"Want to take a shower?" times infinity

Janey slept very little last night. Instead, she spend the night waking up Tony and me over and over and over and over, each time asking, in the exact same tone of voice, "Want to take a shower?"

 After all these years, we still have no idea how to best respond to repeated questions like this. You would think we'd have figured out a strategy that works. The fact we haven't makes me think there isn't one. 

 The rules about a shower are something we stay pretty consistent with. During the day, Janey can take a shower pretty much any time there is time. She sometimes takes 10 a day. The water bill is high, but there aren't that many things Janey loves to do, and we are happy to make her happy. However, during the night, we have a rule that showers have to wait until 5 am. We don't want to be turning off the shower (she can turn it on herself) and drying her off and helping her get re-dressed over and over, and we also of course want to encourage sleep over constant showering. So it's not that she thinks that we might give in and let her take a shower during the night. We just don't.

 So...how do we respond to the endless requests? At first, we just say something like "No, it's not 5 o'clock yet. No showers during the night". This makes little to no impression on Janey. She will ask again, after a minute or two, forever. After a while, when we have been driven to that point, we usually say something like "We'll answer you two more times. After that, we aren't going to answer you if you ask for a shower". We try that for a while. Again, it makes no difference, except sometimes then Janey starts crying from our lack of answering, and we feel guilty. We try other things. Distraction? We try. It's hard, during the night, when we are exhausted, but we try talking with her about something else, snuggling with her to try to get her to sleep, letting her watch videos, things like that. It doesn't work. She will keep asking, in the tone that sounds like a recording, all night.

 At some point, because unfortunately we are human, we might answer in a tone that allows in a little anger..."NO! No shower! We've told you that a hundred times! NO SHOWER!" That does no more good than anything else, except for making Janey cry almost for sure.

 We've tried other exotic things over the years---a recorded answer we play on our phone, a social story about showers being only for the daytime, a written answer on paper we show her. Nope. No dice. No difference.

 You might be thinking now---what if they just gave in and let her take the shower? Well, during the day, we do that sometimes, and once or twice, on long, long nights, we've tried that too. She's be happy for the length of the shower and maybe 5 minutes afterward. Then...you guessed it...again, "Want to take a shower?" The problem is, I think, that Janey has a hard time thinking of things she wants to do. She truly doesn't want to do that many things. She wants car rides, showers, taking the bus to school, eating and videos. During the night, she does sometimes ask for car rides, but she does seem to get that when it's dark, that's not going to happen. We try to keep middle of the night eating at a minimum, but we sometimes do leave food for her to eat around. She can always watch videos. The bus to school---she does ask for that, but she seems to get pretty much that's only once a day. But showers...I think she knows that she COULD take a shower, even if we aren't allowing it, and when she is awake and restless and bored, a shower seems like a good idea. And her understanding of time and her lack of understanding our annoyance, keep her asking over and over.

 I have no idea how to deal with this issue. And I am very aware that many people like Janey don't talk at all, and that even a repeated question would be something their loved ones would love to hear, and I try to keep that in mind. And I am glad Janey is expressing what she wants. But at 3 am, after being kept up all night, when the question gets asked again---well, that's tough.

 This sort of thing is why I worry about the thought of Janey ever being cared for at a group home or the like. We love Janey extremely much. How would someone react that, although they might care very much for Janey, they might be a professional with a huge amount of patience, how would that person that isn't her parent react to a repeated question that even for us, making us half deranged? The scares me.

This kind of issue, the kind of problem that seems without a solution, is one of the hardest parts of being Janey's parents.  There isn't a guidebook for this kind of things.  Janey's mind, her understanding of the world, her wants and needs, are just not typical, not the mainstream.  Solutions that would work for those with less severe autism, like rewards or reasoning or even punishments or tokens or social stories or so on...not something that Janey gets or is helped by.  

So...today we are tired.  We are frustrated.  We are glad it's daytime, for now, and we can give in and let Janey take a lot of showers and car rides.  We look forward to school tomorrow.  We go on, loving our Janey, managing as best we can.

