Summer Report

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.  I guess.  I am not a summer person, as people who have read this blog probably know, but this summer hasn't been bad, as summers go.  There was the non-sleep period, which I will never, ever say is over, because I fear a jinx more than anything, but, well, it's better.  Janey has still been often getting up extremely early, but lately, she is into Netflix on her iPad, and watching longer movies, even ones she's never watched before, and it's allowing us to drowse a bit while she's awake.

The big difference this summer, of course, has been having Tony home.  It's wonderful.  I said just before the summer started that it was the first summer I haven't dreaded, and I was right not to.  Parenting Janey is really a two person job, and Tony and I are both more rested, even with the non-sleeping issues, than we were in past summers.  

Another very nice thing has been summer school.  Two years ago, I took Janey out of summer school in the middle.  She was miserably unhappy.  It was the only real time I'd ever seen her crying because she didn't want to get on the bus, and she would come home crying, and I was getting emails from the teacher a lot of the type that say "Do you have any ideas about keeping Janey happy?  Is there something different at home?" to which I always have an urge to reply something like "Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that we moved because the old house exploded---it just slipped my mind!"  I'm just being sarcastic here, but I do tell teachers if something big is happening at home, and to be fair, I don't get that question often.  So we cut our losses that year, and I was gun-shy last year and decided to just keep Janey home from summer school.  But this year, I thought we'd give it a try again, and she's been VERY happy there.  Her (different than two summers ago) teacher seems great and he stays in touch about positive and less positive things, and he sent me a happy picture of her from Friday, which is something I very much love to get.

Janey is continuing to seem more like a teenager all the time.  Her most used phrase with me is "Want to go away?"  She says this any time I'm in her space, and her space is often much of the house.  I take it with a laugh, though.  It's cool to see her wanting space, and I want to give her as much as I can.  It makes me sad, a lot of times, how little true independence her life is going to have, and I feel like it's important to give her any agency I can about how she spends her time.  It can sometimes get a little severe, though, like when her brother Freddy came home from work and said hi to her, and she replied "NO! Want to go away?" and pushed him.  But I remind myself her vocabulary is limited, and she's getting her point across.

One interesting development is how Janey has been using the TouchChat AAC app on her iPad.  I started with it a couple years ago with great hopes.  Janey has never really used it to talk, though.  She likes it, and she says, many hundreds of times "I don't want to listen to CD" which might sound like it's saying something, but it's what you get if you hit the exact middle of each screen in a row.  I think she likes the way it makes a sentence, and she doesn't ever listen to CDs anyway.  But for a while, when Janey is very upset, I have been pulling up the feelings screen on the app and asking her to tell me how she's feeling.  She usually picks happy first, even when she's very obviously not happy, but then she picks something else, sad or frustrated or angry or tired.  And she calms down.  Like a miracle sometimes, she calms down.  It's like being able to label the feeling helps tremendously.  Today, for the first time ever, when she was upset, she went to the iPad and went to that screen herself, and 

calmed herself down.  I was very, very happy.  I wish she'd use the app more, though.  I use it often around her, and she easily remembers how to get to various screens, and it's always available for her, but she has made plain that's as far as she wants to go with it for now.  And if I pushed her more, I'm 

quite sure she wouldn't be as eager to use it in the limited way she does as she is now---that's my Janey.

Of course, what comes next is high school, and I am nervous day and night about that.  I feel confident we picked the right program for Janey, and I am very happy she can go where we wanted her to go.  But still...it's a new school, and it's a LONG bus ride.  It's on the opposite side of Boston, and if you know Boston traffic, you know it might well take an hour for her to get to school and an hour to get home, on tougher days, and some days, probably more than that.  She loves the bus and she loves rides, or we wouldn't even consider that, but I worry about her needing to use the bathroom while she's on the bus, I worry how she will react if the traffic completely stops the bus for long periods, I worry about other kids on the bus...I worry about everything.  I keep telling myself to wait and see how things go before all the worrying, but that's not my way of doing things, usually.

I was helped more than you know during Janey's no sleep nights by posting on the Facebook companion page to this blog, and reaching out to the other mothers in no sleep land, the ones, as Claire so incredibly well put it, awake at silly o'clock, as those hours in the middle of the night should be officially named.  Thank you, as always, for getting it, all of you wonderful people.  I hope you are having summers that are better than you'd worried they might be!

The start of the next part

Since I last wrote, a big change took place in our lives.  Tony retired from work, 30 years to the day after starting federal employment.  He is 56, so this is a fairly early retirement.  Having him retire early was a huge decision, mostly for financial reasons, but it was the right decision, I am quite certain.

On the day Tony retired, a thought kept running through my head---"The hardest part is over now".  That's where the title of this post comes from.  Of course, I knocked on wood, and of course I know that there are still going to be many tough parts of life.  But from now on, there are two of us to care for Janey.

The smile of a man 5 minutes into retirement!

About a week after Tony retired, I looked at him and realized he truly looked about 10 years younger than he had for the past few years.  Mothers get all the glory and sympathy often in this special needs parenting game, but it's hard to overstate all Tony has done over the years.  Especially the past few years, he was working a job that was extremely stressful.  He woke very early every morning, helped me get Janey off to school, went to work all day, came home, took over with Janey usually, took her for car rides and made her supper, then had to go to bed when she did so he could get up and do it all over again.  He often went days without any time to himself, save maybe his time on the train.  He did all this while dealing with a serious health condition (severe type 2 diabetes---he's been insulin dependent for many years).  Tony's brother lives upstairs from us and is increasingly disabled from the complications of diabetes also, and Tony helps him a lot too.  When Janey didn't sleep, often Tony didn't sleep, and there were so many days I simply didn't even know how he got through the day.

Financially, retiring this early is not going to be a piece of cake, but that isn't something we find nearly as important as our health and happiness.  As long as we can eat, have health care and have a roof over our heads, the rest is gravy.

I've often thought of how in cartoons, characters run off cliffs, but keep going along just fine until they realize they have gone off the cliff.  That's how a lot of our life the past few years has felt.  Not everything is within the scope of what I write about here, but suffice to say we've been running on fumes a lot of the time.  Despite Janey being our joy, our delight, despite her being far happier than she was during some darker years for her, the demands of special needs parenting are always there.  That is something it can be hard to explain to those who haven't lived the life, and can be seen as a complaint, as something I shouldn't mention because I should only emphasize the joy.  But I want to speak the truth here, and the truth is that it's hard.  It's very hard.  It's very hard having a child that will never, ever care for herself, that needs supervision that realistically only we as parents can safely provide when she is not in school, 24 hour, 7 day a week supervision, and that this will be forever.  I know my dying thought will be of Janey, of her happiness and safety.

And so we start the next part.  The next part has been good, so far.  It's the little things that are the most surprisingly special.  On the 2nd day Tony was home, after Janey went to school, after a long night when she didn't sleep well, we went back to sleep after she got on the bus.  We slept in until 10.  We woke up astonished.  It was the first time ever we have slept in together.  Ever.  Last night, we stayed up to see our beloved Red Sox win the World Series.  We didn't have to think for one minute that we should be getting to sleep.  We knew we could rest a bit today.  Those kind of moments are worth the change in income.  They are the kind of special small things I think our new life will include a lot of. 

And most importantly than anything, it's wonderful to see the joy having Tony home gives Janey.  Afternoons when she got off the bus were always a very tough time.  Now, Daddy greets her, and right away cooks her whatever she wants to eat.  Together, they blissfully eat things I wouldn't touch---fried eggplant, steamed greens, tuna salad---and Janey dances around with happiness. 

