Catching Up

 So often, I think about writing a blog entry here, and get overwhelmed by all I want to catch people up on.  I didn't used to be that way---I'd write multiple entries a week, sometimes.  Either I'm getting older, which of course I am, or as Janey gets older, the issues I have to write about are different.  Day to day life isn't as challenging as it was at times, but week to week, month to month, year to year life feels more complex, less easy to sum up.

One big happening is that Tony got guardianship of Janey, officially.  I wrote about the endless seeming process we had go to through for this.  He finally had the day in court, and after hours waiting in the courtroom to be called (luckily we decided against bringing Janey to court with him, which wasn't required), the judge approved the guardianship without any real problem.  It does have to be renewed every year, because of the medication she takes, but she is assigned an attorney for this, and it shouldn't be as tough a process.  We were adviced just one parent should be the guardian, in most cases, so we picked Tony.  It doesn't make a big difference day to day, as Janey wasn't really apt to make a lot of decisions on her own, but for things like financial issues or health care issues, it just makes things more straightforward.

Another happening---Janey finally started getting social security.  It took over a year for her application to be processed, but she was approved, and gets a monthly payment now---not enough to live on, certainly, but it helps a lot.  We are getting retroactive payments back to her 18th birthday, too, in several installments.  We are using her money for the special food she asks for, and for clothes and pull-ups and so on.  This is the kind of social security for people who will not ever be able to work, and I'm very glad it exists, but if she didn't have a place to live and a family to care for her, it wouldn't go far at all.  But in our situation, it is helping quite a bit---the years since Tony retired have been tight ones financially to be sure.

We are currently in the middle of yet another endless process---what is called the 688 application.  It's the process for getting Janey services when she turns 22, in less than 3 years now.  It involves a referrel from the school, us sending in huge amounts of documents, then in this case, us getting back requests for even more documents, mostly it seems evaluations from all different phases of her childhood.  It's not enough to show she has severe autism---I guess we have to show she's had it all along, or that we didn't just somehow try to game the system by getting one diagnosis along the way and then just coasting along on that, reaping in all the exciting benefits it gave us....  I simply can't understand it can't be an easier handoff from school to adult services.  And from what I hear from other parents in Massachusetts, the services actually available once Janey turns 22 are very limited, even for those with severe needs.

This ties in a bit to one good development.  Janey has started an after school program.  She hasn't been in one for many years, since she was about 8.  This one is especially for people in what's called the transition program, the life skills program in the public schools for people 18-22.  It's 4 days a week, and there is transportation home (without that, we wouldn't have been able to do it, as in the evenings a drive to her school could take up to 2 hours in Boston traffic each way)  On the days Janey goes to after school, she gets home as late as 7pm---that is after leaving the house at 6am!  It took us a bit to decide whether or not we wanted to send her, but what it really came down to was that there just aren't many opportunities out there like this one for people like Janey---a chance to socialize with her peers, to have music and dance lessons, to live more of her life not just being home with us.  From what I hear about what's out there for those like Janey once they are 22, she might have many years of being home with only perhaps a day or two of a program a week, so we want to give her what we can for recreation and time away from her dull parents while she's still under 22.  We hope she's getting adjusted to it---there were some reports of tough days at first, with some crying, but we are continuing to be so impressed with her school and how much they care for Janey, and work hard to make her happy and keep her engaged.  We talked to the after school director the other day, and she was making fried rice with Janey---having realized the key to Janey is plenty of food that's been freshly prepared!

We are very happy with Janey's new teacher for the regular school day, too.  Janey still gets to see her beloved Jamie a lot, her high school teacher, but her new teacher, like Jamie,  is so caring and enthusiastic and just seems to get Janey---it's hard to believe she's had as wonderful teachers as she's had year after year after year.  

