” because to most people, these steps forward are not a big deal. To an autism family, little steps sometimes take years to see – they are big, huge, amazing steps!

One of the funniest steps forward is seeing Casey use emotions Thursday evening to try and get what she wanted. When I picked them up, she was happy and giggling. A little while later, she was crying and telling me she didn’t want to go to their day hab the next day.

Nothing I asked could help me understand why she so badly didn’t want to go. I messaged staff and was told she had been happy and engaged all day – nothing had happened. Casey kept sniffling with teary eyes saying “No Hopewell tomorrow.”

I finally stopped asking her questions and hoped she would calm down enough to tell me. And she did.

She looked at my calendar, saw I had an appointment Friday and she wanted to go to Hobby Lobby, not Hopewell. 😳 I was so happy she was finally able to tell me – and use the right emotion (sad)! I told her I wasn’t going to that store and she happily went to Hopewell Friday.

Saturday was a car show that Casey had been reminding me about for weeks. She was so excited to go, but she was able to understand she needed to stay with Grandma and Grandpa before we went. She even stayed happy and calm when that visit stretched longer than I planned.

As we left their house, Rob started his “on the way home” phrase. He says it 13 times whenever we get in the car to come home. (He only does this with me – for everyone else, he stays quiet until he gets home and then starts repeating it… 13 times!) We got to the car show before he was finished and he was able to stop! This is huge! His OCD requires 13 repetitions of his phrase and he controlled it.

He quietly finished his 13 times as we walked back to the car after the show. 😊

The car show was on Main Street and we were able to walk around looking at cars without the fear that one or the other would take off. Casey even walked about half a block by herself to say hi to friends of ours! Mandy, Cory and I were all watching to see if she would go to them and stop and she did!

The look on Lyn’s face when she saw Casey by herself was priceless! I walked over to them and gave Casey a big hug and told her how proud I was. She looked at me like I was nuts, of course. 😊

And today… We went swimming. But even better than that, all three of us played ball together for a long time in the pool. And when I got out, Casey and Rob played together! I sat on the edge of the pool and thought about the years when I couldn’t take them to a public pool without a lot of help. Look at them now!

And when it was time to go, they got out of the pool without a fuss. Again… Not too many years ago, that wouldn’t have happened. I would have been telling them 20 minutes left. 15 minutes left. 10 minutes… And so on… And probably still would have had issues.

So…. Brag about everything your child does. Who cares if it’s a skill they should have mastered years before? Brag about it to everyone! The people who truly care about your child will be as excited as you… And the ones who aren’t excited… Maybe they don’t matter as much.

Because, just like everyone else, your child with autism knows when you are proud and happy and excited. They may not be able to communicate with you, but they know and hearing you brag to everyone about a new skill they have learned is just as important to them as it is to a “typical” child. Shout from the rooftops! And be sure to let me know – I’ll spread the word and we’ll all cheer for your child! 🙂

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Autism and Tough Choices

Autism and Tough Choices

You know that I’m a big supporter of letting people with autism try new things. Whatever Casey and Rob want to try, I do my best to find ways to support and encourage them. However, there are times that I have to make tough choices – and they usually break my heart. I hate mom guilt.

Yesterday was my niece, Anna’s, graduation party. It was held at a place Rob was somewhat familiar with, but there was going to be a big crowd of people he didn’t know. Plus, the weather here has been unstable, to say the least, for the last week. Plus, it was hot and humid. Casey couldn’t wait to go – she had gotten a new shirt, just for the party. I knew Rob would not enjoy himself. I knew it. While I’m all for pushing them to try things, I also don’t set them up to fail. He may have been fine, as I wouldn’t have been there long. But, my gut told me I was asking for trouble. I knew his anxiety would go sky high as soon as he saw so many strangers.

The problem was – he heard Casey talking about Anna and Uncle Jeff and Grandma Rose and Grandpa Mack. So he started asking, too. I tried to explain to him that the party wasn’t at Uncle Jeff’s house or Grandma’s house. But he kept asking. And I felt like crying. I knew he wouldn’t enjoy it – but how could I explain that to him? When I’m always telling them both they can do anything if they would just try?