Here's to you, Tony.  We made it to the next part.

Jealousy, Anger, Boredom, Fear....

In my own mind, there is a list of acceptable emotions to have as a parent, especially the parent of a child with autism. Happiness, pride, love, determination, hope, curiosity, amusement, empathy---you'll notice the list is full of positive or encouraging feelings. But there's also a list of feelings I classify as, if not forbidden, at least not to be spoken of much. I'm going to try hard here to be honest about some of those.


Jealousy


In my ideal version of myself, I'm never jealous of other parents or kids. I delight in what Janey can do, and never think about what other kids are doing. In reality, sometimes I am so jealous it's hard to describe. I see other girls her age on Facebook, doing all the regular 13 year old girl things, and I can barely stand it. I look at other mother/daughter relationships, with all their ups and down, and I long for that kind of relationship in my own life. Every child with autism that functions at a higher level than Janey can make the green-eyed monster come out in me. The jealousy isn't all the time, but when it shows up, it's powerful.


Anger


We got a new couch recently. For the few of you that have seen our furniture, you know it was highly, highly overdue. It's nothing fancy, but I had this dream of it looking fairly good for maybe, say, a month. This Sunday, as Tony drove Freddy back to school and I stayed with Janey, against my better judgement, I went to the bathroom while Janey was watching TV. In the few minutes that took, Janey got a bottle of salad dressing out of the refrigarator and, for reasons known only to herself, poured the whole bottle on the new couch. I don't get angry that easily, but I made an exception there. I was furious. Life with Janey presents a lot of moments like the Couch Incident. In some ways, it makes no sense to be angry at Janey. It does no good, I don't think she usually gets why I'm angry, it doesn't do anything but get us both worked up. But having a child who does inexplicable and destructive things on a fairly regular basis---yes, I get angry sometimes.


Boredom


For some reason, this feels like one of the most taboo emotions to have when dealing with your autistic child. I feel like I'm supposed to consider every moment an exciting learning opportunity, a chance to teach and help. However, the truth is, sometimes life with Janey can get boring. Her favorite thing to do with me is what she calls “Snuggle on Mama's bed”. In reality, it's her bed, and it's not usually really snuggling, it's lying there next to each other. My role in this game is to sing little songs and recite nursery rhymes and otherwise carry on a monologue. Sometimes this time feels wonderful, a time of connection between us. Other times, though, I am just plain bored of it. Janey doesn't want me to sing or recite or talk about anything new. She is open to new music in the car, but not when we are snuggling and I'm singing. She doesn't want to talk herself, or be asked questions, or listen to any books except a few nursery rhyme ones and occasionally “Go Dog Go”. I'd say we spend a couple hours a day in this mode. And it gets boring. Very, very boring, at times.


Fear


Recently, there's been attention in the news to the hideously high rate of abuse of those with special needs. I can't read through these articles, but I've read enough. When I think about that kind of thing...well, often I just can't. The fear would overwhelm me. And in the background, there is a fear that never ever goes away, the fear of what will happen to Janey when Tony and I are gone. When I think about her in any kind of situation where she is scared or confused or being hurt or not cared for---the fear is horrible. Add to that the fear that was planted, planted deep, when she lived with a burst appendix for three days without us knowing, the fear of the harm that can come from her lack of ability to communicate well...the fear is always, always there.



There you have it---the emotions that often get left out of what is openly discussed when talking about this special needs parenting gig. It's not an easy job. It's the job I'm committed to for life, and my love of Janey is my pay. But like any job, no matter how well paid, there are days you just want to gripe, to speak openly about the sometimes tough work conditions with others on the work site. Thanks for listening.

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.

On admitting it's ME who is overwhelmed and frustrated...

We are at Friday of spring vacation week.  Tony is taking today off, which is a huge, huge, HUGE relief.  It's been a long week.  Mostly for me, more than Janey, and that is what I'm thinking about.

Last summer when I talked about how Janey's life had little variety, I was very taken with the insight a lot of you gave me---that Janey might not mind the lack of variety, and in fact might like it.  I think you were right.  Janey takes enjoyment in simple things, and she loves having her days follow a pretty predictable script.  She is able to handle changes more than some kids with autism, but she likes it if the changes are within the framework of a general sameness.  With that in mine, I decided this week I would follow Janey's lead, let her set a routine and go with it.

Janey set a routine the first day and without me reminding her or prompting her, she requested it be followed for the next three days.  This is how it went....First, she woke up about six.  I snuggled with her a bit, we had some breakfast, she watched a little bit of TV.  Then she said "Go to the ice cream store?", which, as you've probably heard, is the convenience store near us.  We did the routine of getting dressed for the day, and walked to the store.  Janey loves this.  I got coffee and she looked for a long time at the chips and picked a bag, we payed and walked home.  Then she ate the chips outside while I had my coffee.  

Next, we went back inside for a little more videos time.  Then, Janey asked for a shower.  I set it up and she had one---washing her hair or not depending on if she needed it.  I let her take as long a shower as she felt like.  We got dressed again, a little more videos and then Janey asked for a car ride.  I suggested a place, which didn't really matter, as she wanted simply to be in the car.  We drove, got out wherever I had said, Janey put up with wherever we were for about five minutes, then asked to go home.  

The huge hug when Daddy gets home

When we got home, Janey screamed because the car ride was over.  That's where the routine still was routine, but not a very fun one.  For the rest of the day, until Tony came home early about 2 (he went into work very early so he could come home early), the routine was to scream and ask for Daddy.  As early as I could do it without it being too long, we went outside to wait for Daddy.  When he got home, Janey acted like she was seeing a returning soldier after many long years.  The smiles and hugs were incredible.  Then they went for the kind of car ride she really likes, long and without destination.

By last night, I was in a mood and a half, and I realized something.  As much as I want to be the perfect autism mother, as much as I feel like my own wants shouldn't matter, they do.  And I was bored, frustrated, hurt, tired.  

The ride yesterday was the last straw.  For the ride, I said we could go to Panda Express.  None of us but Janey like this fast food Chinese food, but she loves it.  However, I didn't realize that she had a routine in mind.  There was a line when we got there, as it was lunchtime.  I don't think Janey had ever experienced a line there before (it's not the most popular place, and is right next to a Five Guys and a Chipotle that get most of the customers) and she started freaking out and pushing people.  I got her to wait, we got our food, we sat down and she quickly ate the beef dish she likes, in about three minutes, and she was ready to go.  I had barely had a bite.  She grabbed the tray and wanted to throw it out.  She was rapidly becoming frantic and hysterical.  I gulped down a few bites on the way to the trash and threw out the rest, as the few other customers stared.

Then, Janey wanted to go in the Chipotle.  I realized that probably every other time she'd gone to Panda Express, it was because the boys wanted Chipotle, and Tony took her to Panda Express instead.  Then, they came over to see us at the Chipotle.  The fact that the boys are away at college and Tony was at work didn't matter.  We were supposed to go in the Chipotle and see them.  I got her into the car, screaming and highly upset, and she spent the rest of the afternoon highly angry.

When Tony got home, I started ranting.  I had done everything I could for four days to make it a week that would work for Janey.  Although I fully understand that she has a need for routine, although I know as well as anyone can that she is easily triggered by changes, I was just tired of it.  I was tired of trying so hard to keep her happy.  I was tired of dealing day and night with screaming.  I was tired of....well, all of it.  

And that's the thing of it.  All of us autism mothers and fathers are human beings.  We do our solid best.  But sometimes, it gets to us.  And that is where it gets hard.  Because what do I do?  There is no break from this.  There is no end to it.  There is no day that Janey's needs won't be overwhelming.  This is my life.

