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Autism and Amazing Bravery

Autism and Amazing Bravery

I’m sure I’ve shared before that Casey loves to sing in our county board of DD talent show each year. This year, the talent show included a visual arts part, too. (The talent show was virtual the last few years.) I asked Rob if he wanted to paint one of his cars to display. He wasn’t sure, at first, but earlier this week, I told him if he was going to paint a car, he needed to do it. And he painted for nearly two hours – everything I could find that he might like. Honestly, with everything they deal with every day, Casey and Rob are much braver than I am.

Casey got up early Friday because she was so excited about singing. He wasn’t excited – he was concerned about taking his cars. He was worried that he wouldn’t be able to bring them home with him. Once I explained we would put them on a table and let people look at them and bring them home when Casey was done singing, he was okay with taking them. She was getting ready when he finally got excited.

And by excited, I mean, he asked every minute or so about Mandy, Cory, Grandma Rose and Grandpa Mack. I had to tell him over and over that Mandy and Cory would pick us up and that Grandma and Grandpa would meet us at the school. He was getting anxious again about taking his cars, but as soon as they got to our house, he grabbed the box and went out the door.

The gym was getting crowded, but they both happily sat down and waited. As we waited for it to start, I couldn’t help thinking how absolutely amazing it was to watch them. So many people knew them and I didn’t have to worry about them wandering off. They both walked over to say hi to other family members and came back. It doesn’t seem like that long ago that I wouldn’t have dared let them get that far away from me.

Even when it started getting noisy, they both kept smiling. And again, I thought how not so long ago, a crowd like this would have been impossible for either of them. Both would have been running away or yelling. Right then, I didn’t care about the talent show or anything else – I just watched the two of them sit together and enjoy themselves. Even when the lights got dark, they kept smiling.

Casey was the third one to sing and she had a huge smile on her face the whole time. the first time she did show, you could see how nervous she was. She didn’t smile and she didn’t look at anyone. Now, several years later, she smiled the whole song and looked around the crowd for the people she knows and loves. (I was sitting on the floor near the stage, taking pics of everyone and she looked at me often) She swayed back and forth as she sang and when she was done, she flashed an even bigger grin before she left the stage.

I heard Rob talking once or twice, but nothing very loud. He was watching the singers with a smile. (I wish I could get him to sing. He has an awesome voice, like she does, but rarely lets anyone hear him!) Listening to everyone sing, I thought again about how much they have changed.

Who would have thought the little girl screaming and banging her head because it was a snow day would some day be singing on stage? Who could have imagined that the little boy who went everywhere with ear protection and hated crowds when sit for over an hour in a crowd to watch his sister? Who could have dreamed that she would be able to listen for her name, go up on stage alone, sing and go sit back down? Who could have thought he would be able to go to the bathroom by himself and come back to us?

Autism is not an easy journey. Anyone who tells you that is lying. Some days just suck. And some days suck more than others. But – please – even during those days that suck, try to keep dreaming for your child. Many people that see Casey today comment that she has “easy” autism (yeah – no clue what that is, but I’ve heard it many times). Rob, on the other hand, makes people nervous. I guess his size and that he talks less than she does. So, he is “hard.”

I wish those people who say she is easy could have seen her when she was little and every single day brought a new struggle for her. Changes in routine, not being able to tell me what she needed, sensory issues – the list goes on and on and meltdowns were a daily part of our lives. Rob had his struggles, too – just different ones than she did, of course. When I had time to think, I wondered how we would make it. I knew I couldn’t keep doing that for years – what then? There were some black days.

And that’s why we want to tell you to have hope! Stay strong. Keep dreaming. We didn’t have a magic pill that took our struggles away. We just kept working at their needs and trying new things. I kept hoping for the best and reaching for stars for them. (No, I’m not some “Life is unicorns and rainbows” person – I made a lot of mistakes. I yelled, I cried. I said I was done. I cussed. I yelled and cried some more. But – we kept going through her yells, my yells and his squeals – that’s all I’m trying to tell you.)

As for the talent show, Rob won the “Most Unique Art” trophy and Casey won the “People’s Choice – Singing” trophy. They were both happy and excited. He put his trophy on a shelf in his room before he even took his coat off! She added hers to the rest of her singing awards. 🙂

So – never give up. Yell, if you want (preferably where your child can’t hear you). Cry, if you need. Cuss if it helps. But, never, ever think that your tough days will last forever. Only God knows what your child is capable of – keep dreaming, keep planning, keep your faith that tomorrow will be a better day!

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Autism and a Week of Little Things

Autism and a Week of Little Things

When you are a parent, sometimes, you forget about all of the little things your child is learning every day. You think about the big things – first steps, first words, potty training and you forget to cheer when your child holds a door for someone or helps without being asked. When you are a parent of a special needs child, those little things are often what you notice first. With autism, you don’t take any new skill for granted. This was a week of little steps for us and this is one excited autism mom.

As many of you know, I injured my foot several months ago and am still trying to stay off of it and get it to heal. Things have been done a lot differently around here because I am simply not able to get up and down stairs or jump in the car whenever we want to. Casey and Rob have taken it all in stride and they have grown so much in their self-confidence and awareness of the needs of others (which isn’t easy for anyone, but when you add in autism… you get the picture!)