Enter – Mom Guilt.

Because, the reality is…. I knew it wouldn’t go well. And I just didn’t want to have to handle it.

Not that he would have a meltdown or run away. He would just get loud… louder…. louder…. maybe scream coffee cup or one of his other phrases. I knew Anna would be fine if he did – she’s an amazing young woman. I knew my brother wouldn’t care. But – sometimes… I just don’t want to be put in that position. So, mom guilt set in. I went back and forth arguing with myself.

In the end, I told Rob it was hot and it would be crowded. He asked for Uncle Jeff. I told him he wouldn’t be able to be in the house by himself – he would have to stay outside with me. He asked for Anna. I told him he would have to put a good shirt on. He asked for Grandpa Mack.

I didn’t want him to think I just didn’t want to take him. I’m proud of him! But – I also knew it wasn’t going to be fun for him. This is the hardest part of being an autism mom – the lack of communication. Did he understand that I knew he wouldn’t enjoy it or did he think Casey was more special than he was? So I cried some more.

In the end, I pulled out the big guns. I offered him a deck of cards to rip up and a Big Mac and fries. He stayed home. He was happier there. But I was almost in tears as I pulled out of the driveway. I never want my kids to think they aren’t welcome to go anywhere with me. I wanted him to understand that I knew he wouldn’t enjoy it and that’s why I was making other arrangements for him. But still….. autism isn’t easy.

It was good to see everyone at the party, but I couldn’t really relax. Even though I knew Rob was happily ripping up cards and waiting for his McDonald’s. Casey happily filled her plate with delicious food, watched kids for a few minutes and she was ready to go. We got Rob his supper and went home.

He seemed ok – but it still nags at me. Does he really understand that I would have loved to take him if I thought any part of it would be an enjoyment to him? If it hadn’t been so hot – if the weather didn’t already have him anxious…. the list goes on. The reality is, I know I did the right thing. But it still sucks at times. Mom guilt. Don’t you love it?

And – only another autism parent really gets how hard it is sometimes. People understand it’s hard. The people closest to us understand a little more as I’ve cried on their shoulders. But – really, only another autism parent truly understands that pain of not knowing if their child truly understands you are making a tough choice that is better for them. Communication… you don’t think about it much, until you don’t have it.

So – I still stand by my advice to always let your child try – as long as there is a possibility of success. Yesterday, Rob had too many things stacked against him. He may have made it through the party without any yelling, but he wouldn’t have liked it. He would have been stressed and anxious – and we would have paid the price when we got home.

So – let them try. But follow your gut instincts. And – don’t be afraid to just say your children are staying home because you need a break. It’s allowed. And it’s important.

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Autism and Two Very Different Doctor Visits

Autism and Two Very Different Doctor Visits

We waited several months for our appointment with a specialist for Casey. Somehow, in the days before the internet, my mom found a pediatric neurologist who specialized in autism. In 1992, there weren’t many doctors who had even heard of Autism. Before we went to this appointment, we strongly suspected autism, thanks to a TV show Mom saw and a book that show recommended.

It was a two hour drive. Casey always has been easy to travel with so the drive was no big deal. The waiting room was full of toys and she happily ran off to explore while I filled out paperwork. Then… The nurse called her name and all hell broke loose.

She refused to leave the toys. She kicked. She screamed. She tried to beat her head on the floor. I was due to have Rob in just a few weeks and couldn’t easily get a hold on her. The nurse told Casey she could take a toy with her and she calmed down enough to choose one. I was so embarassed (now, 28 years later, it wouldn’t faze me. 🙂 ).

Casey refused to get weighed. She wouldn’t stand for her height. She turned away for a temp check. The nurse could have been a picture on the wall for all the attention Casey paid her. She was focused on the toy and that was that. Nothing else mattered.