Last week I talked about the lack of programs or activities for those like Janey, with high needs autism.  The truth is, Janey doesn't much want outside activities, I don't think.  I do.  I want the break they would give me.  But the few activities that do exist---classes and therapies and so on---require I be there with her.  And that is just harder than no activity at all, and not worth it for something that in my heart I know she doesn't really enjoy anyway.  It's me that needs variety, and a break, not Janey.  

I got over my rant last night.  I am lucky in so many ways, and one of the top pieces of luck is one heck of a wonderful husband, who is taking over with Janey today.  But I keep being struck by that one thought---parents of kids like Janey are people too.  Sometimes it seems like we are supposed to not be. But we are, and sometimes, we are overwhelmed.

The tension of a guard never fully let down

The last few weeks, I've been very tense.  It's strange, because, as I've written recently, Janey has overall been fairly calm.  She's had an increase in crying the last few days (jinxes are real, as all Red Sox fans know!), but my tension predated that behavior spike.  As I lie awake at night lately, I think "Why in the world are you so tense?  Why can't you relax?"  Last night, I answered myself.  I said "Think about the last eight years of your life"

In the last eight years---well.  Janey had her horrible regression and was diagnosed with autism.  We had countless days of all-day crying and screaming, many nights with no sleep at all.  The school our children had been attending for many years and the school I thought Janey would go to until age 22 decided they could no longer handle her level of disability.  After about six months at her new school, she went into a crisis and wound up first boarding at Children's Hospital for six unbearable days and then spending three weeks in a psychiatric hospital.  Then, the next year, after three days of increasingly severe symptoms, she was diagnosed with a burst appendix, had emergency surgery and then weeks and weeks in the hospital with complications.  Last January, a bad flu and pneumonia landed her back in the hospital for a few days.  Top that all with life's regular stresses---two sons in college, financial challenges, the everyday this and that and the other thing....well, let's say that if I wasn't tense and stressed, it would probably mean I hadn't been paying attention.

But why can't I relax on days when everything seems fine?  It's because my guard is never, ever fully down.  A day that seems just fine can turn on a dime.  I can get a call from school that Janey is sick, or having a behavioral crisis.  Janey can come home screaming and biting.  We can have one of our occasional sleepless nights.  Janey can get a fever, not be able to tell us why and end up suddenly critically ill.  We can have a day where she is as sunny as she can be suddenly turn, for reasons we don't understand, and just like that we are dealing with a level of chaos some people might not see in a lifetime.

Stress in parents like ourselves is something that is very hard to understand unless you've lived it.  It's the reason sometimes it might seem like we overact to small things.  It's the reason we are not always quick to be excited about what seems like good news.  It's the reason we are often not ready to try new things, go new places, take any risks.  It's the reason some days I have the near overwhelming urge to get into the car and drive---drive far away, away from my life.  I can't and won't ever do that, but if I did, the thing of it is that I am sure the stress would follow me.  If Janey someday lives away from home, I know from hearing about others with autistic kids living away from home that you still can't ever relax.  Things can fall apart fast, wherever your child is.

And so---what can we do?  We can be easy on ourselves.  We can accept that stress, tension, worry, all those, are always going to be part of our lives.  We can treat ourselves when we can to life's little pleasures, without an ounce of guilt.  We can drink our coffee, play our games of Scrabble, watch our mindless TV, read our escapist books.  We can call friends and laugh like crazy over the phone.  We can let sleeping dogs lie, let our child watch that video for the 100th time while we sit and do nothing.  We can stop thinking, pretending and having to present an image that our lives are more in control than they are.  We can accept that we have in some ways been dealt a challenging card, and admitting that doesn't mean we don't love our kids, that we aren't good parents.  We can support each other.  And we can keep on going.  That last one isn't a choice, but some days, it's all we can really do.

Thinking about my sons

My boys are home from college.  I guess it would be more accurate to say my men are home from college, as they are both really adults now, but they will always be my boys.

They both aren't working this week, and Janey is in school still, so I'm getting a rare treat, time with them both, without schoolwork looming over them.  It's great.  But it's also making me think a lot about how Janey has affected them.

In some ways, because they are both so much older than Janey (7 and 10 years older), it hasn't been the typical situation for siblings for a child with autism.  I can't even quite wrap my mind around how it would have been if they all were close in age, although I know many of you have that setup.  Because they are older, I'd say it's been easier on us as parents, but maybe, perhaps, actually tougher on them as siblings.

From the time Janey's tough behaviors really started, when she was around 3, in many ways, the boys have been on their own.  Of course, not totally, but so often, we were simply not able to do things as parents for them that most parents would do.  We missed school events, we were unable to help much with homework, we couldn't go on family vacations or eat out or actually do very much as a whole family at all.  We used a lot of "divide and conquer".  One of us would care for Janey, the other would go to the play or do the drive to a friend's house or sneak out for a birthday meal.  The boys almost never got both of us at once.

Way too often, I read cheery, almost flip accounts of how having an autistic siblings helps kids.  They are supposedly more compassionate, more caring, somehow bettered.  That might very well be the case.  I am very, very proud of my boys.  They are fine young men.  But I don't think this is because of Janey's autism.  That doesn't seem like a fair burden to put on either Janey or the boys---that somehow she made them better.

I think the truth is that they missed out on a lot.  I think about the time of Freddy's graduation from high school, last year.  That was an exceptional time, due to Janey's long hospital stay, but only I was able to attend his graduation.  Neither of us saw him off to his senior prom.  We weren't there for just the general excitement that goes along with the end of senior year.  I can't sugarcoat that.  He missed out.

Both boys have learned to be independent.  They probably had more freedom and less parental involvement (or interference) than most kids their age.  We certainly weren't able to be helicopter parents.  Although that might be a positive, it wasn't a choice.  It wasn't a parenting style.  It was just reality---how it had to be.

I can't even begin to count how many times there were that the boys wanted to do something, like watch a TV show as a family, but Janey had a meltdown and we wound up not being able to.  I think too often, we just expected the boys to understand that her needs had to come first.  I feel guilty about this, although I don't honestly think there was a way we could have handled it differently.  If we tried, as we did a few times, to power through Janey's outbursts and screaming and keep to our plans, it wasn't enjoyable, and the boys usually were the ones to call it, to give up.  I can't sugarcoat that.  I do know that as kids get into their teens, hanging out with parents is not always the top fun on their lists, but I wish we'd had more chances to give it a try.

This is a pretty downbeat post, but it's an honest one. I can honestly say, though, that the boys love Janey and she loves them.  We're a family.  Having a sibling with autism is a fact of the boys' lives, and always will be.  She's not a character builder, or a barrier to overcome, or a inspirational story to tell.  She's their sister, and all three of my children are amazing people. I'm pretty lucky that way.

On loving the real Janey, not the potential or perfect Janey

For a week or so now, I've been feeling frustrated and upset by a lot of what I see out there in the world of the internet about autism.  I haven't been able to quite put my finger on what has been bothering me until now.

This article somehow cleared my mental clutter a bit and allowed me to put voice (internally and hopefully now to you!) to what I've been troubled by.  It's been a combination of themes that have upset me.  These themes, on their own, are well-meant and progressive, but they combined to send a message about severe autism, low-functioning autism, non-or-low verbal autism, whatever you want to call it (and having to be careful what you call it is another issue).  The message they send is "People with severe autism are not valuable or worth helping just the way they are"

One thing that is said a lot about Janey's type of autism is "Assume competence".  There's a lot I like about that idea, but I realize now there's also a lot about it that can lead to the message above being sent.  Janey isn't a valuable person because of something we have to assume, something that might or might not exist in her.  She's not valuable because she might understand more than she lets on, she might be reading without me knowing it, she might be a musical genius in disguise, she might have a higher IQ than she can show by testing.  She's valuable EXACTLY HOW SHE IS AND APPEARS.  She is valuable even if she never, ever progresses beyond where she is right now.  She's valuable without having to assume anything.

