Janey's end of the spectrum

I don't like the term "low-functioning autism".  I don't like it, but I use it sometimes anyway.  I use it because "autism" has come to encompass such a range that it's very hard to explain to those who haven't met Janey the level of care she needs. 

Janey

I don't like the "low" part of the word.  Janey isn't lower than anyone.  She's as valuable a part of society as anyone else.  She has much to offer the world.  She is an interesting, complex, talented person.  As she gets older and Tony and I are better able to understand her, I realize that in so many ways, there are easier parts and harder parts of raising any child at any age.  We are used to Janey's harder parts. They are still hard sometimes.  When Janey screams all weekend as she did a few weekends ago, when she is in pain and can't tell us how or where, when we need to change her bed almost every night...that's hard.  But she's 13, and she has never once said she hated us.  She's never made a snide comment in her life.  She is excited, thrilled even, by a drive-through trip to McDonalds.  Her joy when a song she loves comes in in the car---it's a joy so infectious that I can't even imagine much that is better.

However, she has care needs that are far beyond what most 13 year olds have.  She cannot be alone, not for a moment.  She is not fully toilet trained.  She can't read, write or most of the time talk in full sentences.  She cannot dress herself completely.  

Janey will never live alone.  I used to modify statements like that with "most likely..." but I don't anymore.  She is not going to live alone.  She will live with us until we are gone.  Then...well, that is part of why I want a term that explains Janey's needs better.  That is one of the  black holes in my thoughts.

The other black hole, one I can barely think about or write about, is the fear of abuse.  It is why I no longer think much about respite.  I trust Janey's school, and I trust my family, and close friends.  But respite, paid respite, is not coming from those sources. And I can't pay enough to have Janey cared for in the way I would feel comfortable with, not in this part of the country anyway.  I would want Janey cared for by someone extremely knowledgable both about autism and about her in particular, and I would want there to be a formal backup in place for that person at all times.  Caring for Janey is a high intensity job.  If the caregiver needs or wanted a break, they need to be able to take one, and that is where I think often the problems occur---either when someone is at the breaking point or when they leave a child in the care of someone else for a bit.  Respite for people like Janey needs to be a well-planned, well-vetted, well-staffed situation.

Someday, Tony and I are not going to be on this earth.  And before that, someday I imagine a day will come when neither of us can care for her, and her brothers can't either.  And that is where it's going to become important for society in general to understand her needs, and of course not just her needs, but the needs of others like her, those on the higher need end of the autistic spectrum.

If we don't talk about the needs of children like Janey, if we focus only on being positive, or only on children who are more able to care for themselves, we can't expect people to understand what her needs and the needs of her peers are.  There are those who might say I shouldn't speak for Janey.  I can respect that view, but I also respectfully disagree.  Although Janey certainly can communicate, she can't do so in such a way that explains her needs.  I would rather face my last days in the future knowing that society understood and has provided for Janey's needs than having remained silent about those needs.

Call it what you want to.  Call it severe autism, or low-functioning autism, or classic autism.  But there is a huge divide between Janey and a child who will someday be capable of living on their own.  They both certainly may be autistic, in the wide sense of the world, but at the end of the day, Janey needs a higher level of care, and it is desperately important that those with the power to make fiscal and planning decisions realize that.  We need to make society aware that children like Janey exist, and are worthy of the best we can give them.

October is the cruelest month

A few years ago, when Janey wound up at in a psychiatric hospital, quite a few people told us that October is the month many crises such as the one she was in then start.  They think it's a combination of things---the newness of the school year wearing off and reality hitting, the lessening light, the change in the weather, the lack of big holidays---but whatever it is, a month you would not expect is the month that's hardest for kids prone to being upset.

This October has been tough so far here.  This weekend and the past weekend have been pretty rough for Janey.  She isn't happy.  It's remarkable how long it's been since she's been unhappy like this.  We had a good long run of happy times---of course interrupted now and then by sad days, but it's been a long time since we had a weekend like this and last one.

This weekend, Janey has been screaming a great deal.  We can control the screaming a bit with the old reliable things---a car ride or food---but the car rides get cut short with more screaming and the food would have to be more constant than is healthy or possible to keep back the sadness and anger she seems to feel.

The most frustrating part, for us and I am very sure for her, is how hard it is for her to communicate just what is upsetting her.  Is it physical pain?  Did something upset her when she wasn't with us?  Is she worried about something?  Is she bored?  Is she annoyed with us?  Does she miss her brothers?

We are left, so often, playing a guessing game with her as to what is wrong.  When she is screaming or crying, her already very limited speech becomes even more so.  When we try to guess, often she falls back on her default response---"YES!"  So we say "Do you want a different TV show?" and she screams "YES" when that isn't what she means at all, and we change the show, and she gets even more upset.  I feel awful for her when this happens.  I'm sure it feels like a nightmare for her, being so upset and so unable to explain why she's so upset.

We planned a trip to Maine to see my parents this weekend, especially to see my father, who is home after his awful fall and hospital and rehab stay.  But it's not possible to drive when Janey is screaming.  It's not safe, for her or for us.  And she just cannot be cared for by one person alone when she is in screaming crisis mode.  We tag team.  She's been up now for a long time, and Tony is getting a little hugely deserved sleep while I write this at five in the morning, stopping often to try to calm Janey's outbursts.  I feel, quite honestly, trapped and overwhelmed.

I do believe this will pass.  We've seen times like this before, and they don't last forever.  But while they do last, I want more than anything to find a way to help Janey explain what is wrong.  She is thirteen.  I am sure sometimes what is wrong is that she's bored of us, she's feeling a teenager's angst and annoyance at the world, she is frustrated with her life.  But how do you deal with that kind of feeling when communication is tough?  And I don't want to assume, to say to myself "Oh, she's a teenager" if there is something else wrong.  How do I know?

When the general public thinks of autism, I don't think they think of this.  This isn't the quirky savant, or the toddler full of unlockable, fascinating potential.  This is an amazing, beautiful, complex teenager who is not able to communicate, a person who is not a statistic, or a symbol, or a problem, or a project.  This is my Janey, and I wish so much I could help her be happier.