Christmas, not so much presents!

I recently asked if people on the Facebook group that is a companion to this blog wanted to talk about their girls at Christmastime (if they celebrated Christmas), and many did---thank you to all of you!  (and if you are reading this and have a girl with autism in your life, and you aren't already in the group, I'd love to have you join---it's a friendly and welcoming place!)

A few things stood out about our girls and Christmas.  One is that it's not about the presents, for the most part.  Another is that it can be an overwhelming time.  But with those things kept in mind, most of the girls and their families did find a way to enjoy Christmas and make it a special time.

The part about the gifts was striking to me, in that most of the girls were like Janey---not big fans of gifts.  Of course, there are exceptions, but for the most part, gifts were one of the toughest parts of the season.  In a way, that might sound like every parent's dream.  We hear over and over that Christmas isn't supposed to be about getting presents, and of course it isn't, but presents are a big part of it, and to have a child that no only doesn't much want any presents but can even be actively upset by them is hard.

There were some great ideas people have.  One person talked about making the Christmas stocking full of small unopened toys, instead of having presents under the tree that had to be opened.  Another idea was having one box with all the presents in it, to reduce opening.  A great idea was giving a little present each Sunday of Advent, to practice.  An important thing is finding presents our girls actual like---like sensory toys or food.

I've always struggled with presents for Janey.  Part of it for me is a feeling of equality.  I don't want to just give her brothers presents and not her (although, to be honest, Janey would not notice or care).  And I ENJOY getting toys and gifts for Janey.  But she hates opening presents.  She doesn't get it, and it is not fun for her.  This year, there was a wonderful moment when I asked her what she wanted for Christmas and she actually answered "a book", so of course there will be a pile of books for her under the tree, but I won't wrap them.  I will give her one wrapped present---a tabletop drum set.  And her stocking will have a lot of chocolate in it (yes, I know I've said in the past chocolate makes her crazy and insomniatic, but she loves it, and I want her to get something she loves)  I won't try to make her watch her brothers open things, and I won't be upset if she shows no reaction to anything she gets.  That's the plan, anyway.

I think one of the most stressful parts of Christmas for us as autism parents is that our kids often have a hard time sharing Christmas with extended family and with friends.  We can control things to some extent at home, but it's hard when visiting others.  And it's hard sometimes for grandparents and other relatives, too.  They want to share Christmas, to give presents, and it seems to go against what is expected that the very sharing and hospitality and presents can be a source of stress.  A lot of families just don't make visits, or if they do, it's to one place each year.  We go every Christmas Eve to a dear friend's house.  Janey knows the family well, and I think knows that is the plan.  She is an early to bed kid, and so we have a lot of the night after she falls asleep for the our two families to have time together, but while she's awake, they know her and make sure there's food she likes and routines she understands for her to enjoy.  That means a great deal to me.

What do our girls like about Christmas?  A lot of girls like the tree and the decorations.  Traditions also seem to fit naturally with autism!  They are routines, after all.  And for Janey, and some other girls, the best part of Christmas is the music.  Starting at the beginning of November, I switch my iPod to an all Christmas list.  I know a lot of people hate Christmas music too early, but for Janey, that's a compromise---she'd listen all year, and at least keeping it to two months makes it a little more special!  I sing carols to her every night at Christmastime as she goes to sleep.  She seems each year to pick a carol or song that she loves best.  This year, it's been "Hark the Herald Angels Sing"  She especially seems to like later verses of carols.  She's gotten very annoyed with me a few times for not remembering all the verses of "We Three Kings", especially the depressing one about sorrowing and dying!

One of the most amazing and wonderful moments ever with Janey, one of those I hesitate to mention almost because it seems like one of those "autism is magic" stories that in daily life don't really happen that often---when Janey was about 6, she heard the Hallelujah Chorus from The Messiah for the first time, in the car.  She was quiet and looked to be in awe for the whole thing, and when it was over, she burst into applause, clapping for a long, long time---something she had never done before for a song, much like the first time George II
of England heard it and stood up in honor, which has become the traditional thing to do.  It was a moment I'll remember all my days.