Another trend I see here and there lately is that of never saying anything that isn't positive about parenting autistic kids.  There's sometimes an implication included that if you don't speak only of the wonder and joy of raising your child with autism, you are lacking as a parent, you don't love them, or, at the very least, you are leaving a trail that they might someday read and feel upset about.  Well, I'm here to say that anyone who never has found anything negative about parenting ANY child is at the very least kind of clueless, and at the very most kind of, well, lying.  I love all three of my kids with an intensity that almost scares me.  But there were moments in parenting all three of them that were horrible.  There were scary moments, frustrating moments, moments I felt angry, moments I felt in despair.  In setting aside kids with autism as somehow being different than that, somehow being incapable of provoking any feelings but pride and wonder and joy---that seems to me to be again saying they are only valuable as some kind of fairy tale innocent, some kind of otherworldly being.  Janey is valuable for who she is, exactly how she really is.  I don't have to be careful with every word not to break a bubble of illusion around her, because I love the real Janey.

In so many areas, the thoughts and beliefs of a culture change like a slow-swinging pendulum.  In the past, a child like Janey would be seen as a tragedy, someone to "put away" as to not ruin the lives of the parents and siblings.  I am so thankful that is not the thinking now.  But we have swung to the other end of the line, where Janey and children like her are full of amazing potential and a glowing beacon of perfection in a fallen world.  That leaves parents like us, parents terrified about the future, living a life that is hugely full of stress, getting by from day to day, left feeling like we are somehow at fault, somehow seen as not accepting or loving our children enough.  In my eyes, being honest about children like Janey, the good, the bad, the wonderful, the terrifyingly tough---to me anyway, that is love.  That is love of a real child, not a symbol or a potential or a myth.  I love Janey.  I love my low-functioning, severely autistic child.  I love her, the actual her, the truth of her.  And I know there are many, many other parents like me, and many, many other children like Janey.  I am going to try to keep being brave enough and honest enough to honor Janey by telling the story she can't---the story of a little girl, who, like every child in the world, deserves love exactly how she is.

When your child bites---Unhelpful Internet Autism Advice

I don't look to the internet for advice on autism much anymore.  I've realized that even within the umbrella of ASD (autism spectrum disorders), Janey has aspects of her personality that are a bit unusual, and that even if she didn't, that old saying about if you've met one kid with autism, you've met one kid with autism holds very true.  It's hard for anyone to give advice about any specific autistic child.  That doesn't, however, keep people from trying.

I was imagining if I had a fairly newly diagnosed child and a problem to solve, and if I sat down at the computer to look for help.  Let's say, for example, I wanted some advice on how to deal with my child biting me.  I did a search this morning looking to see what I could find.  I realized that the three major pieces of advice I kept finding over and over each made me sort of mad, in different ways, in what they assumed about my hypothetical child or about me as a parent.  Why, you ask?  Well, here they are, with my reactions.

"Figure out what prompts the biting"

There's all kinds of variants of this.  I am not saying you shouldn't of course try to figure out what prompts the biting, or in the words ABA therapy uses a lot, what the antecedent is.  I'm just saying that almost any parent in the world would have already done that automatically.  I don't think most of us would be thinking "I'll just view this biting incident in pure isolation.  I won't think a bit about what led up to it".  OF COURSE we have already tried to figure out the prompt.  Sometimes, it's very apparent.  You told your kid no to more cookies and they bit you?  You tried to dress you child and they chomped on your hand?  In those cases, knowing the cause does little good.  What do you do---just give them cookies any time they ask?  Explain to them why they can't have more cookies?  Give them carrots instead of cookies?  Maybe you have a child where those solutions would work, but if you do, you probably don't have an autistic child or a child that bites.

If the cause of the biting isn't readily apparent, and you have to search for it, chances are it's not really the cause.  Kids with autism, as a rule, aren't subtle.  They aren't biting in response to some obscure stimuli.  Often, the sad truth probably is that they are biting because they are upset over something that can't be changed at all, or they are biting for no reason that is external.  In either of these cases, figuring out the cause does nothing.

As parents, we are pretty clued into our kids, and this piece of advice has always bothered me because it assumes parents are clueless.  If the cause is something we can figure out and we are able to change, WE ALREADY HAVE.  If your child hates the sound of the vacuum, you vacuum when they aren't around.  You have already figured that out.  That is not what is causing the biting.

"Give the child something else to bite.  Use a sensory diet"

Oh, wow.  That never once would occur to me.  If my child has just bitten me, all I really need to do is give them a bite toy!  That will fix things!  Oh, there's this stuff called "chewelry" they can bite instead?  You've fixed it all for me!

This one insults the child with autism.  I don't think any child is biting a parent or anyone else because they have nothing else to bite.  There are many, many, many things around a room that can be bitten.  If it's YOU who the child chooses to bite, that's not because you are just handy.  A bite toy or chewelry MIGHT work if your child is chewing their sleeves, or pencils, or something like that, but if they are biting aggressively, it's not really about wanting to bite in gneeral.

Sensory diet.  How I hate that term.  Here's what is meant by that, if you don't know.  It's not that I don't think that parts of what the "diet" consists of aren't helpful things for a child with autism, or for any child or adult.  It's the term I hate.  It smacks of the kind of 5 dollar word used by smug professionals to justify their pay.  I'm being nasty there, and I hope I am not insulting anyone who has used that term.  But use it internally.  When you say it to a parent with autism, you are making them feel like you know some special secret way to help their child.

"React calmly to the biting"

Now here's where the "autism parent as superhero" myth comes in.  Imagine someone has just bitten your hand.  Hard.  Hard enough to leave marks, to maybe even break the skin.  Hard enough that you had to pry their mouth off you.  Hard enough to hurt very, very badly.  Would you react calmly?  Would you say in a calm, steady voice "No biting", without any exclamation point?

Maybe other people can react calmly to severe unexpected pain, but I can't.  When Janey bites me, I yell.  I yell because it hurts.  I yell because I can't help yelling if I am in terrible pain.  I yell because I am angry she bit me.  Yes, I'll admit that.  When Janey bites me, it makes me angry.  And I don't think it's wrong that she sees that.

If by "react calmly", the experts are saying not to hit your child or bite them back, by all means, they should say so.  You SHOULD NOT hit your child or bite them back.  But you already knew that, and didn't need to be told, I would guess.  But staying calm?  We are not superheroes.  No matter how many times you are bitten, if you are really bitten, you scream.  And I think it's probably a good thing for a child to see that biting hurts.  They have to live in the real world, and they will, their whole lives.  People are going to react to being bitten.  And you are a person.


So, after I've dissed all this advice, do I have any to offer in its place?  Not really.  And that is what I wish was admitted more often.  If your child is biting you, and you are a parent with enough sense to come in out of the rain, you have probably already done all you can do to understand, react to and if possible, prevent the biting.  The biting that still occurs is part of the autism.  It may come and go.  It might get better when things are better overall.  It might get worse at times.  But the truth is if your child sometimes bites, they are probably going to keep on sometimes biting.  Protect yourself.  If they are agitated, try not to get in a position where they can bite you.  If they do bite you, get away from them so they don't bite you again.  Put ice on it.  That helps.  And if you yell at them "NO BITING!  YOU HURT ME!"---well, it probably won't do any good, but it's an honest reaction and might not be a bad thing for them to hear.