Over Thanksgiving weekend, Janey has a tough time.  We aren't sure what was up---if she didn't feel well, if she was confused by the afterschool starting, and then it being a half day before Thanksgiving, then a 4 day weekend---Janey isn't a huge fan of routine changes like that.  Whatever it was, she cried and screamed and was unhappy all day long for four days or so.  It was a horrible flashback to the past, when that kind of time happened so much more.  But it was also a good reminder of how far we have come, that we rarely have that kind of time any more.  Most of the time, Janey is pretty content.  She likes what she's liked for years---car rides, watching Tony prepare food and then eating the food, taking way too many showers, and watching certain episodes of certain TV shows or selected scenes of certain movies over and over and over.  Right now, it's mostly Vampirina, Fancy Nancy, Little Einsteins, Encanto and Toy Story 4.  We are never quite sure why she gets into the shows she gets into, but boy, does she love them once she does.

With Christmas around the corner, I have the bittersweet feeling I often get, but less than I used to.  Janey isn't into Christmas.  She likes the music, but otherwise, she doesn't care---she barely notices the tree, she doesn't generally like presents, she isn't happy with routine changes it brings.  I think I've accepted this, and allowed myself to focus more on the boys for Christmas, even now that they are getting into their later 20s.  It's a little bit of a regret of mine, that it took me this long to really accept that what she wants for Christmas is a day like other days, and we can give her that as much as we can while still making the day special for the rest of us.   I hope that all of you enjoy the holiday season in a way that works for your family.  I hope 2024 is a good year for all of us.  Janey will be turning 20, and I hope to keep writing about our journey with her through her 20s and beyond.  Happy Holidays!  Merry Christmas!  Happy New Year!

Summer update

In no particular order, some updates from our summer so far!

The initial genetic testing came back.  It was the kind of testing that looked for single letter changes in genes, not for larger deleted or duplicated portions of genes.  It showed that Janey didn't have Rett Syndrome, as the geneticists thought she might.  What did come up is a disorder that is hard to figure out the significance of, and which might or might not have anything to do with her autism.  It's a dominant genetic disorder that can cause seizures during sleep of the frontal lobe.  It has once in a while been associated with intellectual disabilities, but not usually to the extent that Janey has.  It can cause other sleep disorders, and she certainly does have very unusual sleep issues, but not perhaps the ones this causes.  The interesting thing is that the testing shows she inherited it from Tony.  Neither of them seem to have ever had seizures, during sleep or otherwise.  I was a bit overwhelmed at the time the report came in and I haven't researched this as much as I eventually will.  It's a very rare disorder---only about 100 families in the world, and we do plan to join a study about it.  But for now, it raises a lot more questions than it answers.

Summer school was...mixed.  The first 3 weeks were great.  Janey was in a sleepy mode, and therefore was more than well rested for school, and seemed to thrive.  But starting with week 4, she went into no sleep mode, sleeping very little each night if at all, and when she was awake, she wasn't in a good mood.  We started getting calls from school every day.  If you've ever been in that place, you know it's very tough waiting for that call, and hearing the latest about what has gone wrong.  I fell into a very low mood for a few days there, remembering all the toughest times.  Summer isn't my favorite time of year ever, and with Janey screaming and crying all day, then heading to school to scream and cry more so we got calls to go get her....it wasn't a good couple of weeks. She was also acting up on the bus to a big extent, and we got to hear about that every day as she got off the bus.  But by the last days of summer school, she had cheered up a bit and the very last day, I guess she was even good on the bus. 

At home, Janey loves to do three things most.  She likes car rides, showers and eating.  We do all we can to give her as much of those three things as we can, but there comes a time around 8 each night when she's had multiple car rides, multiple showers, and she's eaten as much as any person on earth needs to eat in a day (usually very healthy food, but even that has a limit).  When we tell her no more car rides, when we report that the shower is closed, when there is no more food being offered---well, you can guess it's not a happy time.  It can feel very frustrating to try so hard all day long to keep her happy, and then to have her get so angry when we finally just can't offer any more.  I know she isn't really intellectually capable of understanding why we are bothered by that, or that she isn't really being fair, but we are human beings with feelings too, and we can get worn down by her fury.