Summertime Blues

 It's been a rough start to the summer with Janey.  We are seeing behaviors we haven't seen for years---long days of screaming, lots of arm biting which comes close to breaking her skin, crying for hours.  It's not every minute of every day, and there have been a few better days mixed in, but overall, it's certainly been a tough time.  

We really have no idea what is causing this unhappiness.  Some of it is probably just the change in routine that the end of the regular school year brings, but it hasn't been this extreme other years.  Janey had quite a good year of school, overall, and most of the time enjoyed the new after school program.  I imagine it was hard to have it all be over for the summer.  We tried hard to make the weeks before summer school fun for her.  We did a trip to Maine to stay in what she calls a "hotel house"---usually something that makes her very happy, but this trip was mixed to say the least.  It was very, very hot in Maine, and we mostly had to stay in our air conditioned room.  Janey liked the unlimited showers in a nice big hotel shower, but off and on, she screamed and cried loudly.  

During one of these screaming sessions at the hotel, as we tried everything we could to calm her down, I had a horrible flashback to the time we were in Children's Hospital waiting for a placement at a psychiatric facility, when Janey was 10.  It felt suddenly so much the same---being in a room we really couldn't leave (this time due to 100 degree heat), having to keep Janey quiet (this time because we didn't want to disturb other guests or get that fun call we've gotten a few times from the front desk asking if everything is okay), not being at home where we have more resources to help her---it was awful.  I felt like I was in despair, a feeling I haven't had because of a situation with Janey for a long time.  

The picture shows one of Janey's happy moments at the hotel, of which there were a few, but moments like that lately seem to change on a dime.  

Now Janey is in summer school, which is never her favorite part of the school year.  She goes willingly, as she always does for school, but most days she is getting off the school bus and breaking down.  We always consider just not sending her to summer school, but....

The other big issue is the one that isn't new---Janey's sleepless nights.  The past week, there were 3 nights out of seven that she literally didn't sleep at all.  Needless to say, Tony and I didn't get much sleep either.  After a night like that, we are left feeling barely human.  Any respite at all is so desperately needed that any thoughts of not doing summer school are put aside.  We put her on the bus and collapse.  She, meanwhile, usually seems to feel just fine without any sleep.  Sometimes her days after not sleeping are her better days.  We very much need to try to figure out why her sleep is so variable.  We do know that genetic testing showed she has the genes for a very rare sleep disorder---one that only about 100 families in the world have---but Tony also has the gene, and he doesn't have the sleep issues she does.  It's a rare enough disorder that there isn't much information on it out there, and we have been putting off joining a study about it because, well, we are just kind of overwhelmed and not really ready for all kinds of medical tests that would involve, but we probably need to join the study, at least to try to understand what's going on more.

On the uncommon days lately that Janey is happy, we have seen something we often see when she's been having a very tough time---improved talking.  It's strange how that seems to follow or be interspersed with tough times.  She's asking for specific songs she wants to hear by name, she's using a little bit longer sentences, and she's doing something new.  When she asks me something like "want to go for a car ride?" and I say "you need to check with Daddy about that" (I don't drive anymore), she will say something like "I will ask Daddy 'Daddy, want to go for a car ride?'"  She rehearses what she will say.  She's done this 5 or 6 times, and it really blows me away.  It's like a little glimpse into her thinking, something we so rarely get.

I hope these tougher times are just an blip, that the easier times we've had for a while now will come back.  Like the flashback in the hotel room, it's so easy to fall right back into the old feelings of hopelessness when faced with screaming and crying.  And it's so hard to have the energy to do all we can to keep her happy when we don't get sleep.  Hopefully, as this hot and restless summer bears on, things will get easier, for us but most of all for Janey.  

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.

Except for sleep...

 When people ask us lately how things are going for Janey, we usually answer that things are going quite well, except for sleep.  That's a big "except for"!

When Janey was younger, sleep was one of her lesser issues.  She actually slept pretty well.  There would be a tough night (or what we thought back then was a tough night) now and then, and once in a long while a very tough, almost no sleep night, but for the most part, she slept fairly normally.  This changed probably three or four years ago.

Now, it's a fairly common event for Janey to not sleep at all.  All night, not a wink.  No moments of drowsing off, no hour of restless sleep, no nothing.  Just no sleep.