When the doctor came in, she never looked up. He said her name. She ignored him. He got down on the floor with her. She turned her back. He reached around her to play with the toy. She moved to a corner with the toy. He asked her what color something was – anything to engage with her. Nope. Nothing. She knew he was there, but he had nothing she wanted so she didn’t care.

He asked me several questions and with each one, I knew for sure she had autism. When he asked what I thought was going on, I simply said, “Autism.” And he agreed. In all honesty, I didn’t think much about it. She wasn’t sick. She wasn’t in pain. She was still my sweet little girl. I had no clue what our lives would become within the next year.

The meltdowns started in earnest. Almost every day. Nothing I could do would calm her down. Plus I had baby Robbie and toddler Mandy. Life was exhausting. I rarely thought farther in the future than the next day. She was in preschool all day with speech and OT. At that point, she had a few meltdowns at school – most were at home. (I think she held it together as long as she could and then just had to let go).

She had a few scripted sentences she used when she wanted something. Few words, except Mandy, Robbie, cookie, potty and drink, were spontaneous. She sang entire songs – always with perfect pitch… Knew her ABC’s, could count beyond 100, knew more colors than I did. But she couldn’t say Mommy when she looked at me.

Rob was 7 before he saw the neurologist officially. He went to one of Casey’s appointments. He said hi to the doctor. He said mommy when the doctor pointed to me. He sat quietly and shared his toy with the doctor. He looked out the window. But, he couldn’t answer simple questions. He had major sensory issues. He rarely talked. He liked his routine. He was completely opposite of her. He got the same diagnosis.

Fast forward to last week. I took them for their annual check up with their neurologist. Casey jumped on the scale, insisted the nurse check her height and held her arm out for BP check. While Rob wasn’t as excited as she was for all of that, he did everything they asked.

When the doctor came in, they both looked at him and said hi. They were both able to answer several of his questions on their own. Casey told him what crafts she liked to do and that we wouldn’t have a fair this year. Rob told him he went swimming and Bob is his friend. The doctor was so impressed with how well they are doing – especially with so many things changed this year! He said many of his patients were having a rough time, but I told him they have just accepted the changes. (Not always happily, but who has??? 🙂 )

I thought of all of this driving home the other day. We can even stop for lunch and go shopping after their appointment. Even a few years ago, that wouldn’t have been easy to do without someone else with us. Casey did give me a scare in one store, but no meltdowns, no anxiety yelling. Just shopping for coloring books and blocks. Like a typical family.

I know some of you might be going through a terrible time right now. You may be living with things I never had to. But, please, never stop hoping and never stop believing your child will grow and change. People that knew Casey when she was in elementary school are shocked to see her now. Keep pushing. Keep believing. Keep your faith!

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Autism and Mom Guilt

Autism and Mom Guilt
Autism and Mom Guilt

Later today, we finally be celebrating my niece’s high school graduation.  The party is at her grandparent’s house.  I’m feeling so guilty because I’m not taking Rob.

He is welcome, of course, and no one would mind his noises.  But, we were there the other night and he “claimed” a spot in their living room as his safe place.  Bill and Reeva don’t care, as they love him.  But – I can’t be sure he won’t go looking for things to rip up, so I will be constantly running in to check on him.  And I just don’t want to.

Yeah, I know that makes me sound terrible.  Tracie is going to help keep an eye on them, but I don’t want her stuck in the house with Rob.  She is family and should be able to relax and visit, too.  And, the weather is supposed to be stormy off and on all day.  And, I am just not feeling very patient today.  I just want to talk to people.  Selfish?  Yeah, but that’s how I feel.

Last night, I found out Mandy’s plans had changed for the day and she told me to ask him if he would rather go to her house.  Truthfully, I know he would much rather do that.  She is even going to take him out for supper somewhere.  He will be happier.  I will be happier.  Casey will be happier.

I still feel guilty.

I am a firm believer in people with autism pushing their limits.  They need to experience life and all the joy that comes with it.  They need love and support to learn about the world.  I think I do a pretty good job of pushing them.