More and more, we realize Janey really craves, in addition to the three things mentioned above, time to herself, time alone.  And that is one thing we can't really give her, not fully.  When she gets home from a car ride, she likes to play in our long driveway.   And that's fine---as long as we are watching her. We live on a busy street in the city.   She isn't an eloper, and she has never gone into the street, but strangers pass by all day, and it just isn't safe for her to be alone out there. But she tries. She attempts to push us inside the house.  She says "You want to take a shower?", hoping to tempt us inside with what she herself would love.  She sometimes is even more direct, saying "Want to GO AWAY???"  It makes me so sad that she can't have that little thing she wants, to just be alone and play.  We tell her we are just going to be sitting there---we won't cramp her style, but of course that doesn't matter.  When she's in the house, she likes it best if she can be alone in the living room, and we do try to make that happen, but our apartment isn't huge and we do even inside have to keep a  backward eye on her.  I wish she was able to have the freedom she clearly wants.  But I don't see a solution here.

Janey will be 19 in a few days.  It's hard to believe.  In so many ways, she's a delight to us.  Even with my griping here, almost every day brings another great time with her, another funny moment or surprise joy.  Today, Tony took her for Chinese takeout, and they waited in the restaurant for her food.  When someone else's order was called, Janey eagerly jumped up to grab the bag, and Tony had to stop her from walking off with it.  Then she saw someone at a big table that looked like it had lots of room, and she went over to try to sit there.  Both these things were done with her infectious smile and joy in life, and people responded to that, by smiling and laughing and being kind.  There is something about Janey that brings that out, in so many people in so many ways.  It's what gets us through it all.  It's what gives us hope on tough days.  It's been a long, strange 19 years, but boy, does she keep life interesting.

Oxygen masks are hard to put on

 We've all probably been reminded of airplane rules, how they tell adults to put on their own oxygen mask before their child's one.  It's part of a series we get told as autism parents, and I don't think I'm the only one that can get annoyed by them.  The reminders feel like they are saying "You are responsible for your own burnout, your own tiredness.  You need to take time to put yourself first.  That's on you"  And I don't even need to explain to those of you who are living this life the flaw there---how impossible it can be to get even a minute to take care of yourself, how none of us can just say "Okay, today is for ME!  I'll call the handy available affordable babysitter, who will be right over, and I'll go out to the spa and to lunch and to the museum and a hotel overnight and then I'll come home and be a better autism parent, because I did the right thing and took care of myself!"  Ha.  HaHaHa.

I say this because I think you'll all get why over the past 9 or 10 years, I ignored a lot of signs my health was worsening.  I had a few diagnoses already---NASH liver (non-alcoholic liver disease), Sjogren's syndrome (an autoimmune disease that causes dry eyes and mouth and extreme tiredness) and hypothyroidism, along with smoldering diverticulitis.  I figured all of those were more than enough to explain why I was so extremely tired all the time. I assumed they were also why it was becoming increasingly hard to concentrate or multi-task, and even why I had pain in my muscles and in my bones al the time, every minute, always.  When a year or so ago my vitamin D was extremely low, low enough that several doctors said they'd never seen a lower read, I just took more D.  When, over the course of the past 9 years, I had blood test after blood test that showed I had high calcium levels, I didn't investigate and neither did any doctor.  Those tests were never the focus of my blood tests.  Instead, my primary care doctor constantly tried to get me to take cholesterol drugs, which I weren't convinced were safe for my liver.  Finally, I decided to switch doctors.  I was feeling increasingly unheard.

I saw my new doctor, he ordered blood tests, he saw my calcium was once again high, and miracle of miracles---he ordered one more test, a test of what is called Parathyroid Hormone.  My PTH level was sky high.  That was all it took.  He diagnosed me with Primary Hyperparathyroidism.  