A Parenting Book for One

One of the huge frustrations of having a child like Janey is that any mainstream advice books for parenting absolutely don't work.  They don't cover kids like Janey.  They give advice that assumes a child can talk at a age-appropriate level and can understand basic cause and effect.  They assume a child is motivated by praise, and that a child's actions have external stimuli.  They don't cover outbursts that become so extreme a child ends up in the emergency room, restrained by many people.  They don't deal with screaming with absolutely no reasonable cause that lasts for hours or days.

I've realized over the years that I need to write my own parenting book, one that covers one child only, Janey.  I've written it in my head.  But I'm going to gradually post it here, bit by bit.  I do this because perhaps some parts of it will also apply to other children a bit like Janey.  But I caution---much of it won't.  Take what you can use, but each of you with a challenging child will also eventually write your own personal parenting book.

Today's chapter---how to calm Janey down when she has an outburst.  I should say, how to MAYBE calm Janey down, as very often, you simply can't.  But a few things sometimes work.  I'll list them in order of what will work for a milder outburst up to what we use in extreme situations.

1.  Food..  Often, when she's upset, she's hungry.  She doesn't seem to make this connection.  And her hunger, like so much of her, seems sometimes out of the blue.  She can have eaten a lot already, and still be very hungry.  We have learned to quickly get some food into her if she is starting to escalate.

2.  A shower.  Janey has taught us this one herself.  The most common thing she asks for when upset is a shower.  The warm water streaming down seems to calm her immensely.  We let her stay in the shower as long as she wants.  I sit in the bathroom with her and read.  The one has the added benefit of getting her away from the rest of the family, so they can have a little break.

3.  Turning everything off.  If Janey watching TV, or if music is playing anyplace, we turn it off.  We often have to unplug the TV so Janey doesn't turn it back on.  We stop talking much, we turn off lights, we make the surroundings as quiet and calm as possible, to avoid any external triggers.

4.  Covering Janey with blankets.  If I can, I get Janey on the bed and cover her up.  Like many kids with autism, the pressure of the blankets seems to help a good deal.

5.  Repetitive soothing touch and sound.  I will often massage Janey's feet with lotion.  While doing this, I'll sing a song, something mellow and quiet, over and over.  Sometimes it's just a made-up song, like "Massage, massage, massage Janey's feet..."

6.  Backing away.  If Janey is still upset after all this, I've learned lately I need to just get out of her way.  I don't want to be hit or bitten or have my hair pulled, for several reasons.  One is of course that I don't like being hurt, but also, if I am hurt, I naturally react in a way that escalates the whole situation.  So sometimes, I just walk away, and let Janey rage.  If she follows me, I keep moving.

7.  Nothing.  When Janey is truly agitated, nothing helps.  Nothing at all.  All that can be done is to wait it out, sometimes until she falls asleep.  Doing anything at all makes things worse.  So sometimes, we just stand back and do whatever we can do with screaming and flailing going on the background.  This is the hardest one for me to do.  I want to help Janey, but sometimes, there is no help.  She needs to just get through the episode on her own.  Of course, we step in to keep her safe when necessary, but otherwise, we just wait for the storm to pass.

As you might guess, it's been a long morning here.  I have used all these techniques and am now, in writing this, on step 7.  It seems to be working a bit.  Janey is watching nursery rhyme videos on YouTube, no longer screaming or hitting me.  Merry Christmas Eve Eve.

20 years of motherhood

Twenty years ago today, I became a mother.  I did so in dramatic fashion, with my son William entering the world two months early by emergency C-section after my pre-eclampsia had reached life-threatening levels, both for him and for me.  He weighed three and a half pounds, and I spent the first day after his birth in intensive care, with a dialysis machine on ready if my kidneys didn't start doing their job.  Luckily, they did, and luckily, William was out of the hospital in 3 weeks.  Today, we were with him at the moment he officially turned 20.  He is tall, smart and fun to be with, a sophomore in college.  But 20 years ago, we couldn't see the future, and we were terrified.

I think this start to motherhood affected me deeply.  From the very first minute of being a parent, I was taught that things don't always go as planned.  I never had even a minute of parenthood that wasn't coupled with that knowledge.  As William grew, and as his brother Freddy was born, I always felt a little on the edge of a cliff.  I never quite let my guard down.  When scary things happened, like both boys having asthma that at times led to rushed trips to emergency rooms, when Freddy screamed for the first three months of his life with colic, when we dealt with the ins and outs of parenting, I often felt surprised at how well most things did go.  My boys grew into themselves, discovered passionate interests, made us laugh with their insights and humor---I realized I loved being a mother, even if I was often holding my breath, waiting for what might come next.

And then came Janey.  And I realized that things don't always happen in an instant.  They sometimes happen slowly.  They take unexpected routes.  Our main worry about Janey for her first three years was her delayed physical development.  She finally walked after her second birthday.  She was talking quite a bit by then--in slightly odd ways, but well enough so that even though she was closely followed by Early Intervention for her physical delays, there was never even a suggestion of speech therapy.  It was when she was about 2 months shy of 3 years that I first had an inkling, a creepy feeling that something was changing.  Over the next six months, a little each day, she lost ground.  By the time she was diagnosed, at 3 years, 4 months, I was prepared.  I had had those 6 months to realize what was happening.  By that point, there was really no question.  She barely spoke, her eye contact was almost gone, she stared at her hands for long periods of time, she cried suddenly and fiercely over things none of the rest of us could figure out.

Her diagnosis didn't feel like a surprise.  I think I had been braced for something like that from the moment I became a mother.  The fact that she has progressed very little over the years, that she is most definitely on the lower end of the spectrum, that although she delights us every day, strangers on the street can and do see her autism at a glance---it somehow feels like something I saw coming that day 20 years ago.

Despite that, or maybe even because of it, being a mother is still the most wonderful part of my life.  Every day, my kids delight me and surprise me.  Every day, they amaze me.  When I think that I am the mother of three children, that I have raised three unique, fascinating, extremely cool kids---well, I sometimes still feel like I did 20 years ago---amazed and stunned that it has all happened.  Motherhood doesn't come with any promises.  It doesn't come with any sure paths, with any guarantees.  But it comes with rewards, so many rewards, and hugging my 20 year old son tonight while my other son and my daughter laughed and watched---that was one of the best ones.

Trick or Treat or Not?

Halloween was my favorite day of the year growing up.  It seemed just plain magical.  You dressed up, went to people's houses, knocked on the door and they gave you candy.  What holiday in the world could be better than that?  Since we lived in the country, people got around to trick or treat by having parents drive them.  I used to think that the only thing in the world that could make Halloween better is to live in a place with LOTS of houses close by, so you could by walking get to TONS of houses and get tons of candy.  Bringing up my boys in a suburb-like part of Boston, that came true.  I loved every Halloween when they were little enough to go out----here's a picture of them looking extra scary one year!

However, with Janey, it was never as straightforward.  She went out with the boys once she was old enough, and I think I can remember her enjoying it when she was 2---excitedly saying "Treat or treat!" to people but not getting the candy part, which was cute.  But then she regressed, and although we still took her out with the boys for a few years, she was not really interested.  She often wound up in the stroller just observing.  Once the boys were big enough to go out with friends instead of us, I would try taking her to a few houses, and usually, she would pretty quickly balk and cry.  Last year, I took her to just one house, and she was not at all happy with that.  And so, this year, I'm not going to try.