It's also quite common for Janey to sleep amazingly little for nights on end.  A recent weekend, she slept 5 hours over the course of three nights.  

On the other end of things, sometimes Janey sleeps for a very long time---12 or 13 hours.  This isn't always after a sleepless night, as you'd think, but during a whole series of nights when her sleep is better.  Often there will be a night of normal sleep, a long night of sleep and then another night of normal sleep---and then...usually the sleepless nights start again.  But even that pattern isn't a regular pattern. Often, there is no pattern at all.

There's also little pattern to how Janey does after not sleeping.  Sometimes we get reports from school that she's very sleepy, and even that they had to let her sleep a lot of the day.  Or if she's home, we see that---times when she's just going to sleep all day even though we don't want her to, because you would think it would lead to another sleepless night.  But it doesn't always---sometimes she sleeps all day and then all night.  Other times, she is perfectly fine after not sleeping---as lively and happy as the day is long, and it's pretty long for us as parents, those days.

As you can see, there is little consistency to Janey's sleep.  This is hard on us, and I'm sure even harder on her.  I can't imagine how it feels to just not be tired at a time when you know people want to sleep, and even more how it would be if there isn't much you can do to entertain yourself

When Janey doesn't sleep, either Tony or I don't sleep, or we try not to.  Sometimes it's impossible not to drift off for a minute, and usually, Janey is okay when we do that.  She is not an eloper---she never tries to leave the house.  She usually spends her long awake nights playing with her devises, watching the same videos over and over, including the dreaded Finger Family, the video that must have been designed as torture for parents.  The biggest problem is when she decides to have a snack. Chips wind up all over the house, stepped on into little pieces, ice cream is left out and melts onto her bed, soda is spilled all over the floor. 

After years of not getting her period for some reason we (and doctors) never figured out, Janey seems to be getting it more regularly now, and I'm sure those cycles have a part in the sleeping and not sleeping, although we can't quite match them up with any part of a cycle.  Another factor is what Janey eats.  I've often talked about how chocolate can keep her up for days, and most everyone knows not to give her chocolate.  However, Tony and I are probably to blame for one recent awful stretch of sleepless nights, because we let her have regular coffee for a few days VERY first thing in the morning, thinking that would be okay.  She loves coffee---we all love coffee---and she is 17, certainly old enough to have coffee with the rest of us.  But from now on, she will have her own "special" coffee, decaf.

I don't see the sleep problem getting better any time soon.  We have tried the medications her pediatrician has said are okay to try, and they make little difference.  We have tried long walks during the day in addition to making sure she gets a lot of other exercise, we have tried routines, we have tried strict bedtimes, we've tried most everything we can think of.  When Janey is determined not to sleep, she isn't going to sleep (and when she is determined TO sleep, she is going to sleep).  Luckily, since Tony has retired, we can usually get a nap during the day if we need to, trading off if Janey is home.  

From what I've heard from all of you out there, Janey's sleep issues are far from unique.  I wonder if this is a problem more with girls with autism than with boys, due to hormones or just the different nature of autism in girls?  Although I wish all of you could have a good night's sleep every night, it does often help thinking of others out there awake like we are, others who live for that first cup of (non-special, fully caffeinated) coffee.  All of us in this club we probably didn't intend to join but now are lifetime members of, the club of those who care for and love a girl or woman with autism---let's raise a cup of coffee to our perplexing, fascinating and often sleepless girls.

The summer so far

 Janey started summer school today.  I'd like to tell you how it went, but I really have no idea.  She went off on the bus happily, and came home in a fairly good mood, but the time in-between is one of those black holes we as parents of kids like Janey face.  There was no note in her backpack.  I don't know who her teacher is.  I know where the school is (it's not her regular school, as all high school students with special needs go to summer school in one place) but that's about all.  If I don't find out more tomorrow, we will make some calls, but it's a tribute to my general faith in the Boston Public Schools that we are sending her at all, I think.  Of course, we asked Janey about her day, but that has not once in her 13 years going to school yielded any information.