Today, I just don’t want to.

Today, I want to take pictures of Lacey and her party guests.  I want to sit down and actually eat a meal.  I’m not sure when I did that last.  Probably lunch with Tracie on Thursday.  I want to laugh with my brother and talk to people.

I want to watch Casey have fun.  I want to wonder what she is thinking as she watches other people.  (Though, honestly, much of what she is thinking is – I’ll sneak another cookie when mom isn’t looking.  😊  Her mom isn’t as blind as she thinks!)  I want to help with anything Lacey needs or just sit and watch clouds go by.

My head knows I’m doing the right thing by taking him to Mandy’s.  He will love having her all to himself and she will spoil him.  He doesn’t really want to go to the party, anyway.

But… My heart is worried that he’ll think he isn’t wanted or welcome there.  My heart aches that he ever feel that way.  As so the war between head and heart rages.  I hate it.

I wish he was able to say he doesn’t want to go – or that he does!  It’s silly, of course, as I know Rob.  A choice between this party and Mandy is a no brainer – he will always pick her.  I feel guilty because I’m not asking him. I’m just doing what I think is best.  As a mom, that’s what I do.

But, he’s an adult and should be given choices.  And yeah, I know – he is a child in many ways and still needs guidance.  I just always try to give them choices whenever is possible.

I hate mom (or dad!) guilt.

I can hear Mandy’s voice in my head – get over it, mom.  He doesn’t want to go to the party.  😊  So that’s my plan. I still feel guilty not asking him what he wants to do.

But one thing I have learned over 30 years of living with autism… Sometimes, you gotta do what’s best for you and your other kids.  Today – that means Rob will be going to Mandy’s to be spoiled while Casey and I go celebrate Lacey.

It’s hard to do, but please – throw away the guilt and do what’s best for you sometimes.  You deserve it – you need it.

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You are an Amazing Autism Parent

You are an Amazing Autism Parent

That probably sounds like an odd title to a post, but I wanted you to know it. I have no idea what your life is like, but I know enough to know you are tired, stressed, maybe lonely, certainly worried and an amazing autism parent.

Like most people, last week was our first week back into our usual routine and it seemed like it was a month long. Rob was happy to be back to normal, Casey not so much. I went to wake her up one morning, and she said “no, snow day!” 🙂 As much as I wanted to crawl back in bed, too, I laughed and told her to get up. Not long after she got up, a memory popped up on Facebook reminding me that one year ago, we were all home because of a huge snow storm. How I wish I had her memory! (on a side note, it was almost 70 here yesterday!)

The first week back with a full moon and crazy weather at the end. Imagine my excitement! Casey wouldn’t sleep Monday, Rob was up and down all night Tuesday, she didn’t want to sleep Wednesday and he had a terrible time going to sleep Thursday. Yayyy full moon! Thank God, they both crashed Friday and slept last night, too, cause I was tired. Like crying over little things exhausted. (yep – crying meltdown yesterday morning – sorry, Dad!) So – there – for those who message me and tell me I have an easy life with autism… some days, yes, I do. Others, nope, not so much.

So this brings me to my point. I see you. I know you have days when you are crying in the shower (if you have time for a shower!) so no one knows, especially your child. Because you never want your child to think they are the reason for your tears. Or so no one knows that the “strong” person broke. I see you. I get it. I’ve cried in the shower more times than I hope to ever remember.

I know you are so tired that simple things like what to make for supper are more than you think you can handle. There were weeks when Saturday supper was frozen pizza for Rob and me and ravioli for Casey because I knew they would both eat and I didn’t have to think about it. Healthy? Nope… but, sometimes, you gotta do what you gotta do. They were happy and so was I. 🙂

I know that beyond not getting much sleep, you are tired of fighting for services for your child. You are tired of phone calls from the school. You are tired of therapies, doctors, insurance. You are tired of trying to figure out how to pay bills. You are tired of making the same food, washing the same clothes and watching the same TV shows or movies. You are just tired of it all.