I have to admit that it's hard for me to give up on Halloween with her.  It's hard to admit that she really has no idea what it's all about, that she doesn't enjoy it, that trying to get her to participate is much more for me than her.  She doesn't like to dress up, she is scared walking around in the dark, she isn't hugely motivated by candy unless it's just the kind she wants, and she hasn't got the ability to anticipate the fun, which I think is what makes holidays the most exciting as a child.  I remember counting down the days till Halloween every day of October, and when the day actually arrived, it would just seem incredible that it was there.  I'd daydream and daydream about the candy, about trading with my sister, about the way that bag full of treats smelled.  Janey isn't able to do that, I don't think.  She isn't going to feel left out not going out.  So why is it so hard for me?

I think as parents, we feel somehow like we should be completely altruistic.  We like to think we do things like helping Santa or buying birthday presents or making up Easter baskets to make our kids happy.  And we are right, but we also do it because it's fun, because it's a way to step outside everyday life, because we want to relive our childhood a little.  I don't think we are wrong to do things for our own joy some.  Not at all wrong.  That is part of what makes parenting a child with autism a challenge.  Some of the built-in joys of parenting aren't automatically there.  There are other joys, to be sure.  There are alternate joys, and they are real and wonderful.  But I will admit---I wish tonight I was dressing up Janey in a costume.  I wish she had woken up thrilled that the day was finally here.  I wish she was going to be fighting to keep on going to another street, even when she could barely hold all her candy.  I wish we were going to be negotiating over how much she could eat before bed.  I wish all that, and I will admit it.  I wish it for me, selfishly.  I wish it for Janey, as it's a joy she won't get to have.  I am struggling now to think of a way to close that is upbeat, and at the same time saying to myself "Get over it!  It's a minor issue in the larger scheme of things!"  So I'll let that voice of reason close for me.  Happy Halloween.

The TV Standoff

About a month ago, Janey started turning off the TV any time something was on that she didn't want to see any more.  This would be fine, but she then turns it back on, turns it off, turns it on, all in rapid succession.  This isn't great for the TV, and is also pretty annoying, and it doesn't make her happy either---it sends her into a fury.  So we made a rule.  If the TV gets turned off, we unplug it.  No more TV for a while.  We are very consistent about it, and very firm.  So...you'd think that the problem would be quickly solved.  You'd think wrong.

Janey likes TV and videos a lot, sort of.  It's more like a love/hate relationship.  She likes certain shows VERY much, like Kipper.  However, after watching any show much, there are certain parts she likes and certain parts that scare her, or just bug her.  She used to get to those parts, and then ask us to watch something else, but I guess the turning off of the TV was a more direct way to handle the problem.  So we made our stand.  Basically, all it has done is stopped any TV  watching from happening.  If the TV is on, Janey pretty much immediately turns it off, we unplug it, she screams, and then eventually stops asking for it for a bit, then asks again, and after it's been a while, like two or three hours, we go over the rules again, put something else on, and she turns it right off.

I've always wanted to be the kind of mother with kids that just don't watch TV, but over the years, I've realized that I really don't care that much.  I think kids self-regulate, as long as you don't let it be all there is to do.  William watched a ton of TV when he was younger.  As he got older, homework and guitar took over his life, and he watched very little.  When he did, it was a history show.  Freddy never watched much TV.  He and I get into a few shows together---we were big Breaking Bad fans--and we love watching them, but TV was never his thing.  Janey liked TV more from the start.  I think a lot of kids with autism do, and I think they learn a lot from it, especially videos, which are always the same and which can teach in a way she relates to.  She isn't TV obsessed, but to be honest, there isn't a lot else that she enjoys as an indoor activity. She doesn't like to be read to, she doesn't know how to draw, she has next to no interest in toys.  We listen to and sing a lot of music, and I try very hard to engage her in other things, but TV has always been a big part of her life, and I've come to the point where I don't feel like I have to apologize for that.

And now, if we keep standing our ground on the TV turning off, there isn't any more TV.  Even if we don't, the TV is going to break from constant off and on, and we aren't in a great position right now to get a new one.  What do we do?  This reminds me of the taking clothes off outdoors standoff.  Janey can't take off her clothes outside---we are firm on that.  If she does, we bring her straight inside, which she hates.  She loves being outside.  But for a while this summer, she constantly took off her clothes almost the minute she got outside.  I don't think she really got it.  But we couldn't really compromise.  I think it was more that she got out of the habit finally than she accepted the limit, as she still occasionally does take off her clothes, and we go inside.

These stand-offs are another example of how "normal" parenting techniques just don't work with Janey, much of the time.  She doesn't really seem to get consequences. She has no desire to please us.  She isn't very good at thinking out how her actions will play out.  And so, although she very much wants her Kipper or Sing-A-Longs or Yo Gabba Gabba or whatever, she can't seem to figure out what she needs to do to still be able to watch them, just as she doesn't seem to get why taking off her clothes leads to an end of outside time.  Common sense would say that if we stand firm long enough, it will work, but common sense is not always right.  Even I am starting to miss Kipper the Dog.

You catch more flies...

You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.  That's a phrase I heard often from my mother, and it's a true one, one I try to keep in mind.  Sometimes, with Janey, it can seem like it just doesn't work.  Nothing seems to work---honey, vinegar, being patient, being strict, being anything.  But I was in despair over the seat belt situation, and decided to try some honey therapy.

I thought about what has worked in the past to keep Janey happy in the car.  The unbuckling mostly seems to happen when Janey is upset or restless, and wants something I can't get her while driving or in the car at all.  It follow that if I keep her happy and occupied, she will be more likely to stay in her belt.  So I downloaded a whole bunch of versions of her new favorite song "Turn Your Radio On"  I wish there were more versions even of it out there, but I found 7 or so.  Then I stocked up on her favorite car snacks---Pringles.  I decided that during the drive, we'd keep her music playing and her snacks flowing.  I did that for the last few rides---success!  Janey was happy and content, and no seat belt taking off!  I praised her heavily after each ride, which usually doesn't seem to affect her either way, but in this case, maybe because I had been SO loud and angry about the unbuckling, seems to make her very happy and proud.

I don't pretend the problem is solved, but my point here kind of is that once again, I had to learn the lesson that Janey is not typical, and that I can't always follow typical kid rules with her.  You would really think I'd know that by now.  But I was feeling angry and upset over the seat belt, and I didn't feel like "rewarding" her for bad behavior.  What I wasn't keeping in mind is Janey doesn't think that way.  She doesn't do things to please me, and as a converse, she doesn't do things to make me angry.  She doesn't manipulate, or at least not in that complex a way, I don't think.  She certainly wasn't thinking "I'll be bad with my seatbelt for a few days, so I can get Mama to do anything to keep me happy, and then I'll score some good tunes and snacks" She isn't thinking that way.  I have to, at this point, do what works, without worrying about whether it's Parents Magazine approved, because Janey isn't Parents Magazine approved.  She doesn't follow the rules, so I am sometimes forced not to, either.  I need to be able to drive without fear, and so I will do what it takes.

And in case this way doesn't keep working, I have to thank my great friends, Michelle and Julie, both of whom are sending me different kinds of seat belt locks and harnesses!  I am the luckiest person on earth when it comes to friends, I truly think.  I am humming some Beatles in my head, getting by with a little help from my friends.  It seems appropriate.  At times when I am just plain overwhelmed, when I can't even think straight from stress, my friends have always helped me get by.

So, I'm preparing for today's drive.  We'll listen to some old time gospel and eat ourselves silly on unsuitable snacks, and we'll get by.

When is autism going to make me tough?