They are taking turns bringing the trash cans to the house after the trash is picked up. She is even more determined to help with the laundry and is even folding everyone else’s, too. He has been sitting in the living room with me to keep me company. They are taking care of their rooms with fewer reminders. Both of them carry things for me or will go get something if I need it.

Casey will be singing in a talent show Friday and, of course, needs a new shirt for it. I told her we would go shopping the week after her birthday so she could spend birthday money, too. My mom took us early in the week. I hated the idea, but I took my knee scooter, too, so I could keep weight off of my foot. (Crutches are not my friend! 🙂 ) Rob carried it out to the car and loaded it for me and at each store, he went right to the trunk, unloaded it, and brought it to me. (Well, there was one place that he was so excited to get in the store that he left the scooter behind the car instead of bringing to me, but hey – Dollar Tree is exciting, you know! 🙂 ) He put it away each time, too. I am so proud of him and he was proud of himself for helping me.

Casey carefully picked out the perfect shirt and a few others. She even put back the $20 pack of socks when I told her it was too much. He stood and made faces at himself in a mirror while he waited for her to finish shopping. He even agreed to purchase a new shirt for himself! And when we stopped to eat, it was amazing to see them both read the menu to see what they wanted and then tell the waitress. (He tries to get me to do it, but he will if I remind him that he can talk to her.)

Wednesday was a big one, though! They were supposed to go out to eat with their day hab and then go to the Dollar Tree. Rob put his new shirt on without being asked! And even when Rob knows they are eating out, he insists on taking his lunchbox with him. It’s almost like a security thing with him. So I pack a few things and let him carry it. That day, though! Once he heard they were going out to eat, he put his lunchbox in the pantry and sat down to wait for their ride. I was so excited and praising him – he looked at me like I was crazy, of course, but I don’t care. He even picked up a dollar to take so he could go shopping. (He rarely thinks about needing money – someone always has it for him) I told him I had already sent money and that he didn’t need to worry about it.

Here’s the thing. Typical parents may not notice things like this. But – autism parents do! We celebrate every single little step and tell everyone about it. Some days are tough, I know, and you might spend more time thinking about what your child can’t do than what he/she can. Been there, done that.

But – celebrating these little things is important! Yell it from the roof tops! I don’t care if your child is 30 when they say Mom for the first time – it’s just as important and exciting as a baby saying it. You deserve to brag about your child as much as everyone else! Celebrating every little step will help you get through those tougher days. Always focus on what your child can do and not what they can’t. You can always work on those goals, but you’ll be happier if you focus on the good and not the bad. Always keep hope alive.

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Autism and Birthday Surprises

Autism and Birthday Surprises

A few days ago, we celebrated Casey’s birthday and, as always, it’s a time that reminds me just how far she has come in her journey with autism. She was evaluated at a children’s hospital when she was three, but we never got a report from them, despite many, many phone calls. So she was 4 when she officially got her diagnosis.

And here we are – 30 years later! Oh my gosh – to write that makes it sound like an eternity and some days, it felt like it, too. She has gone from barely speaking to able, most of the time, to tell me what she wants or needs. (She really sees no point in casual conversation, though). She has gone from being a runner who could disappear in seconds to being able to go shopping and even look at items on her own (with someone very close by!). She has gone from screaming meltdowns that could last hours to maybe one a year – and she is usually able to calm herself before getting out of control. (Or at least tell me what’s wrong and ask for help before she gets too upset).

She loves going places and will try anything. She still isn’t a fan of crowds, but since I’m not either, that could be a family trait and not her autism. 🙂 She looks people in the eye for a few seconds. Her memory is still amazing – and a little scary at times. (I asked her last summer what year she, Mandy and Rob painted a set of snowmen for me and she knew the day and date.)

Here’s the thing. She still has autism. She still struggles with sleep at times and she will overeat if given the chance. She doesn’t like certain noises and she needs lots of blankets to feel safe. Her sensory needs aren’t as strong as Rob’s but they are there. I’ve heard a few times that she is cured. No – she isn’t. She can’t be trusted to keep herself safe. She has definite needs – but she is also one of the most amazing young women I know.

Casey has always had very definite plans for her birthday. If you look at pictures of her from birthdays when she was little (or even 6 – 7 years ago) it wasn’t often you would see a true smile on her face. She will do a goofy “say cheese” smile but it rarely reached her eyes. She needed everything to happen and she couldn’t be relaxed about it. She opened presents without smiles, she blew out candles without a smile. She ate cake and disappeared in her room away from everyone.

Now, though – she can truly enjoy her birthday. She finally understands that plans can change and the day can be what makes her happy. This year, instead of cake, she wanted cookies and sherbet. So I stuck a few candles in a container of sherbet and we sang Happy Birthday (she sang, too!) to her. She smiled at every present and was excited to get money to go shopping. (Which she has asked about every day since!) She was thrilled with tie dyed PJs and tennis shoes. And she was even happier to discover that she got another “da biggest Cookie Monster” (I think she has 5 now – all the same)

But the best part was to see her excitement with a cream stick for breakfast and Arby for supper (she picks the place) and that she had two parties and all of her family around her. She isn’t afraid of being the center of attention anymore. And that makes this mom so happy. She still has the same sweet smile she had as a toddler and the room lights up when she smiles.