But, here’s what else I know. You are doing an awesome job! You may not think it. You may not believe me. That’s okay. I know you are. I know that your child’s eyes light up when they see you. I know you wonder if your child loves you or even cares if you are around. Yes – they do. I promise you that. Your child may never say a word, but they love you. They need you – the imperfect, exhausted you. Just like you need them.

I know that you put yourself last. That all of your energy goes into taking care of your family and home before you think about yourself. I also know that you can’t do that very long. You have to think about yourself or you won’t be able to take care of them. Trust me – I know it’s hard to think of yourself, of spending time doing something just for you. But, if you don’t, you won’t be able to take care of them. I learned that the hard way – I speak from experience. 🙂

I know that you question every decision you make for your child. I know you are lonely and feel forgotten by friends, at times. I know your family may not be as supportive as you want. I know you may have had to limit the time your child spends with some family and that you hurt over that.

But really – for all of you that needs to hear this. You are an amazing autism parent! Every day, you get up and you do the very best you can for your child. You love that child more than you ever thought it was possible to love anyone. You brag about their little steps forward. You try every thing you hear about that may help your child. You do research better than a detective. You ask questions and reach out to other parents who may be able to help you. You are stronger than you think!

Always remember – from one autism parent to another – you are doing a wonderful job! You may not always believe it, but I have faith in you. Be as proud of yourself as you are of your child. Brag about yourself, too. You got this!

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Autism and Being Thankful

Autism and Being Thankful

Years ago, when I did the children’s chats at church every Sunday, I would always ask the kids what they are thankful for. The catch was – it had to be something others might think was silly, but that meant a lot to the kids. It was always interesting to hear what they had to say, but it was also a surprise at how hard it was to get them to open up about silly things they were thankful for. So this week, in the spirit of the season, I’m going to share a few things I’m thankful for this year.

  1. We all survived the time change. For anyone without a child with autism, that may seem silly, but oh my God. Time change week is never fun. The only good thing is that the change in the fall makes Casey and Rob want to go to bed earlier. But, not necessarily to sleep… they lay there and talk and sing and then when it is time to be quiet, they are too wound up to sleep. Time changes suck and I have decided to convince the Ohio legislature to do away with it (there has been a bill laying around for a few years) by taking Casey and Rob to every politician against doing away with it and say “Here ya go – enjoy time change week!” and leave them. The bill will be passed in a day or so! 🙂
  2. I got a list of “wants” from both kids this year! Last year was the first time Rob ever told me anything he would like to have from Santa. Signs, of course. For his birthday in August, he asked for certain colors of Legos. A few weeks ago, he said he wanted signs, but this morning, he added a railroad, Legos and crayons! Casey gave me her list weeks ago and it was basically the same one she has given Santa for years – only the colors of the shirts she wants change and the stuffed Sesame Street character. If you can’t get a list of ideas from your kids, please don’t think about their actual age – buy what they would like. Casey and Rob will get lots of things that are no where near age appropriate, but that will make them happy. And that’s your goal, right?
  3. While I will never get rich teaching preschool, I am thankful that I can work a few blocks from the kids’ day hab and that I am able to be home with them until they are picked up each morning. I’m also grateful that my co-workers are so understanding when I’m exhausted from too little sleep or frustrated about service issues. And if I need time off to deal with those problems, it’s not a big deal. Every time I think I need to look for another job, I think about those facts and know that I need to stay right where I am. 🙂
  4. Speaking of their day hab – I am so thankful they both love going there and that they are given so many opportunities to do things that they enjoy. I’ll admit, there have been bumps here and there, but right now, Casey and Rob are both happy to get on the shuttle in the mornings, so I know they are excited to be going. Casey can volunteer to her heart’s delight and Rob can join in whatever strikes his fancy that day. It wasn’t too long ago, he spent his days in his therapy swing, basically hiding from everyone. I am constantly reading stories of other families who are desperate to find somewhere for their adult child that will serve their needs. We have several options in our area, but many places have none – or waiting lists that are years long. For a small town, we do have a lot of day hab options.
  5. I am thankful that we all enjoy long hikes together. For many families, actually doing things as a family is difficult if not impossible. Casey and Rob both love hiking and it’s something we can all do together – not to mention the amazing exercise we get! It took years to get to this point. We are finally able to try new things and see how it goes. Last summer, we were able to get away a few days without Rob stressing the entire time.