Autism never takes a holiday.  That can be very tough at times like Christmas.  It's hard having to adjust plans, presents, visits and expectations for the whole family to avoid meltdowns, but not doing so is even harder, as a meltdown filled Christmas is not fun for anyone.  Overall, I felt encouraged by hearing from others about their Christmases.  We seem to find a way to find joy in the season even with the challenges.  It's not easy, but not much of this autism parenting gig is.  I hope all of you have a wonderful Christmas and/or New Year.  We are all in this together, wherever in the world we might be, and that truly does help.  Merry Christmas.

The Heights and the Depths

Yesterday was a great example of one of the most exhausting and mysterious things about how autism shows itself in Janey.  It was a day that was a mix of her worst and best, see-sawing back and forth all day until we were left exhausted, unsure whether to laugh or cry, despair or rejoice.

Let's do a run-down.  Janey woke up in a bad mood.  She woke up screaming and screaming, for no reason we could figure.  It took about an hour to calm her down, during which she kept attempting to bite her arm.  Once she finally relaxed, we had a good hour of hanging out, eating breakfast and watching some shows.  Then we all headed out to my favorite thrift store and various other errands.  Janey got into a mood in the car for a while, crying and crying.  We were pretty much figuring the day was going to be a disaster.  She wasn't happy at the thrift store, so Tony and Freddy took her for a walk while I shopped.  She got cheerful enough during this walk that we decided to go to a hot dog place near the store.  It's slow fast food---you order, and it takes a while to get brought to you.  As it was early in their day, this time it took quite a while, maybe 20 minutes, and Janey was a joy.  She sat there patiently and happily, listening to the radio, looking out the window, as good as you could hope anyone would be.  She didn't eat much, but we all had a very nice meal.  Then we went to Trader Joe's and a computer store near there.  Janey did not care for the computer store Tony took her in while I grocery shopped.  She didn't care for it so much she freaked out and tried to bite Tony on the face.  Freddy took her out and brought her to the crowded Trader Joe's with me.  The crowds bothered her not a bit, and she walked around with him fairly happily, looking for her "ham", the fancy salami she likes there.  We ate it on the way home, a good drive.  Once home, she again had a lot of fits, crying, tossing things around, furious at us.  I finally toward evening in desperation gave her my iPod to hold and put it on Bluetooth with some speakers I have.  She caught on right away that she could wander the house, changing music as she pleased, and for probably 2 hours, she was happier than happy.  She played some of her favorite songs over and over, including maybe 10 go-throughs of a current favorite, Funkytown.  She and Freddy danced, Janey doing the instinctive right moves as she so often does.  She looked like she was in a disco.  Later I played her the chorus from The Messiah.  That was the highlight of the day or most any day.  She stopped moving and stood listening with a look on her face that was beyond words, a quiet joy and amazement.  She's heard the piece before, but not for a while, and it was simply one of the best moments I've ever had to watch her experience it.  I don't think anyone could love music more than Janey, whether they are the most experienced and knowledgable musician on earth.  After the music time, Janey fussed her way to sleep, demanding this and then that and finally falling asleep very, very late for her, about 11 pm.

So we go in one day from scenes like a lunging biting attempt in a store, a prolonged screaming and crying fit in the car, several tantrums, but also a near perfect meal out and a glorious time with music.  How is it all explained?  What drives Janey?  What happens?  I could think we shouldn't have taken her to as many places as we did, but it wasn't that straightforward---she was better for the ride home than the ride out.  I could say we should have insisted on an earlier bedtime, but it's the weekend, she almost never stays up late, and the hours with the music were among the best we've ever had with her.  We could say we should have given the day more of a routine, but some of the toughest parts were the parts where everything was calm.  When I think I've got some aspect of Janey's moods figured out, she proves me wrong.  I don't understand her.  I don't know if I ever will.  She is intense, driven, angry, angelic, mysterious, sad, joyful---she is not an easy girl to understand.  Tony and I have joked about our three very different but all unusual kids, wishing that we had had just one boring child.  That's not the path we've been given  We are doing the best we can, Janey.  I hope someday, if you can read this, you'll forgive us for the times we were overwhelmed by you.  You are an amazing girl.  I hope we can help you find your way.