I would like to get tough.  By tough, I don't mean mean, or angry, or physically strong.  I mean tough mentally, in that what people say to me won't bother me, in that I can not be moved to tears myself by Janey's crying, in that I can stand up for Janey always, to anyone.  If it's true what the cliche says, and that you are given "special" kids because you are especially strong, well, as I've said before, a mistake was made.  I am not strong.

What would a strong, tough mother do when, as I wrote about last time, someone cursed out my child in a grocery store?  What would a tough mother do if, as happened when Janey was younger, she was promised a full day seat in preschool and another, tougher family got it instead?  What would the kind of mother I wish I could be do when Janey has been screaming for hours demanding something?  That tough mother would have confronted that woman and educated her on autism and politeness.  She would have gone to the superintendent or higher demanding Janey get the full day placement she deserved.  She would steel herself against Janey's crying, and absolutely never go out in the middle of the night to get her strawberry milk to make her stop crying.

I'm not doing opposite talk her---trying to say that being tough isn't really the right approach.  In those cases above, it is.  Being tough is what I should be.  But I can't.  I'm no good at it.  I heard the phrase as a kid "You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar" and I've run with it my whole life.  I am not confrontational.  I am no good at being strong-willed.  I want to keep everyone happy.

Autism parenting is supposed to change that.  I've read about that happening in countless books and articles. People who never thought they had it in them are marching into schools or politician's offices or public rallies and speaking up, because their child has given them the strength to do it.  And they are making firm decisions about raising their child---no more videos!  no more middle of the demands!  no more giving in!---and no matter how much their child cries or hits themselves or seems to be falling apart, they KNOW they are right. They stick by what they have decided, and everyone is better for it.

What do I do?  I accept the half day placement.  I walk away from the nasty woman and go to the car and cry.  I don't make any demands.  I tell Janey no to videos, no to strawberry milk, no to her 3rd bath of the day, and when she cries long enough, and looks frantic and sad, I give in.  I don't want her to be sad.  I don't want to confront people.  I don't want to demand things.

Somewhere along the line, a cosmic mistake has been made.  I'm not the tough mother I should be.  Either there's some tough mother out there waiting in line for her autistic child that was given to me by mistake, or the transformation that was supposed to overtake me once I was given the autistic child was blocked somehow.  I don't think I'm going to get tough at this point.  I mean, if Janey was being attacked by a lion, I'd jump in.  I think I've got enough protective instinct to protect her in cases like that, and in fact a few times I've found I did, when I truly felt she or my boys were wronged.  But it takes a lion attack style happening to bring that out.  I'm not a warrior mother.  I love my kids more than I love life itself, but that has somehow never transformed into what all the autism literature has let me to expect, a huge infusion of tough strength.

Out of the blue rage

Janey had a pretty good day today.  It was the first day of vacation week, and we have been cooped up a bit due to more snow.  Today, she got out a little, just to go to the store with Tony, and we gave her a lot of attention, and she seemed pretty cheerful.  Then, around bedtime, all hell broke loose.

I don't know what set Janey off---I rarely know.  I was knitting and she was right near me, watching some YouTube videos.  Suddenly, she started to scream, and came rushing at me in anger or fury or who knows what.  I held her and tried to calm her down, speaking softly and slowly and trying to comfort her, but it was no use.  Tony was in the bathroom shaving to go to a wake, and lately she has gotten very upset any time Daddy is not around, so I took her in to see him.  Something set her off again there, after her briefly calming down, and she banged her head against my cheek bone over and over and over as I tried to move her away.  She was screaming a loud and intense scream.  Tony picked her up and tried hard also to calm her down, but nothing was working.  Finally she settled enough so I could get her into bed and lie down next to her.  She was still mad, biting the blankets and pillow and yelling now and then.  I talked quietly and rubbed her back and after maybe 15 minutes, she went to sleep.

I try hard to figure out what brings on these episodes of rage.  They are rarer than the crying, but they happen now and then, and they are scary---scary for her, I am sure, and scary for us.  I think she was tired, and perhaps saw something in the video she was watching that upset her (it was a Baby Einstein video, so it's hard to picture what that could be).  It can be a small thing that sets her off, but then the screaming and rage and our attempts to calm her all feed on themselves and it is like what I've heard about a tornado forming---the rage itself creates the condition for more rage, stronger rage.

Winter is hard for Janey.  She needs time outside.  Vacations are hard too, and snow days, and days with everyone at home.  Being tired is hard for her.  A lot of things are hard for her.  I try hard to understand her. But sometimes, when I'm being smashed in the face, I just wish she would not be that way.  I feel like I'm doing everything I can, and she is not.  That's an unfair thing to think.  She is a child, she is autistic, she has learning challenges, she is not able to understand the world around her or her feelings or how to control them.  But being her mother is tough.  Tougher some days than others, and today is one of those days.

Happy Valentine's Day, autistic parenting style

Tony and I were married just a little over a year after meeting each other.  In that time, we discussed a few things about what we wanted out of our marriage, mostly to do with kids, but even if we had dated for 30 years, I don't think everything that actually has happened with us would come up.  Sometimes, we talk about our first kiss, and if somehow we had been able to see then into the future.  Would one or both of us have bolted?  We didn't see it all coming---the terrifying pregnancies, twice hearing that autism diagnosis, watching  Freddy struggle to breath more than once, caring for Tony's increasingly sick parents, seeing friends and family members die, the money struggles that never quite seem to get better, our own illnesses and conditions---the insulin shots, the thyroid woes, the high blood pressure and asthma and on and on, the days where Janey screamed for hours and hours on end while we helplessly tried to make her feel better, the struggles and cares and worries that married life has brought us.

And yet, I think I'd do it again, and I think Tony would say the same.  Because for all those moments, there have been moments that were better than we ever guessed life would be.  There's the times we all have laughed as a family until we cried.  There's the pride we have felt watching our boys grow up to be more than we ever, ever could have dreamed of.  There's the joy in our beautiful blond daughter, singing a song that fits the moment exactly.  There's the love we still have for each other.  Tony looks better to me today than he did that long ago first kiss day.  He's grown into a man that I think any woman would be lucky to be married to---a wonderful father, a fantastic cook, a caring husband---a terrific man.

Autism tries a marriage to near the breaking point often.  There are days when Janey has been screaming all day and Tony comes home and I lay into him, screaming at him for nothing, because I've held in the screams. There's the times we fight over petty things, when the fights are really pent up frustrations with the limitations autism has put on our lives---the lack of time alone, the lack of relaxed family time, the endless needs of a toddler in a 8 year old's body.  Autism and its trials have not always brought out the best in either of us.  But despite all that, I don't think I could find someone I'd rather go through all of it with.  I hope Tony feels the same way.  We need each other, more than most married couples need each other.  We literally could not do this alone.

I love you, Tony.  Happy Valentine's Day.

Not a good day

Janey is not enjoying this 3rd snow day and 5th day off in a row from school.  She is very much not enjoying it, to the extent she has spent a huge portion of the day screaming at the top of her lungs.  This is despite my decision to put every ounce of energy into engaging her and keeping her happy all day, after yesterday being a bit hellish.  That is not working.  Right now I begged Freddy to take her upstairs to my brother-in-law's apartment for 15 minutes, so I didn't go insane.