Celebrate all of the little steps that make huge changes in your child’s life. It may take years, but those little steps are just as important as the big ones. Sometimes, we forget that.

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Autism and the Toughest Judge of Me

Autism and the Toughest Judge of Me

Don’t deny it. At some point in your life, you have judged someone. Whether it was for their choice of jobs or love or clothing – you have done it. I’m not proud of it, and I am working hard at not doing it, but I have judged others. I’ve heard judgments others have said about me. Before we go any farther, let me say – nothing anyone can say about me will be a surprise, I don’t particularly care what they think, and I’m tougher on myself than anyone else will ever be.

I made a lot of mistakes as far as autism goes. There simply wasn’t a lot of information when Casey was diagnosed so, for the most part, my expectations for her were the same as if she was typical. In some ways, I think that helped – it never occurred to me that she couldn’t be potty trained, so we never gave up. It never occurred to me that she might not be able to use forks and spoons properly. It was a struggle, but we kept going. I’ve often thought that if I had read some of these really scary books before she was diagnosed, she wouldn’t have come as far as she has.

Why wasn’t Rob diagnosed as early as she was? Simple – he was completely the opposite of her. Even our doctors weren’t concerned. He had almost constant ear infections and they attributed his lack of speech to those. He didn’t have meltdowns or sensory issues or the desperate need for routine she did. He simply didn’t say much. (he also had Mandy – she talked for him for years!) Didn’t I know he might have gotten more help if he had been diagnosed? Well, duh! But – his lack of speech put him in the same preschool/speech program that Casey went to. An earlier diagnosis wouldn’t have helped much.

The list of why I did what I did would do on for miles. I don’t owe anyone an explanation for my choices. I second guess myself enough.

Was I too lenient on them when they were little? Maybe I didn’t expose them to enough new experiences. Maybe I should have made Rob try more things. Maybe I didn’t handle Casey’s meltdowns the right way. Maybe I still don’t. Maybe I shouldn’t have given in to his need to wear certain types of shirts. Maybe I should have tried to break her routines. Maybe I set the routines myself because it worked. Maybe I didn’t work with them enough when they were in school. Maybe I should be working with them more now with speech.

Maybe I shouldn’t be telling them when to go to bed? After all, they are adults. Maybe I should make them do more around the house? (they both have chores they do, but I’m sure it could be more.) Maybe I’m not doing enough to help them lose weight? Maybe I don’t engage with them enough?

See? The list goes on and on. I know, at times, I have over-reacted to things that have happened with Casey and Rob. Honestly, when I’m tired, the smallest thing can be the last straw. I don’t really like being the parent everyone dreads to call with bad news. But, it is what it is. I apologize when I need to. I don’t when I did nothing but defend Casey and Rob.

I’m sure other parents are like me. It doesn’t matter what you think – they are already tougher on themselves and their choices than you will ever be. I can sit here and think “I would never…” forever, but I truly don’t know what I would do if I lived in that person’s shoes. You don’t, either. You can say, “I would never let my child meltdown in public.” but if your child has sensory issues, it will probably happen. Maybe, instead, you should think “Thank God my child’s senses aren’t as affected by autism.”

You can say, “My child would never be allowed to be up all night.” Maybe, instead, you can be grateful that your child sleeps. “I would never let my child be aggressive.” Be thankful you don’t have to deal with this – thousands of families live with this every day. Instead of judging other autism parents (or anyone!) be grateful that you don’t have to deal with what they live with every day. Every person with autism is unique and so are their families.

I’m not sure why we feel the need to judge other families. Maybe to make our lives seem better? Our parenting better? Whatever the reason, we need to stop judging and start being grateful for our own lives. Trust me – someone always has it worse than you do. I know I’ll never live up to my own expectations – I definitely don’t need someone else pointing out what I’ve done wrong.

Be supportive and be thankful.

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Autism and Planning for the Unexpected

Autism and Planning for the Unexpected

I think I’ve got good plans in place for emergencies. I’ve got extra meds (except one- it’s “controlled” and I can get it even one day early 🙁 ) food and water. We’ve had a few weather emergencies and I know Casey and Rob will get up quickly and go to the basement. I feel like I’ve thought of everything I can.

Wednesday reminded me that no matter how much you plan, something will pop up to teach you that you aren’t ready. And really, it wasn’t that big of a deal.

I was having severe pain in my lower right side and my doctor wanted an immediate CT scan to check my appendix. I had to drink two bottles of water/dye before and, as I was sitting in the health plex, my mind was racing.

Rob was going to be out of that med Thursday morning. Who was going to order and pick it up? If I had to stay in hospital, how would their lunches get packed (they are both very particular about what is in their lunches)? Where would they sleep? I needed to do laundry. I promised Rob a haircut and Casey a walk. The thoughts were racing.