For those of you who don't know what that is---in a nutshell, it's when a parathyroid gland (or two or three or four---you have four, located on the back of your thyroid) goes haywire.  It tells your body you don't have enough calcium, when in reality, you have too much calcium.  Your body goes crazy trying to get more calcium, and takes it out of your bones.  The result is the symptoms I'd been having, and more---extreme tiredness, muscle and bone pain, low Vitamin D, confusion---and there are many more. Do a quick Wikipedia search about it and you'll learn a lot.  And PLEASE---the next time you have blood tests, check if your calcium is high, even a little high.  If it is, ask for a PTH test.  Right away.

There is only one cure for hyperparathyroidism---surgery to remove the haywire gland.  I had all kinds of imaging tests to try to locate exactly which gland had gone bad.  They weren't definitive, so I went in for exploratory surgery.  Luckily, the gland was found quickly.  The surgery took about 4 hours, took out the bad gland, I was in the hospital only one night, the main pain afterward was just from having had a breathing tube, and as parathyroid hormone has a half life of only about 4 minutes, by the time I came out of anesthesia, I was cured.

And, incredibly, within days, the pain I had felt non-stop for years and years and years was GONE.  Not just better, but gone.  My confusion was greatly improved.  I felt just...better.  Better like I had thought was no longer something I could feel.

My point here?  Well, it's partly just to educate people about hyperparathyroidism, which is sadly underdiagnosed.  But it's more to say---we as autism parents, sick or not, undiagnosed with some surprise disorder or not, just can't put on the oxygen mask easily.  We are used to being tired.  We put our kids first, not because we are saintly self-sacrificing parents, but because we don't have a choice.  Our kids need us.  They need us 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year.  And if our kids have severe autism, by any name you choose to call it, as Janey does, this will not change, not for our whole lives.  I could have easily gone the rest of my life without the surgery, without the diagnosis, because my life simply didn't leave me the energy, the time or the help we needed to get the diagnosis.

Even to have the surgery, Tony and I had to ask our sons to take time off of work.  They did, willingly, and they took excellent care of Janey.  But that is not something we can do except in emergencies.  If they had not been able to do that, or if I had been a single parent---I don't even know how I could have had the surgery.  

We need a structure in this country to provide REAL help for people caring for those with severe autism.  We need it NOW.  It exists in most countries.  I know that from my hobby of exchanging postcards with those around the world, and from hearing from other parents through this blog.  We need it not just so we parents can get a break, but so we can live.  Literally, live.

Janey did not do very well with my surgery.  The day before the surgery was her last day of school.  Usually, we would have talked to her a lot about this, and had a busy day set up to make up for the lack of school the next day.  But we were pretty distracted.  So, the day of my surgery, she had no school, and Tony and I both were gone from the house---something she is supremely unused to.  She had fun with her brothers, but then the next day, again, Tony was gone getting me home.  When I got home, I had to stay away from her for a few days.  She likes to jump on me with enthusiasm, and my incision made that unsafe.  The incision was also big and scary looking, like someone had tried to cut my throat (it's already a lot better looking now) The surgery was on a Thursday.  By Sunday, Janey was in the worst shape mentally we'd seen in years.  She was screaming non-stop, all day.  She frantically took shower after shower, asked for ride after ride, bit her arm and wailed and was so unhappy we worried she'd broken a tooth or something.  It took me getting up the strength to go for a ride with Tony and her and me finally doing what I should have done from the start---explaining over and over what had happened, telling her my hurty place would get better soon, giving her treats and spending calm time with her--to get her calmed down.  She still is avoiding me when she can, quite bothered by the scar, but much better than that awful Sunday.  We were given a vivid reminder we can't ever take the years of vastly improved behavior and happiness she has for granted.  We were also given a vivid reminder of the challenges of self-care.  Caring for ourselves as parents isn't a zero sum game.  Caring for ourselves often results in less time to care as well for Janey as she needs.

And so---we are into another summer.  I hope it's starting out well for all of you.   Good health to you all, and check your calcium!

The tasks of adulthood and a big surprise possibility

The last few months have felt both uneventful and hectic. The uneventful part is good. Janey has had a very good stretch of happy and easy behavior. She's loving school, enjoying home for the most part and generally being quite a delight. The hectic part---us trying to do what needs to be done for an adult with severe disabilities. We are working on getting legal guardianship for Janey and getting her Social Security income---both things that need to be done when or soon after an adult like Janey in the US turns 18.