I did keep her happy for minutes here and there.  We played a game where she picked if I hugged her, kissed her, or said what I call "nice words" to her, and she had to pick a finger out of three to show me which she wanted.  She caught on right away, and got lots of hugs and nice words.  Later, we did workbooks.  I decided to try just doing the workbooks myself and having her observe, and talking constantly about what I was doing.  It worked much better than trying to get her to do them, and I gave her a marker to hold and at times, she jumped in and did parts of them.  Someone mentioned here about error-free learning, and I haven't researched it yet, but that is what I was thinking of them.  Janey learns so much from videos, and I figure me doing something live might teach her even more.  It kept us sane for a while, anyway.  I'm pretty good at preschool workbooks, if I do say so myself.

Overall, though, it has been a day of screaming.  At one point, she was screaming "I can't take this any more!" which was heartbreaking to hear, although I think it was delayed echolalia she possibly could have heard from me, which is not something I felt proud of.  But there does come a point of just not being able to take it.  Thankfully, I have Tony and I have the boys.  And usually, I have school. Or I can take her someplace, which is not even very possible now with snowbanks covering even a lot of parking lots.

I feel like a failure after a day like today.  I think about some of the blogs I read where mothers seem to have eternal patience with their autistic kids, and whose kids seem endearingly quirky instead of completely impossible to understand and comfort.  Of course, Janey isn't always that way, but it's always a minute away from being that way.  I wish I could video the screaming, but I worry that if anyone saw it, they would think I was a highly unsuitable mother for taping her instead of somehow helping her, and they would not realize I'd spent the last many hours trying desperately to get her happy, and that nothing I can do makes a bit of difference, and that I'd literally do anything that would make her happier, if I knew what it was.

My 15 minutes are probably almost over.  Tomorrow will be better.

The storm and the screaming

We are in the middle of what the weather people keep reminding us is an historic storm here in the Boston area.  I was skeptical, but yes indeed, it's pretty bad looking out there, and they keep saying it's going to get a lot worse.  Driving has been banned, and it's a little cool looking at the major road we live on almost empty---like a tiny taste of living on a back road for just tonight.  I'm able to enjoy the view and the storm because Tony made it home.  He was away all week, and had to fly back into Boston today, which was a very, very iffy proposition.  He got an earlier flight than he planned, and made it home around 1 pm.  I was thrilled to see him.  Janey didn't have an extra bad week, but being a single parent even for a week of the three kids---it's more than I can do.  Or I shouldn't say that, because if I had to do it, I'd do it.  I'm being just like the "I don't know how you do it" people.  But I'm glad I don't have to do it.  It's very hard.  I don't get a break in the night when she wakes, I don't have some to ask to watch her for a while so I can rest or work, I don't have someone to laugh instead of cry with, I don't have a co-worker in the incredibly tough job that is Janey parenting.

Janey missed Tony.  It's hard to say how she feels, exactly, about him being gone, but I tried to prepare her, and then, throughout the week, remind her as I picked her up at school that he was "gone on an airplane trip, but Daddy will come back"  I made up a few songs, and repeated the basic message as much as I could---Daddy is gone for a while, but he will come back.  Today, when I knew he'd be home in just a few minutes, I told her "Guess who is coming home from their airplane trip?" and she said "Is it Daddy?"  I was thrilled with that.  I haven't heard her ask that kind of question before.

She was very happy to see Daddy, but within a few hours was screaming more than she had for a while.  I'm guessing it's a few things combined.  The weather is weird, and she must see that.  She was excited to the point of overexcited to be with Tony, and that can turn fairly quickly into overwhelmed screaming with her.  She also probably expected them to go out someplace right away, as they often do---an exciting trip to the store or something---and we are banned by law from going anyplace right now!  A little part of it might have had nothing to do with Tony.  She was playing for the first time in a while with the talking robot doll I got her for Christmas, and the doll, Serefina, says "If you're there, SAY SOMETHING!" which she kept repeating.  I asked her if that was scaring her, and told her we could put the doll away, and it might have been coincidence, but that seemed to calm her down.  I don't know if she totally gets that the doll isn't alive, and by coincidence, she's been watching Toy Story lately, which could possible put the idea of living toys in her head.  Who knows?  It's like a complex guessing game or mystery figuring out what is in her head, and one that has no answer key, so I never know for sure if I get it right.

We'll be riding out the storm for a few days here.  I hope we get through it without too much insanity.  I'm very thankful we're all together and warm and have enough food to last us.  Hope anyone else in the path of this winter monster does too!

How autism has made me a worse mother

Somewhere in Internet Land, I read recently a post that talked about how having a child with autism had turned someone into a Supermother.  That set me off on a big thinking marathon.  My first reaction was born of growing up in a time and place where you just didn't say things like that.  Even if you had a thought somewhere in the back of your mind that you might be somehow slightly super, you pushed that away---that kind of self-promotion was just plain wrong!  Then I thought about myself, and thought even if I didn't have that aversion to self-promotion, I would in no way say that autism has made me a super-mother.  I took it a little further, and realized that autism has made me a worse mother than I otherwise would be.  I'm not saying that looking for backwards praise in any way.  I know some people might think just by getting through the days with a low functioning child with autism makes you a better parent.  But I would disagree, and here's some reasons why...

First of all, I'm tired all the time.  Being tired, without any other factors, makes me less effective as a parent, both to Janey and to my boys.  I don't think anyone operates better when they are tired.  I am too tired often to do the kind of things I want to do with my kids---to be creative in helping Janey learn, to work with the boys on projects or homework, to take them interesting places, to volunteer at their schools or to fix them wonderful lunches, or, on the worst days, even to just sit and listen to them.  When I have a moment, I want to sleep, or to do something mindless to relax.  

Then there is the time factor.  So much of the time I have is taken up with the types of parenting tasks that are necessary, but not fun or nurturing---changing pull-ups, cleaning up spills, washing wet clothes, just plain watching Janey to make sure she doesn't run off or put something she shouldn't in her mouth or otherwise hurt herself or others.  Every minute I spend doing that kind of thing takes away a minute I could be reading to her, or discussing ideas with the boys, or watching a movie with them, or just doing the kind of family activities we never do any more.

I'm also not a great mother in terms of even those menial tasks.  I'm not a good housekeeper, because when I have time to be, I'm exhausted, or I choose to steal those moments for something else.  I don't have the mental energy to think up great meals.  I don't always keep up with the laundry like I should.  More times than I would ever want, the boys are left rummaging in the dryer for socks or uniform shirts.  I am in no way a model housewife.

The big issue, though, is that I don't think autism plays to my strengths.  I always think of that inspirational fable about God handing out special needs kids, and picking a very special family to give kids with disabilities to.  If that story was true, I would think there was a mistake made.  I know I have a lot of parenting strengths.  When the boys were little, I don't think there were many kids that were read to more, or talked to more.  I have a huge store of patience for questions and long discussions.  If they ever wanted to talk to me about something that was bothering them, or excited them, I was there for that.  I delighted in their personalities.  I loved watching them grow up, and I still do.  But I wasn't a baby person.  Those early years were tough for me.  I was in a hurry for them to grow bigger, to engage with me mentally.  With Janey, the early years are hugely extended.  I am in some ways still raising a toddler.  I'm stuck being the mother of a child in an early stage.  I love Janey more than life itself.  I have accepted who she is, and I will be the best mother I can to her always.  But I can't lie to myself.  I wish, I wish so very much, we were reading through the Little House books together, or talking for hours about dolls she might want or the social interactions of second grade or even that we were fighting about what clothes she could wear.  I am good at those things.  I love those things.  

And so, autism has not made me a Supermother.  Autism isn't magical.  Life isn't like a kids' book, where if something tough happens, there is always a silver lining.  You don't get automatic compensatory powers in life.  Autism is just autism.  I will always do the best I can, but I won't pretend that it's easy, or that I'm better for it.