The summer up to this point?  Average, I'd say---not that each day was an average day, but it hasn't been an especially good or bad summer.  We've had some very hot days and some weirdly cool days---the 4th of July featured the same high temperature as last Christmas did---and we've had a good deal of rain.  We've taken Janey for a lot of car rides, but as so often happens in the summer, I don't feel like we've done enough else.  We've played in the driveway a good deal, which mostly means Janey runs around holding her iPhone and listening to YouTube videos.  She has watched "Toy Store 4" probably 100 times.  She's eaten lots and lots of food, luckily, mostly very healthy food, which is why she is able to eat from dawn until dusk and beyond without severe weight gain.

Sleep has been a problem.  As Janey gets older, it's one area that is more of a problem than it used to be.  Just tonight, she's been awake, asleep, awake, asleep and now awake, all since 7 pm, and it's 11:30 now.  There have been lots of nights without any sleep at all, on a couple occasions, two nights in a row.  To us, it seems impossible.  I truly just don't know how she can do it, without napping during the days.  Other times, less commonly, she'll sleep most of the day and most of the night.  Her sleep just doesn't seem to have the pattern that most everyone else's sleep has.  And that would be fine, except we really can't sleep when she isn't sleeping.  We can catnap, but she wakes us up often and we never sleep deeply, as we really need to keep an eye on her.  We are thankful she's isn't in any way an eloper.  Our house has a front and a back hall with doors, so kind of an airlock, but I'd say in all her years she's only ever gone into the halls even without us once or twice.  So we don't worry about her escaping, but more about her dumping food around or having toileting issues or tossing bowls onto the ground for fun (a recent new hobby)

Janey did have a filling done under general anesthesia last week, which went very well.  She was happy and cheerful even going to the dentist, which to me spoke to how bored I worry she is at home.  I feel guilty over this boredom, but it is so very hard to get her interested in anything new.  I think I'd go out of my mind watching the same movie over and over, or taking car rides to nowhere for hours, or listening to the same music over and over while running up and down a driveway.  But when I try very hard to introduce a new move, or when we try to take her for walks around the neighborhood, or to play some new driveway game, or just to shake things up a bit, she is not at all interested.  Maybe it's us, because she certainly seemed to enjoy going to the dentist and to school.  But still, I feel a huge amount of guilt over her limited range of entertainment.  I know I've written about this before, but it's on my mind so much.

Janey will be 17 next month.  That shakes me up.  When I was 17, I left for college.  17 was the start of my adult life.  For Janey, 17 will probably be much like 16, or 15, or 5.  Does that matter to her?  Is there any way I can find out?  Is Janey happy with her life?  Does she think about what her life is, what she wishes it was, what it can or can't be?  Is it enough that most of the time now, Janey is fairly content, or is there more that we should do?  Does she long for more?  There are so many things I don't know about Janey, although our lives are intertwined so closely.  How I wish I could ask her so many things---starting with the little things, like how school was today, and leading to the big things.  Until I can, if I ever can, I feel a huge weight of obligation to make the right decisions, to provide the right enrichment, to protect her when needed, give her freedom in the little ways I can, to make her life meaningful.  I hope I can do even in a small part what she deserves.

All the tough decisions---autism life in a COVID world

As the months go by and we are still living in this endless COVID bad dream, I suspect all of us living lives affected by autism are starting to feel the strain increase.  It's not at all easy for anyone, but for kids like Janey, and families like ours and so many of yours, it's a special kind of tough.

Starting with the new year, it seemed, Janey got more challenging.  We all did.  It's been a long, long haul, and it's winter, and the cases were increasing, and we all had been stuck together as a family for far longer than is mentally healthy.  The biggest issue was sleep.  Janey's sleep started a pattern of one night okay, one night with either a very late going to sleep time or a very early waking up time, and then one night of absolutely no sleep.  And although we did our bests to catnap while she was awake, or to sleep well on the nights she did, that kind of sleep cycle...wow.  We were snapping at each other, constantly tense, really not doing well.  

Janey, in trying to cope, I think, was developing some quite repetitive routines.  One was watching Toy Story 4, and sometimes Toy Story 2, over and over and over.  The other shows and movies she used to like weren't being watched at all.  And not even all of the two Toy Stories were, just certain scenes, repeated time after time.  And while watching them, Janey would laugh, that laugh I think you all know, an insane sounding loud almost humorless laugh, a fake kind of high decibel laugh.  The nights she stayed awake all night would feature that laugh off and on for hours up on hours.