Applying for Social Security was surprisingly easy, but that's all that's happened so far---applying. We applied I think last November, and haven't heard a single word since then. We were told it could take until May or so to hear, so we are waiting until then to inquire further, but I certainly hope eventually she is approved. She seems like a pretty straightforward case, but you just never know. We did an application mostly by phone, and did a long questionnaire about her abilities, and she has no income or savings, so we hope we did everything we needed to do and it's just a matter of time.

Guardianship---that's another kettle of fish, to be sure. What an incredibly long and hassle-filled process, which isn't over yet. In Massachusetts, getting guardianship involves getting statements from 3 different professionals---a doctor, a social worker and a psychiatrist. Supposedly the second two get done by the schools, and the first through our health plan. We started with the doctor, in November, and got the paperwork for the schools to do. We had thought there had already been a psych eval. done at the schools, as we were told there would be, but somehow it got lost in the shuffle due to a maternity leave. We eventually got it done, and got the social worker's report, but then realized a couple crucial things were missing. Because Janey takes a psychiatric medication, we needed to have her prescribing psychiatrist sign a form about that, and then there was a question involving whether she was capable of understanding the medication and its potential side effects. That was marked yes, which is certainly not the case.

So, with the pressure of time, as the guardianship papers need to be turned into the court within 6 months of the first signature, we had to get the form done and the question corrected. That involved lots of unanswered calls and waits. We had by that point gotten the help of a free legal service for low income people, but with all the delays, they closed our case. Once we finally got the information we needed, we did get them to reopen it and help us complete the endless forms, and we finally turned in the paper, just in time.

The next step was serving Janey with papers stating we were requesting guardianship of her. This seemed a bit useless to us. Janey doesn't understand anything about the process, and it seemed like someone spending two minutes with her could have told them anything they needed to know. However, we certainly do understand that in getting guardianship of a person, the person is giving up a lot of rights, and the process needs to be complete and thorough. So---we took the papers to serve to the house of my dear friend Maryellen, who has known Janey since birth (she was there when Janey was born!), we did our best to explain things to Janey (we basically told her that we were going to make sure we could always take care of her) and Maryellen handed the papers to Janey, officially serving her (it had to be a non-relative doing this) We videoed the big moment.

Now that the papers have been returned, we actually have a court date, next month. I am crossing my fingers that all goes smoothly and we get guardianship (or actually, Tony gets guardianship---it's recommended that just one parent becomes the guardian) Then there are just reports to be filed at regular intervals after that, etc... It's quite a complex deal.

During the very first phase of all this, when we talked to the developmental pediatrician who did the first form, she suggested we might want to take Janey to a geneticist, since there have been so many advances in genetic testing lately. That sounded like a good idea to us, and I set up the appointment, for which there was quite a wait.

We saw the genetic counselor and the geneticist on Friday. I was not expecting too much information from this visit. I figured by this point, we had covered most bases with Janey, and I had pretty much resigned myself to never getting much in terms of the "whys"---why did Janey regress so suddenly and badly? Why did she have such slow physical development early in life, which isn't usually an autism thing? Why does she have the few other odd things---the lack of periods, the mild scoliosis, the strange eyes rolled up high at times, the occasional severe hand wringing?

To my vast surprise, after a very thorough and well conducted history and physical exam, the two person medical team said they had a strong suspicion that Janey might actually have a genetic disorder---Rett Syndrome.

I had heard of Rett Syndrome. It's always listed as a variant of autism, one that only girls get. But all my reading about it made it sound far more severe than what Janey has. My understanding was that girls with Retts didn't ever walk or talk at all after they regressed, that they had no useful hand function due to hand wringing or other hand movements that never stopped. But the genetic counsellor told me that with the increased availability of genetic testing, it's been realized that there are many forms of Retts, including ones that sound a very lot like Janey. One of those is called the Zappella variant, or the Preserved Speech variant, and girls with that retain some speech and have much more use of their hands.