All around us, we are hearing statements telling us to share what we are thankful for – things we are grateful for. It’s just that time of year. I urge you to look around you and find things to be thankful for, too. I know that in the midst of sensory meltdowns, fighting with insurance companies, little sleep and the stress from every day things, it’s hard to think of anything to be thankful for. But, every day, find something small. There were times I was thankful I could walk downstairs and get the laundry without a screaming meltdown because I disappeared.

I was thankful that neither of them tried to leave the house during the night. Neither played with knives, fire or cleaning products. As much as I got tired of their routines, at times, I was thankful for those same routines. Look around you – I’m sure there is something that you can smile about today. Maybe you got to go to the bathroom for a few seconds or got to have a cup of coffee while your child watched TV. Maybe your child didn’t cry at his new shirt or your daughter was able to give you a quick hug. Enjoy those times – relive those beautiful moments and say a quiet “thank you.”

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Autism and the Individual Service Plan

Autism and the Individual Service Plan

Last week, I met with Farrah, County Board of DD (their SSA) and Khisha, Hopewell, to plan the “outcomes” part of their annual ISP (Individual Service Plan). These plans are to make it possible for a complete stranger to come into our home, in the event of an emergency and know everything they need to take care of Casey and Rob. (Yeah – anyone else laughing? 🙂 ) It’s a great idea – and some of the info would be helpful, but unless you actually live here, a daily plan is nearly impossible to write. Farrah mentioned she would like to see it – so here we go!

A typical weekday morning – I am up first and shower (and lay out her hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste and deodorant) before I get Casey up. Before I go up to wake her, I set out her pills and juice by the refrigerator and either get out a yogurt or the toaster for waffles. If it is waffles day, her plate, butter, syrup and fork are all on the counter, too. Rob’s pills, koolaid and breakfast (three waffles and fruit, if it’s a waffle day – a pack of Brown sugar cinnamon pop tarts and fruit for other days) on the counter by the sink. And his deodorant. Many times, she is awake when I go upstairs, but some days, I need to encourage her to get out of bed. I also have to say “good morning” to whichever creature she slept with that night – right now, it’s “da biggest big bird” but that changes on a schedule I haven’t figured out, yet.

She runs down the steps, puts her clothes in the bathroom and gets her pills and juice. She reminds me if she needs a packed lunch that day. I pack lunches while she gets dressed and start her waffles when she leaves the bathroom. After she gets her shoes on, she goes into the dining room to get her three quarters for the day, then runs upstairs to get her coat and then I can brush her hair – never before she has her shoes on and her coat in hand. While she eats, I take Rob’s breakfast and pills to his room.

Like his mom, he prefers to be left alone until he is a little more awake, so he enjoys his breakfast in peace, then gets dressed (right now, he is only wearing red shirts!) and his shoes on. He grabs his coat as he leaves his room, throws his cup in the sink in the kitchen and checks the pantry for interesting snacks, if I forgot and left the door open. He grabs his quarters (that he never uses!) and sits in the recliner. She sits on the love seat and goes back to sleep while he insists on channel 10 on the TV (that he never watches) and checks his lunch box for the required items. (at this point, an orange, an apple, fruit snacks, pop and another fruit)

When the shuttle comes, they both run to the door and he starts “singing” as soon as he gets to the shuttle. (I’m sorry, driver – I have no idea why he’s doing it!)

Before they get home at 3, I put her pill, drink and a snack beside the refrigerator and his by the sink. She usually gets a cup of fruit or a yogurt. He wants three “big pretzels” (only the rods of a certain brand from one store in town!) but is okay if I am out of the pretzels to have cheese crackers (but again, only a certain brand!). When the shuttle drops them off, he starts “singing” as soon as his feet hit the ground. She runs through the house to put her shoes in the closet and then upstairs to hang up her coat. She may or may not come right back for her pills.