We kept trying, as we have been, to do school at home.  We do the morning meeting, at 8, for which Janey showed varying levels of engagement, and then video lessons such as books with a theme for the week or lessons like a great one her teachers have developed about body awareness and pain.  When we can catch her in the right mood, she'll listen with interest and answer questions, but other times, she simply screams at the top of her lungs at the very mention of the classes.  We resorted to making the lessons a requirement before car rides or other fun times.  That's not how I want school to be for her, some kind of chore.  And that's never how it has been.  None of this is the fault of her teachers, who are doing a hero's job of it all in the midst of impossible challenges.  It's that remote learning is not how Janey learns, and I don't think it ever will be.

With all this, we decided after huge family debate to request that Janey go back to school, which supposedly was available for kids of her level of disability.  We had turned down what was called the hybrid model of learning before, where she would have been able to go to school 4 days a week.  I thought this was a reversible decision, and that by requesting she switch out of remote, she'd be quickly able to return to school.  Well, I should have known better, as in one of the hugely contrasts that exist, the difference between the fantastic teachers in Boston and the (I won't use some of the words I'd like to use here) middle and upper level central administration of Boston, the admin people showed their colors again, and it seemed somehow either impossible or incredibly complicated to switch her model.  Meanwhile, somehow there was supposed to be a switch for most special needs kids to in person on February 1st, but in one of the many conflicting and complicated emails I got, we were told since Janey was in the highest needs level and we had before requested remote learning for her, now that those with less severe needs were going to be able to go back, our previous decision to be remote had to stand, unless we did some complicated other form and (presumably) prayed it worked.  If you are confused, so am I.

However, Janey's teacher and I had the idea that perhaps Janey could go to school for one day, or one day a week, for state testing she had to have.  Even just one day was such a thrill for all of us to think of.  So a week ago Thursday, Janey went to school for a day.  She had a wonderful day.  We had a wonderful day at home.  The effects of that one day, even, last for days and days---better sleep, better toilet use, better moods, and Tony and I, after 10 full months of absolutely zero respite, had about 4 hours to ourselves between driving her in and picking her up.

Part of the day at school was a COVID test.  Janey wasn't excited about the prospect, and resisted at first, but her teacher told her that after the nurse "tickled her nose", she could have a lot of salami.  Brilliant!  She gave Janey a minute, asked her if she was ready, Janey said yes, and the test was taken successfully.

That first week's test was negative. We took Janey to school again last Thursday, so happily.  I especially needed a break.  Midweek I had developed diverticulitis for the third time in three years, with a fever and lots of pain, and a remote appointment and antibiotics and warnings of what signs to go to the ER immediately if I got.  Janey was tested again that day.

Saturday morning Janey's teacher called us to say that the pooled test, where Janey and one other child's COVID tests were combined together and tested, were positive.  Either Janey had COVID, or the other child did, or both of them did.  The school nurse called me a few minutes later (her teacher called me first to tell me in person, which I so much appreciated)  She went over the next steps, which was to get Janey her own COVID test.  

We are getting Janey's test today.  And I'll just note here, when mayors and governors and so on urge testing, well, could they make it a little damn easier to get a test, even in a situation like this where there is more than just an exposure, where there is a 50% chance Janey has the virus?  Can they make it so you don't have to call around for hours and EXPLAIN to the nurse you finally talk to what pooled testing even is, and hear her say "I've never heard of that! That's stupid!  I don't understand why they would do that!" and then act like saying Janey could get a test is some kind of huge favor, and then asking me "Will she even cooperate with the test?"  

Janey has a few mild symptoms which might or might not be significant.  A few nights ago she was coughing a bit, and she had some diarrhea, which is rare for her.  But yesterday and today she seems perfectly healthy and happy.  And thankfully, the rest of us don't show any signs so far.  But still, of course, we have to quarantine, and in fact, the whole high school is going to have to go fully remote (although only about 20 kids weren't remote)  So, for now, our plans of having Janey go to school in person again are at the very least on hold for a while.