Now, honestly, none of that should have been bothering me. Mandy and Cory, Mom and Dad, Jeff and Tracie would have jumped in to help. But – I was in pain and trying desperately not to throw up. And tired from not sleeping much the night before. So, of course, everything looked worse than it actually was. But – isn’t that how autism is sometimes? It just catches you off guard and little things become huge things. Something as simple as a lunch packed with the wrong things can trigger a meltdown or an anxiety attack.

No matter how we plan (and seriously, very few people plan better than an autism parent!) something will always show us that we just can’t control everything. Which really stinks when you live with people who need things to be controlled and the same. I do my best not to let Casey and Rob get too into their routines, but it happens. Our evening routine changed two nights a few weeks ago and I was so excited that even with the differences, they both went to sleep.

I am lucky. I have family and friends that can jump in and help me. (Not that I don’t still freak out – Mandy likes to tell me to chill out. 🙂 ) But, I can still plan a little better. I can’t change when the medicines can be filled, but I can write down what they like in their lunches. I have their med lists written down and it’s in the tray with their medicines so anyone can give them the right doses. I have written their schedules in this blog – but mostly, just so people can understand just how crazy our lives are at times. 🙂

I also know that Rob and Casey are more relaxed than many people with autism. This happened only in the last few years so don’t give up hope that your child will relax, too! But still, they like their routines. Rob’s anxiety might be rough if he isn’t sure what is happening. So I struggle to be as organized as possible for them. Honestly, as long as they are with grandma and grandpa or Mandy and Cory, Casey and Rob will probably just go with the flow instead of getting anxious.

But – my advice to you is to plan! Write down your child’s preference in clothing and food. Write down a detailed schedule that your child follows each day. Write down what medications they take and the times and doses. Make a note of what your child likes in their backpack for school and in their lunch. Detail their bedtime routine and what they like to sleep with (such as a fan, nightlight, music, stuffed animals). I also have our doctor phone numbers and their insurance info where it can be easily found. Write down anything that you think might be helpful for someone who is taking care of your child in the event of an emergency.

Sometimes, I’m sure I over – plan (and Mandy is nodding as she reads this! 🙂 ) but it makes me feel better that if someone needs to step in and take care of Casey and Rob, they will have the information they need to keep Rob and Casey happy and safe. I’ll keep making too many notes just to ease my own mind.

You can use a simple notebook to make your lists. Just make sure that you put it somewhere that it can be found easily. Trust me – you will feel better knowing those tiny, but so important, details are written down!

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Autism and Hope – Never Lose It!

Autism and Hope

Anyone that follows our Facebook page may have seen that Casey sang in our county board of developmental disabilities talent show a few evenings ago. She won one of the awards – she was happy about that, but for her, just the singing is enough. And that she got a milkshake after! 🙂

She was so excited that she got to buy a new shirt to wear. That night, she couldn’t stop giggling at supper and kept looking at me for the signal that it was time to take a bath and get ready to go. We had to blow her hair dry and use “fluffy” stuff (mousse) in it. She couldn’t stand still from excitement. Even Rob was excited about going!

When we got to the school, Rob chose their seats and Casey bounced in her seat to watch people come in. She was going to be the last one to sing before intermission. Mandy and Cory came and she bounced harder. (And Rob had to jump up and rub Cory’s face – he had shaved his beard! 🙂 I’m still waiting for Rob to tell me he wants his face like Cory’s!

I was taking pictures for the newspaper, so I wasn’t sitting with the kids. As I watched the other performers, I kept checking on them and they were always looking right at the stage and enjoying the music. When Casey’s turn came, she jumped up and ran to the stage with a big smile on her face. She grabbed the microphone and looked at me as she waited for the music. As soon as it started, she started swaying back and forth and got really serious. This year, she really belted out her song so everyone could hear.

It’s funny. She loves singing on stage but those who know her well can see her nervousness. She doesn’t know what to do with her free hand and it moves constantly from rubbing her shirt to playing with the snap of her pants to going in her pocket. She loves what she is doing, but she is scared, too. And is brave enough to do something that scares her because she loves it so much. I wonder how many “typical” people can say that? How many of us really want to try something we love, but we are afraid to fail so we never try? Those performers that night were afraid – and they did it, anyway. They had all some type of disability, but they conquered their fears to try. We could learn something from them!

When she was finished, she didn’t wait for the applause. She smiled a beautiful smile, ran down from the stage and back to her seat – still excited and happy. And thinking of the milkshake she was sure she would get when it was over.

When they started announcing the winners, she was still smiling. I truly don’t know if she cares about winning (I know some of the performers do) but she was happy to go get her award and show everyone. She loved being in pictures and couldn’t stop smiling. I still think some of that smile was knowing that a milkshake was coming.

Later that night, after we had all settled down, I thought how far she had come. I know I tell you this often, but never, ever give up on your children. I don’t care how old they are or how severely they are affected by autism. You never know where they might go!

Who could have known that the little girl who screamed for hours at a time and beat her head on everything would one day be standing on stage singing a song she loved? The little girl who couldn’t sit in a gym with a crowd of people was now sitting in a huge crowd. That sweet child who couldn’t wait 10 seconds for help without screaming sat for 45 minutes waiting her turn to sing. The child who had only a few words was singing. (Though, to be honest, she was singing as a toddler, even when she couldn’t say Ma-Ma.)