He empties his lunch box (with reminders!) grabs his iPad, pills, snack and juice and goes to his room. (If he runs right to his room, I know he has something he isn’t supposed to have – he thinks he is being so smart! HA!) He will sit in there for a few minutes before he comes back to say hi. She takes her pill and drink and sits on the love seat, then goes back for her snack. Then, she may lay down for a while with her iPad or go to her room and fold socks. She will also ask what is for supper and gets irritated if I don’t have an answer ready for her.

They both enjoy free time until supper. I make one plate, then the other and as they start to eat, I fix my own, then give one seconds, then the other (small amounts!) and finally sit down to a meal that I don’t even want anymore. If we are having something Rob doesn’t care for, he makes something for himself (frozen pizza rolls are his go-to thing right now – but only at home and only a certain brand!)

After supper, she goes out to the patio and sits on the swing, sometimes for an hour or more. Between 7:30-7:45, I tell her to start her bath water – she says “no” as she is getting up to do it. While her tub fills, I get out their pills and drinks again, then help her wash her hair and ask what she wants for a snack. It is waiting for her when she comes out of the bathroom. She eats and goes to her room. I tell Rob it’s shower time and start his water for him (he will burn himself) and help him wash his hair. (I also remind him he has more body parts than his face and under his arms! 🙂 )

I ask him what snack he wants, but he usually tells me before his shower. It’s waiting when he gets done and then he goes to his room, too. If his iPad happens to be dead, he might sit in the living room with me, but he only wants to watch ESPN – and it doesn’t matter what is on – that’s what he wants!

At 9:30, I take both iPads and tell them good night and that I love them. Do they go to sleep? Nope, but I need quiet time to chill out and this routine is helping Rob sleep better. I don’t want to change it too much for fear of what may happen! 🙂

Our schedule doesn’t really change on the weekends, except they sleep as long as they would like. Otherwise, pills are waiting, meals are the same, bath times are the same and bed time routine doesn’t change.

The funny thing is, when they sleep at my parents’ house, none of this matters to them. They keep basically the same schedule, but don’t get stressed if it isn’t exactly. And Rob will eat snacks there that he refuses here.

And during all of this, we have to always keep in mind the “rules” of our house. I wrote two blogs about them – for laughs, here they are – Autism and Our Very own Personal Rules to Live By and More Never to Be Forgotten Rules of our Autism House . The funny thing is, so many things in our lives have changed (and can change in an instant!) but these rules have applied for many years. Both of them have eased up a little in the rules, but not enough to say they aren’t rules anymore. Just more fun and excitement in our happy little circus!

Have a wonderful week! 🙂

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Autism and the Difficult Topics of Conversation

Autism and the Difficult Topics of Conversation

Another autism site I follow recently posted that her mother was very ill and wouldn’t survive more than a few days. She took her 14 year old son with autism to see his grandma in the hospital and let him say goodbye in his own way. He and his grandma were extremely close and mom felt it was important for him to do this. The backlash I saw on her post was immediate. While some were supportive of her and expressed their sympathy, others were calling her a terrible mom for putting her son through that. I was shocked.

Autism is not easy. It’s never a cut and dried decision that lasts. When my children lost their great grandpa, he was in the care center and they did go visit him a few times – when he was still himself and able to talk to them like always. I think Rob knew what was happening, but I doubt Casey did. When my grandparents died, they weren’t in a hospital and it wasn’t something that we knew was coming. Losing their grandpa a few years ago was harder on them, but also easier, as they both knew he was going to Heaven to be with his dad and mom. He was sick for a while and they saw him in the nursing home, but not the hospital.