I don't have a strong conclusion here.  Were we wrong to send Janey in for those two days?  My older son strongly, strongly feels we were, and maybe he's right.  But as I told him, he hadn't been up night after night with Janey.  He wasn't the one responsible for keeping her together day after week after month, or for trying to get her to access an education in a way she didn't want to and couldn't seem to, she wasn't the one without one second of respite from a very high needs child for literally almost a year.  We want Janey to learn, to be with friends, to have fun, to get the benefits of the wonderful teachers and aides and therapists that are there for her.  But of course we also want to be well.  And you can't really be mad at a virus.  It's doing what all of us are doing---trying to stay alive and go on.  

I'll try to keep this blog updated on Janey's test results.  I hope you all are hanging in there.  Please know you aren't alone during these long months.  There's a lot of us out there living this life.  Whatever decisions you make about schooling, know that you are doing the best you can in your situation.  And join me in hoping that a year from now, this will be part of history.  Please.

Silver Anniversary

Yesterday was our silver anniversary, marking 25 years of marriage.  And I was thinking all day that if I'd somehow been able to see the future, and needed to pick out a husband specifically to be my partner in parenting Janey, I couldn't have picked a better man than Tony.

You don't hear nearly as much about autism fathers as autism mothers.  But I'm pretty sure Tony's not the only fantastic autism father out there (in fact, I know for a fact he isn't---here's a shout-out to you, Dan!)  Tony is Janey's rock star.  I'm okay in her eyes, but Tony is her hero.  When he gets home from work, I see a smile that I just don't see any other time.  Daddy takes her for car rides, dances with her, cooks her favorite foods, makes silly voices for her, delights in funny things she says---Daddy is the sunshine of her life.

Almost every afternoon when Tony walks through the door, I say "Thank you for coming home".  He often jokingly replies "As if I have a choice!"  But he does have a choice.  I know that some fathers, faced with the challenges Janey brings (or the more typical challenges that William and Freddy brought) would not come home---would decide that it was all a little more than he bargained for.  And I won't say what I hate to hear---that I don't know how single mothers do it.  I know how they do it.  I know you do what you have to do.  But I will say I can imagine how incredibly tougher my life would be doing this on my own.

I've read that the toughest years on a marriage when parenting a child like Janey are the early years, but I don't think that's necessarily true.  Most people understand that parenting children in the early years is a very intense thing.  But most people also know that it gets easier, that eventually there will come a day when the children don't need to be cared for 24/7, when the children have lives of their own.  That day will not come for Tony and me, or for so many families like ours.  We will take care of Janey for the rest of our lives.  I am not saying this to try to say what a burden it is, how unfair it is, any of that. It is just how it is.  But I don't think many people would argue when I say that does put a strain on a marriage.

However, I think in many ways Janey has given us a stronger marriage.  We need each other.  We need each other desperately.  When Tony gets home, I am thrilled---each and every day.  I am thrilled not always for the reasons you might think of when reading romance novels---I am thrilled because I know I will get a little break, that I can sit and read for a bit.  When we do get a little bit of time alone together, we treasure it.  Yesterday, we had a wonderful day while Janey was at school.  We watched some TV, we went out to lunch, we talked and laughed and reflected on the past 25 years.  I am sure many people do more exotic things for their silver anniversary.  They might take a cruise, or have a huge party, or buy each other big gifts.  But I think we had just as much fun.

I'm not going to say it's all been sunshine and roses.  There have been times when the stresses of our lives certainly brought out the worst in both of us.  There have been bickering middle of the night fights over who slept less, there have been times that we lashed out at each other because we had run out of patience a few toileting disasters ago, there have been arguments over nit-picky things we felt the other wasn't handling correctly.  But in looking back, those moments fade behind the good moments, the moments we together watched Janey do something that amazed us, the times we quoted Janey's latest video obsession and both of us got the reference and we laughed until we cried, the amazing moments when all three kids were together and happy and we couldn't believe we've created the family we have.

To all the fathers out there, indeed, to all the married couples out there living this uniquely challenging life----we raise a cup of coffee in a virtual toast to you.  And to Tony, Happy Anniversary.  I love you.