And Rob…. he hates crowds. As a child, he had to have head phones on to be near crowds of people. He couldn’t wait for things to start as his anxiety would get to be too much and he would run away. He hated flashing lights and loud music. He paid little attention to Casey (even thought he followed Mandy everywhere – and still does! 🙂 ) He is learning to message people. He wanted to be there for Casey – to cheer her on – to hear her sing.

And I cried happy tears remembering. I remember the dark days when I was sure my life would be nothing but screams and bruises and anxiety and sleepless nights. I didn’t really have the time or energy to dream for either of them. I was too busy dealing with schools and IEP’s and therapies and everything else life threw at us. I didn’t give much thought to the future – or at least. not much farther than the next year’s IEP.

I know that your child may never sing on stage or sit in a crowd. (Honestly, Rob only did this for Casey!) He or she may not have a picture in an art show. But – your child may be the one to write the music – or the book – or the movie. Or they may the one to design a new bridge or a computer game. The point is – you don’t know what the future may hold. It’s hard to look ahead when right now is exhausting you. I get that. I really do.

I’m just asking you to not give up. Dream for your child when you can. Plan for your child every day. Sometimes, it’ll be one small step forward and three steps back. I get it. Don’t lose your hope – your faith. I’ve been told before to “fake it till you feel it” and it does work. Make yourself dream and feel hopeful. And maybe one day your child will be the one singing “You’ve Got to Stand for Something” in front of her family and friends. 🙂

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Autism and Adulthood – It Doesn’t End at 18

Autism and Adulthood - It Doesn't End at 18

I’ve seen several comments lately about services for people with autism after they become adults. It seems that many have the idea that once a child reaches the age of adulthood, the autism goes away and services are no longer needed. It is a terrifying reality.

When children are diagnosed, schools (or early intervention programs, depending on the age of the child) are responsible for providing the child with the services they need. The speech therapy, occupational therapy – whatever the team decides they need are arranged and usually provided by the school district. Parents can work, knowing their child is safe (usually!) at school.

But then. the child turns 18. In some states, the schools still have to provide services for that child until the age of 22. I know some families have taken advantage of this in my area because their child enjoyed school. For us, finishing school was a milestone. Casey participated in her class graduation, but Rob didn’t. They both received a diploma, not a certificate of attendance. (Thanks to hardworking teachers!! 🙂 )

When Casey was a sophomore, we began to talk about what she would do after graduation. Our county board of DD had a sheltered workshop and I knew many of the people who worked there. She visited a few times and seemed to like it. In her junior year, she went to the workshop on Fridays and the high school the rest of the week for the first semester and went two days a week the second semester.

Her senior year, she started at both places. The first semester, she went to school Monday, Wednesday and Friday and the workshop Tuesday and Thursday. The second semester, we switched and she was at the workshop more. When she graduated, she began attending the workshop full time.

Rob didn’t need as much transitioning because he was already familiar with Hopewell from Casey being there. He started in the second semester of his junior year and we followed the same schedule as Casey his senior year. When he graduated, he went with Casey full time to the workshop.

They both enjoyed the opportunities there and even made a little money doing piecework. Neither of them understood the idea of working for a paycheck and despite my best efforts, the check they got never meant money to them. Money (besides 3 quarters every morning!) still means little to them. They both know they need it to buy what they want, but have no idea how to get it (besides Mom’s purse! 🙂 )

We are lucky. There are several day habs in my area that provide day services to adults with special needs. I haven’t checked into the other ones, as the kids are happy where they are. Some offer small jobs where the adults can earn money. We also have a county board that does their best to make sure adults with special needs are taken care of and their wants and needs fulfilled.

Again, I am lucky. Casey and Rob have no desire for a job. So many adults with autism want a job – to have a group of friends – to make their own money – to live on their own. Casey and Rob do not have these desires. To be happy, they want to see people they love. Go for hikes with Tracie. Go shopping. Volunteer. Things that are easy for me (right now, anyway!) to provide.

But for many adults with autism, obtaining what they need is a bigger fight than getting services in school. Social security benefits can be difficult to get. Guardianship cases have to be decided. Finding a place to live if living with family is no longer possible. Finding someone to stay with the adult while families work or need respite is hard. (My parents and Tracie are my kids’ respite providers – I worry what will happen when my parents are no longer able to help. Finding people you can trust to be in your home with your child is scary as hell.) Trying to get waiver services. This list goes on and on and often, there is no one to help the family get through the process. (We have a service and support person through our county board of DD).

Sometimes, the problem isn’t money, but that there are simply no services available. There is a desperate need for providers, both in residential centers and home based. It takes a special type of person to work with people with disabilities. Many think they can and find out quickly that they can’t handle it. I often think I should get my certificate to provide services, but I’m not sure I can handle it. When I worked in the preschool for children with autism, there were many days that I came home exhausted and had to deal with autism at home, too. I loved my job and hated when it ended, but there were some tough days. I’m just not sure I want to do that again.