Casey and Rob seem to take death in stride. They were both upset about not seeing them until they get to heaven (they both know Heaven is a place, but they don’t always understand why we can’t go and come back, like a vacation.). When someone dies (or when we lost our dog Eve a few years ago0, I simply told them the truth. That Eve was very sick and she died. That grandpa Bill was very sick and he died. And that they were both in Heaven now, with God. Casey talks about Heaven often, Rob – not much. But, of the two, she is more likely to talk than him. He is more likely to talk about the person – Eve, Grandpa Jones.

I didn’t know what they would understand. They are smarter than most people give them credit for because they don’t talk much. I have no idea if I told them the right things to ease their missing that person. It doesn’t seem that I scared them and for that, I’m grateful.

The thing is, autism or not, there are difficult things you need to talk to your child about. Will they understand everything? Who knows? But if you don’t talk to them, their minds will decide for them and what they think up may be the worse thing ever. (For example, I would never tell them someone “went to sleep” when they died – they might think if you sleep, you never come back and God knows we have enough trouble sleeping without that, too!)

When their dad and I divorced, I was really at a loss to explain that to them. Finally, I decided to give them no details – only what would directly affect them. I simply told them that Daddy would have a new house and that they could go see him as much as they wanted. Mandy, of course, had more questions and I answered those as honestly as I could. What Casey and Rob thought about the divorce is a mystery as neither as ever mentioned it to me. I didn’t know what to say to them, but it wouldn’t have been fair for me to not tell them it was happening.

Talking to Casey about her period was another tough topic. But, again, I told her a very simplified version of what was happening. She only said, “Boys?” and I told her no, that boys don’t have them because boys don’t have babies. She’s never mentioned it again. They both know boys and girls are different, but neither seems to care. They have little interest in the opposite sex, though Rob may grin at pictures of women once in a while. 🙂

Drugs are another thing you may need to discuss with your child. I have talked to mine, but since Casey refuses to take an ibuprofen for a headache because the doctor didn’t tell her she could (tho, at our last visit, their neuro wrote in his orders that Casey could take an ibuprofen for a headache and to ask mom for one when she needs it, so she will now. How cool was that of him?? 🙂 ), I know she won’t take anything from anyone. Rob will take ibuprofen, but only from me or Mandy. But – they are also very sheltered. Your child may be higher functioning and may have friends say “try this, you will like it!” and do it. You have got to talk to them. You don’t need all the answers – only to talk to them!

Even talking to your child about their autism is important. Imagine knowing you are different, but not knowing why and no one will tell you! How scary is that? When Casey was 8 – 9, we were talking about autism (actually, it was IEP time and I told her I was trying to think what she would like to learn – not really expecting an answer, but you never know!) and she said “hurts my ears.” She couldn’t explain more, but I took it to mean that to her, autism meant her ears hurt. Too many loud, deep sounds and she just couldn’t handle it some days. She has always had the more sensitive ears of the two of them. His are sensitive, too, but not to the degree hers were. (AIT – auditory intergration therapy helped her a lot!)

Just because your child has autism doesn’t mean you don’t have to have the difficult talks with them. You will need to talk to them at their level. Decide what you want to tell them, break it down into simple sentences and do it. You don’t even need to do it all at once! A minute here and there will accomplish the same thing as an hour lecture that they may tune out anyway. You have to tell them about death, drugs, divorce, strangers. It won’t be easy or fun (but is it easy or fun with typical kids, either?? nope!) but that’s your job as a parent.

Obviously, depending on your child’s functioning level and your lives, there are some topics you may get to avoid. Maybe divorce isn’t something you need to talk about. If your child is lower functioning, maybe drugs aren’t something you need to discuss. But, death will happen. Please don’t leave your child wondering why someone never comes to see them anymore! Remember that just because your child doesn’t talk, it doesn’t mean they don’t think! They know more than we realize (as I’m constantly finding out!) and it’s unfair to them not to know what is happening in their lives.

Remember – short simple talks. You don’t need to share a lots of details, unless they ask. And always be ready to answer questions if they are able to ask. Autism or not, you are a parent, first – there’s no avoiding the hard talks! 🙂