We agreed to have Janey tested---in fact, to try to get our health plans to cover testing of almost all genes that have been mapped, but that failing, to start with the Retts gene. It will take months to get the results (we haven't even yet gotten the testing kits that come in the mail)

I admit this all has flustered me a good bit. I am not sure why. It wouldn't change anything about Janey. It would perhaps relieve some of the guilt that I imagine you other mothers are familiar with, the feeling that I did something somehow to cause Janey's issues. Rett Syndrome is something that happens at conception. It isn't even passed down by parents. If she has it, her fate, her regression, so much of what she is, was determined the moment she was conceived. I am working, as several friends have advised me, on not trying to analyze why this is feeling like such a shock, a somewhat unwanted shock. But it is.

Of course, we don't know for sure Janey does have Rett Syndrome. If she does, I will go into full research mode, and I will share what I learn with all of you. It sounds like, with the recently discovered variants, that others reading this might also have a girl with Rett Syndrome, without knowing it. And I know I might be getting the facts or terms about it wrong---please forgive me if I am. This is extremely new to me.

The other hugely bizarre thing is that literally DAYS before we learned about the Rett Syndrome possibility, the first ever drug for the syndrome was approved. It's called Daybue. I have no idea if Janey would be a candidate for taking it with a variant, and I've avoided reading too much about it. It would be almost too much to believe that there could be an oral medication that would help Janey's functioning. I can't start thinking about that right now, but as I have so very many times over the years, I wanted to share this journey with all of you---partly, as always, for myself---because it helps to not take these journeys alone.

So---adulthood. Wow. It's been something so far. But at the core of it all is our Janey. She seems to be enjoying life. This past week was vacation week, and several times she brought us her backpack and said "Go on the school bus?" We love her love of school. She has fun with most of the same things she's had fun with for a while---car rides, eating everything and anything Daddy makes, watching Vampirina and Little Einsteins and Fancy Nancy and all the Toy Stories, listening to music, jumping and dancing---just being our (most of the time) joy. Janey, you are turning out to be one fine adult!

Independence when possible

If Janey were able to tell me what she most wants in life, my guess would be it would be increased independence, and that can be heartbreaking to me.  With her intellectual disabilities and severe autism, she will never live independently, she will never be able to leave the house on her own, she will never indeed even be able to be at home alone for even a minute.  The few times she's been able to express thoughts in this area, she has asked me to go inside while she plays outside.  Even that isn't really possible---we live in a busy street in the city.  We sometimes stand just inside the door, to give her a little feeling on being on her own, but that's the most we can do.

So lately, we've been working on ways Janey can be independent in the areas where it IS possible.  We've found a bonus in this---it makes life a lot easier for Tony and me, and gives us a bit more time to ourselves.  It's a true win-win.

We had a breakthrough a few months ago with the shower.  As you might recall, Janey adores showers.  She will happily take four or five a day.  Once she hopefully starts getting social security, I think most of the money will go to our water bill!  But we have gotten weary of the shower routine, which we somehow assumed we always had to do most of the work for.  Then she surprised us.  One of the those nights when we simply couldn't keep our eyes open any longer, after she had been awake night after night, she got tired of waiting for us.  We awoke to find her soaking wet, having given herself a shower.  We rushed back to turn off the water, but otherwise, all was mostly fine.  

We had no idea Janey knew how to turn on the shower.  It's a little complicated, like everything else in our old house.  And the next day, when she asked for a shower, we told her to start one herself, to try to see how she did it.  Well, she just stood there.  We decided to wait it out, and finally, after 38 minutes (we kept track), she got into the shower and reached up and turned on the water.