Some families are just looking for a place for their loved one while the family is at work. They don’t care about money – they just need a safe place. Not working is rarely an option for most families, especially if the adult with autism is not getting any disability benefits. Fighting for school services is nothing like arguing with Social Security that your child is an adult and that the autism did not go away. You have to prove it. You have to find doctor reports from when your child was much younger. If you are just starting on this autism journey, please, do yourself a favor and start a file. Save everything – you will need it someday!

My advice is to get help from your county board of developmental disabilities. If you don’t have one, contact your state board. Start making plans while your child is still in high school and you have that team to help you search for services. Find a lawyer to help with guardianship. Get on waiting lists for services, even if you aren’t sure you will need them. I know the last thing you want to do is have something else to deal with. You are tired. You are stressed. You are just done with autism.

But, if you don’t start planning early, your child will graduate and suddenly, you have nothing ready. You still have to work and you have no one to stay with your adult child. Trust me – a little stress now is better than a huge stress later. Get help before you need it. Look for places for your child to go. Ask other parents what they do or where they got help. (Often, other local families are your best source of information – a sort of “been there, done that” group!)

Although the future scares me a lot, I try not to dwell on it. Instead, I try to be more like Casey and Rob. Happy with simple things. Laughing for no reason. Being honest. Getting excited about Santa and the Easter Bunny. Pure joy at seeing their favorite people. Enjoying helping other people. Adults with autism can bring a special magic to the life of anyone they are around.

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Autism and a Different Looking Christmas

Autism and a Different Looking Christmas

As autism parents, we want to give our kids the same magical Christmas that typical families have. It’s a struggle, at times, but who decided what type of Christmas is the best?  Just because we do things differently than anyone else doesn’t make our holiday traditions any less special.

I just read an article about one family who gives their son with autism a gift every day for a week or so.  He can’t handle the excitement and the over-stimulation of Christmas morning, so they spread out his gifts over time.  He can enjoy each gift and not be overwhelmed.  They don’t have a big Christmas tree, as it’s not safe for him, but they have a tree in their daughter’s room, so she can enjoy it the whole season.

Unfortunately, I also read some of the comments from people about their arrangement.  I can’t understand why people are so negative!  We need to support each other and our choices, not tell them how to enjoy their holiday!  If that family is happy and it works for them, that’s awesome.  I’m betting that the people who made negative comments have a few odd things about their holidays, too!  🙂

We don’t have to go to that extreme here, but we also don’t go to a lot of parties or events.  I try to find things the kids would enjoy doing that doesn’t involve crowds (or we go at odd times to miss the people!).  Last night, we went to a drive-thru festival of lights about an hour from home.  Casey knew we were going and was up early that morning to get ready, even though she knew it had to be dark before we would see lights.  She seemed to enjoy it, but I’m not sure Rob liked it as much.  He was looking at lights, but he didn’t seem to care much about them.

The nice thing about the drive-thru light shows is we don’t have to worry about other people.  We can go early, before the lines of traffic get too bad and be nice and warm in our car as we look at the beautiful displays.  I can turn music on that they like and they can have snacks, if they want.  The zoo has an awesome light display and we’re thinking about traveling there soon.  Both of the them love the zoo, but with Rob fighting yet another ear infection/virus, I’m not sure walking around in the cold is such a good idea.

Casey wants to see Santa.  And go shopping for gifts for others.  And make cookies.  And go to the zoo.  And go to another light show.  And go to the Christmas dance.  And wrap presents.  And… and…. and….   Rob wants to go to the dance.  Period.  🙂   He does enjoy picking out gifts for others, but he doesn’t get excited about it like Casey does.  He’ll go when I say “Let’s go shopping.”  He’ll wrap presents whenever we get to it.  He’s pretty laid back about the whole thing.

Christmas Eve, we’ll open presents from each other.  I started doing this when the kids were younger to help entertain them that day while I was finishing getting ready for Christmas.  Then, I wanted them to understand who gave them what gifts. (My kids have to write thank you notes for their presents – old fashioned idea, maybe, but it’s important to show appreciation!)  When we did everything on Christmas morning, they couldn’t really appreciate their gifts.  So now, Christmas morning is just for Santa.

Casey is already talking about getting “up in da dark” that morning.  Last year, Rob got up during the night and ate snacks from his stocking while I slept.  He never touched the presents, but couldn’t resist the little can of Pringles in the stocking.  Casey rips everything open, yanks tags off of clothes and leaves it all piled on the couch.  Then she goes back to bed until she has to get ready to go to her grandma’s house for lunch.  Rob is slower at opening gifts and usually goes back to bed, too.

Often, when they get back from lunch, they take another nap before supper at my parent’s house.  Casey has such a schedule in her mind that I’m not sure she truly enjoys the day. (Autism and schedules can just stink at times!)  She is very serious about each thing we do and you can almost see her checking items off her list until late that evening, when her list is complete, and she can relax.

We don’t rush from place to place for days.  A long time ago, I learned it was so much more fun to take a nap on Christmas Day than rush around.  We have a very relaxed holiday here.  People are welcome to stop by and see us if they would like.  I’ll have snacks and cookies for guests.  But, really, it’s a quiet day.  They have plenty of time to relax between grandmas’ houses and are usually ready for bed right on time that evening.  (Of course, we have to stick with our usual evening routine, even on Christmas!)

The hardest part of my holiday is shopping for Rob.  Casey will give me a list a mile long – including colors and sizes – but this year was the first time Rob told me something he wanted for Christmas!  I was in tears when he said he wanted “Signs” for Christmas!  (And yes, he is getting several!)  He has never been able to answer “what do you want for Christmas?” before.  A huge step forward!!   I also buy him things most people wouldn’t really consider gifts – a huge box of crayons he won’t use, several packs of clay to cut up, packs of paper to rip up.  (Lots of sensory things to help with his autism anxiety!)  These things make him happy, so that’s what he gets.

There are so many things I would love to do around the holidays!  I have a list of places that we can visit that I think the kids might enjoy, but I have to stop and consider their needs, especially Rob’s.  He needs time to be at home, in his room, ripping magazines and just chilling out.  Casey needs that time, too, but she’s more likely to run and run and run and then have a meltdown.  Balancing their needs is difficult – especially at this time of the year.  Today, she wants to go shopping before they go to grandma and grandpa’s house, but he is having major anxiety issues, so that’s not something I’m willing to attempt.  She isn’t pleased with me, but she’ll get over it.  I hope without a meltdown.

Our Christmas won’t look like yours, but it’ll be special – just for us.  Just like every other family in the world, we do what’s best for us.  It may look odd to you, but running yourself ragged trying to do everything looks odd to us.   🙂   I hope each of you finds the perfect balance for your own special family!

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Welcome to our Loud, Crazy Autism Home

Welcome to our Loud, Crazy Autism Home

Yesterday, I came across a meme created by Joy of Autism  (if you haven’t checked out her page, yet, you are missing something!) about welcoming people into her home – and reminding visitors that their home is her son’s safe place, to truly be himself.  I shared it on our Facebook page and was surprised at the response from everyone who saw it.

When we are at home, Casey and Rob are free to be themselves.  While I do remind Rob to use a quieter voice, at times, when Casey is trying to sleep, for the most part, I let them be.  They do so well at holding it together every day while out in the world – they need to be able to come home and just relax.  I do the same thing.  It’s usually only a few minutes after I get home that I’ve got comfy clothes on and I’m ready to chill for a little while.

Visitors to our home know that Rob may be singing his anxiety song or fairy dancing through the house.  Casey might be stomping her figure eights upstairs and trying to sneak into the refrigerator.  They know that I’m glad they are visiting, but I’m also always aware of what the kids are up to – that I may jump up at any time and go check on them.  Strangers who visit for the first time can either accept that or leave.  This is OUR safe place and we make no changes for others.

I remember when they were little and Mandy had friends over.  Whenever Rob took his shower, she would make sure her friends were safely upstairs, as modesty was never Rob’s strong suit.  Now, he wouldn’t dream of leaving the bathroom with no clothes on, but he may venture out without completely pulling on his pants.  We’re used to it, so if we do happen to have company, I try to position myself to block any view.  (He comes right to the kitchen for his pills and snacks after his shower.)

Casey could care less who sees what.  I have tried over and over to remind her she needs to be dressed when she leaves the bathroom, but if she got her weekend-after-bath slippers instead of her weekday-after-bath slippers, she’ll run to her room to make the switch.  (She has several classifications for slippers – and she refuses to wear a pair of slippers that aren’t right.)

So, when you visit, if I seem to be standing in the door between the kitchen and dining room and looking over my shoulder for a long time, I’m just making sure you aren’t treated to a sight you can’t unsee.   🙂   When we had the pool, Casey and Rob both would yank their bathing suits off on the back porch so they wouldn’t get the floor wet.  They never cared who might be driving by.

Rob might be ripping paper and rocking in his recliner.  He might be making noises that you can’t understand, but I do.   It’s okay if you admit you can’t understand.  It’s not okay for you to think I need to change him while you are here.  That ain’t happening.  Casey might be sitting on the love seat and playing with her iPad.  If she has it too loud, I’ll ask her to turn it down – but I won’t ask her to leave the room.

I won’t ask her to take the blanket off of her head so you can talk to her.  She’ll hear you just fine – say what you want.  I won’t ask him to come out of his room while you visit.  He’ll come out if he feels like it.  You are welcome to peek in and say hi to him, but know that he may not answer you.

It’s hard to let people into our safe place.  Any time someone new comes in, I am nervous, as you never know how people will react to autism.  I don’t think anything about it, but for someone who isn’t around autism, our routines and quirks can seem odd and not worth the effort.  (Our schedule is worth the effort – trust me.  Life without our routine is not fun.)  I can’t change our routine for you.  It’s simply not worth it to me.  At times, a slight change can keep the kids up for hours and I need sleep.

Other times, you may not notice anything odd about our home.  When the kids are having good days (and most are good!), autism isn’t obvious, unless you know what you are looking for.  On other days, you may see/hear the kids stimming to relax.  You may find their habits weird and that’s okay as long as you remember they are doing what they need to do to make sense of this crazy world.  You are welcome to ask questions.  You are not welcome to tell me how to change our world.  I will show you the door.