So---the jig was up.  Now, when she asks for a shower, we tell her "Go ahead!  Take a shower!"  And she does.  It sometimes takes a very long time for her to do all the steps, but she's happy, going at her own pace and working toward what she wants.  I still wash her hair when it needs washing (maybe someday we can figure that one out, but not yet!) and we block access to the shower now at night, to avoid water being left on for hours and overflowing (turning OFF the shower isn't in her toolkit yet), but during the day, if she wants five showers, she gets them, and we get a little break.  We check on her a lot, we make sure all is well, but mostly, she does it on her own.

Another breakthrough, one that took Tony and me stupidly long to figure out, was TV access.  We have an Amazon Fire system to access the streaming services we have, and even for us, it's not the easiest thing to figure out.  For Janey, despite us trying very hard for years to teach her, it seemed impossible for her to learn.  So when she wanted to watch a show, she'd come to us with the remote and say "I need help!"  Which we were happy to do---for the first 5 or 10 times an hour.  The problem is that she doesn't generally just watch a show or movie all the way through.  She like the intros or certain scenes, something she can do easily on her phone and tablet, but something beyond her on the "big TV" using the remote.  

Finally, we realized that all the streaming services can be accessed by computer.  Janey uses a mouse with ease.  I'm not sure why she can use a mouse but not a remote, but I think it has to do with the visual cue of the caret on the screen.  Our TV is set up so it can also be a computer monitor, with the push of a button.  So---we "lost" the Fire remote.  It stays lost at any time Janey is home.  If she wants a show, we tell her "You know how to do it!" and she does.  She switches easily between services and YouTube and rewinds and repeats to her heart's content.  It was a rough few days at first, with many hours of "I need help!", but when she realized the remote was "lost" for good, she adjusted.

This is an example of something that we should have figured out years ago, and you might wonder why we didn't.  I think part of it is we just get tired.  It can feel easier in the moment to once again put on a show for her, to say "Okay, one last time!" when we know it's not one last time, than to take the time to figure out how to change things up.  I have a feeling most of you caring for someone like Janey get that.  Constant tiredness, constant vigilance---those are not friends of innovation.

The third area we've made some progress with is Janey being awake at night.  No progress in keeping her from BEING awake at night---we've realized that's probably not going to happen.  Janey goes in cycles.  For a few weeks, she sleeps more than most people---sometimes going to sleep soon after coming home from school and sleeping all night.  Then there might be a few days of near typical sleep.  Then....the few weeks of very, very little sleep, where she can be up nights in a row with NO sleep, or sleep only a few hours a night.  

These times are currently the hardest part of being Janey's parents.  It's no coincidence that being prevented from sleeping, being woken all night, is sometimes used for torture.  When we are up all night with Janey, we simply don't function at all close to normally during the day.  We are in a constant haze.  So, figuring out the nights is a priority.

We are lucky in a few things.  Janey is not an eloper.  She doesn't try to leave the house.  Over the years, we've childproofed, or Janey-proofed, so that she can't get at things that aren't safe for her.  But still, when she didn't sleep, we didn't sleep.  Part of that was just habit---even though she now was pretty safe at night awake on her own, we couldn't relax.  And partly, it was because if she ran into something she wanted we couldn't help with, she'd wake us up.

This problem isn't solved, but it's better.  We have started setting things up for Janey to access in the night.  Her phones and tablets are always accessible and charged, and we finally figured out (thanks to Freddy, our in house IT guy) how to take the passwords off them safely, so she doesn't need to wake up to constantly reinput the passwords.  We started leaving food Janey likes front and center in the fridge, leftovers for her to find.  She can get herself a midnight snack if she wants.  And now, we can better doze as she's awake.  Not totally---she can be loud, and she still wakes us fairly regularly, but our sleep (and by our sleep I'm doing a disserve not to say Tony's sleep, as he has always done the lion's share of the night shift) is more than it used to be.

It's striking me that it's fairly little things like this that make life easier---finding small ways to let Janey be the adult she is, and let us be the tired late middle aged people we are, letting us co-exist in a way that works a bit better for all of us.  There's areas that can't be changed---Janey is not going to learn how to drive so she can take herself for the car rides she so craves---but at times, it feels like we are making progress in figuring out, after 18 years, this unique lifestyle.