I’m sure that sounds terrible, but you knew about the autism before you came to our home.  If you have some experience with it and offer a few ideas that you have tried, thank you.  If you are nervous, that’s okay.  If you really want to know us, welcome!  If you are just nosy, go away.  We don’t need you.

Please, parents – let your kids be themselves – especially when they are at home.  I know you may not want some people to know just what your life is like, but really, what harm can it do?  If you are embarrassed, try to relax.  Your visitors should understand and, if they don’t, do you really want them around your children?  You are their protector, their advocate, the one they run to when they need help.

Home is their place to just be them.  We love to have visitors, but only ones who understand that we do live in a circus and we love it that way.  Accepting our wild lives is the best gift you can give us this holiday season!

 

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Autism and the Really Bad, Terrible Day

For the most part, I do laugh about most of our “adventures in autism” but there is one day that will never be funny to me. You might think it was the day Casey was diagnosed – or Rob. No, those were tough days to hear about autism but our really bad, terrible autism day happened in February when Casey was 6, Mandy was 3 and Rob was about 18 months.

Casey was in Kindergarten. Mandy was going to the preschool that Casey had attended. Two days a week, as soon as Casey got off the school bus, we loaded into the van to go get Mandy. This was our routine and it was fine with Casey as she loved visiting her old school.

On that day in February, a snowstorm was predicted for the next day, so I decided to stop and grab some milk on the way home from picking up Mandy. Casey was happy in the van, until we turned into the parking lot. She didn’t start screaming then – she just made unhappy noises and I assured her we were not going to be in the store long. I got everyone out of their car seats, kept Rob in my arms and grabbed Casey’s hand while Mandy took her other one.

The closer we got to the store, the more Casey got worked up. She was chanting “Barney! Barney!” but still in control. (Her routine was to watch Barney the Dinosaur when she got home from school.) When we walked into the store, she dropped and the screams started. I had to put Rob down to try and reason (what was I thinking???) with her. Rob was thrilled and toddled off. I had to send Mandy (remember – she was 3!) after him because I couldn’t leave Casey who was blocking the entire doorway and showing no signs of ever getting up.

Her screams echoed through the store. I’m sure people were staring, but I didn’t have the time to look. I was sweating and so mad. I knew she was upset because of the change in her routine. I knew she probably couldn’t help it. I simply didn’t care. I just wanted to yell back at her to get up and get in the cart and stop screaming. I was shaking. I was furious. And I knew that I was the world’s most terrible mom for being mad at my child with autism.

Rob and Mandy were having a great time running around. Mandy was dragging my purse because I couldn’t hold onto it and try to get Casey up. She was throwing herself around and kicking and I couldn’t get a grip on her to pick her up. And I swore to kill that stupid purple dinosaur. (Okay – yeah, I know that wasn’t so reasonable, but you have to understand the state I was in.) I finally got a grip on her belt loops and picked up her as she screamed and kicked. Not one person stopped to ask if I needed any help.

Mandy saw I had Casey in my arms so she grabbed her little brother and ran to the door with me. (They were still having fun running!) I still don’t know how I got all of us across that parking lot. Casey was still screaming and kicking and I don’t know how many times I almost dropped her. God was watching over us – we made it safely to the van. As soon as she realized we were going home, Casey stopped screaming, looked at me, and said “Barney.” And I, being the calm rational gal I am, said “Nope, no way! You are never watching that damn dinosaur again!” (Yeah, not my finest moment. I still feel terrible.)

When we got home, Casey ran right to the TV for Barney and I turned it off. (again, not my finest moment – what can I say? I wasn’t thinking straight) Casey, of course, hit the floor screaming and I started crying. I called my mom and cried and yelled into the phone. I swore she would never, ever watch that damn show again. I cried that I couldn’t do this anymore. I was done. Finally, my venting was over and I just cried. I was exhausted. My mom kept telling me this was just a bad day and that we would be okay. I didn’t believe her and told her as much.

Casey finally wore herself out and fell asleep on the living room floor. I hung up the phone and laid on the kitchen floor. I was too tired to get up. I was too tired to care about moving. I heard Mandy and Rob playing and closed my eyes. I ..kept praying the same thing over and over “Please, God, give me strength. I can’t do this.”

Of course, after some sleep, I knew keeping Casey from Barney wasn’t fair. She watched him later that evening (and she still watches that silly show!).

That day still makes me want to cry. I can still remember how I felt sitting on the kitchen floor. I know how tired I was. And I know we made it through.

I don’t share this story for anything other than to show that your terrible days will pass, too. I know how exhausted you are. I know you are just done. I know you sit on your kitchen floor and cry in the phone. But I also know you are stronger than you think.

When you have days like that, go easy on yourself. Yell, cry, pray – whatever you need to do to get through that moment and on to the next. Take a deep breath – slowly in through your nose and out your mouth. Let go of the guilt you may feel over not being the mom/dad that you think your child needs. Your child needs you. Simple as that.

Look at us. We had dark days. We had days that lasted weeks (and still do, at times). And Casey and Rob are both happy. They are doing so well. Her doctor even suggested decreasing one of her medicines and see how she does. They enjoy their lives and being with people they love.

You can do this. I promise.