The Easter Bunny Hunt---A Story In Pictures

The quest begins.

 Those of you who have read this blog much mostly know we don't give Janey chocolate, because when we do, especially after noon, she doesn't sleep.  At all.  Whether it makes sense or not, it happens, and it's why I don't discount anyone's food issues or theories.  It doesn't seem like just a little chocolate could have that big an effect, but still, it does.  However, we make one exception.  There is nothing on earth Janey likes more than a chocolate bunny.  She often asks for them at random times, like the middle of the night in the middle of the summer.  So, for Easter, she gets a bunny.  We usually get it on Easter day, not to have it around the house ahead of times for her to find and eat at the wrong time.

Empty Rite-Aid bunny rack!

We set out this morning to get her the bunny.  The first place we went was the Rite-Aid.  It's where we get prescriptions, so we are there a lot.  The pharmacist said a big hi to Janey, and she smiled at him.  But...no bunnies!  The Easter area was completely empty of any chocolate rabbits.

Picking out salami

So we moved on, to the grocery store.  Janey and Tony often shop there together.  We picked up a few other things we need before we looked for bunnies.  High on the list, as always, was salami, Janey's hands-down favorite food.  Janey picked out some with Tony in the main salami area, and then ran off to a nearby auxiliary salami area to get another kind she wanted.  After we'd loaded up on salami, we got a few other things, and saw a worker who is always so sweet to Janey, and told her Happy Easter.  She has a grandson with autism, and it's always fun to have her talk to us.

Auxiliary Salami Area

Finally, we went to look for bunnies at the grocery store, but again, no bunnies at all!  It was like there was some huge run on bunnies!   Janey saw some Easter cakes that looked interesting near the cashier, but we resisted them.

No bunnies at the grocery store either!

Some interesting cakes

Salami choosing

 We went to the quickest line, and missed going to the line of a cashier who is yet another Janey fan, but we waved to her, and Janey gave her a smile.  Out by the car, Janey picked which salami to first try. 

We continued our quest at the Walgreens, and there, finally, we hit pay dirt.  We found bunnies!  Janey picked out the one she wanted---not the biggest one, but a smaller sweet little guy.  The cashier there didn't know Janey, but was so sweet to her, talking while realizing she probably wasn't getting a response.  She asked Janey to give her a high five, and Janey did.

The whole quest made me happy.  In our little part of Boston, where Tony has lived all his life, where Janey has lived since birth, we feel included.  Janey is part of the community.  She is valued and treated with kindness and respect.  What more could we ask?  Happy Easter to all of you who celebrate it, Happy Passover to those who celebrate it, and Happy Day to everyone!

Finally, bunnies!

Bunny time!

Through the years we all will be together...

Easter Sunday was quiet at our house.  We don't visit family or friends, we don't go out to dinner.  Janey can't be around younger kids much, due to her aggression at times, travel to far flung loved ones is tough, and eating out...well, it's not worth spending a good deal of money to rush a meal, waiting for the meltdown.  So we stay home.  And truthfully, it's okay.  We are loners a bit.  But this year, both Tony and I were feeling a little emotional about our Easter.  It took us until about halfway through the day to realize it was the first year with neither boy home.  Our family felt small.

Janey was in a good mood all day, though.  We had fun early in the day taking a long ride into the city.  We love early Sunday rides, with little traffic.  Boston is a great city, when you take away the traffic nightmares, and we enjoyed driving through some neighbors, like the Little Italy of Boston, the North End, that we don't often see.  We all had some chocolate (Janey's early in the day, to prevent non-sleep!) from huge chocolate eggs that Uncle Pino gave us, and Tony got some of our favorite Gimbel's jelly beans.  It was a fine day, but I was still feeling low.

We aren't very religious, but I certainly wouldn't mind going to church on Easter.  We haven't found a church, though, that we can go to with Janey.  We want church to be a family thing, like it was with our beloved Hyde Park Congregational Church that shut down when Janey was two.  But there is no way on this earth Janey could be at a service, and there is also no way she could attend Sunday School without someone one on one with her.  So, we don't go to church, and that feels a little funny on Easter too.

Looking at Facebook during the day, I of course saw many pictures of kids at Easter gatherings.  I didn't make up an Easter basket for Janey, because she has never had any interest at all in that (or stockings) and because we would end up eating all the candy she didn't want, or she would end up eating chocolate bunnies and not sleeping for a week.  But I decided I wanted to take pictures of Janey for Easter.  I love taking pictures, especially of Janey.  I got out my iPad and used the Hipstamatic app, which has all kinds of virtual lenses and film that it picks at random each time you take a picture.  I adore it.  I took about a hundred pictures of Janey, to see what got picked and how they came out.

While I was in the middle of taking pictures, suddenly and unexpectedly, Janey began to sing.  She often sings a few lines of songs, but it's rare she sings the whole song, although she knows many by heart.  This time, however, she did.  She sang "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas", the whole song, in her otherworldly high and perfect singing voice.

I try hard on this blog to portray autism honestly.  Autism isn't a series of miracles, a savant hidden in an unexpected place, a innocent showing us all the way.  But in every child's life, including Janey's, there are a few moments that take the breath of parents away.  Janey's singing yesterday was one of them.  As she sang "Through the years, we all will be together, if the fates allow...", I cried.  And held her close.  She had sung the song, that, if not seasonal, most perfectly captured the mood I had been feeling all day.  For that moment, our troubles were indeed far, far away.

Good Friday, an IEP meeting and telling Janey a story

Janey had Good Friday off from school.  We never did, growing up in Maine, and it catches me a little by surprise every year.  

Days like that, single days off that aren't federal holidays so Tony has to work, are hard days with Janey.  This year, though, I realized I was dreading the day less than I had in the past.  It's not that Janey has been in a particularly good mood.  There's been a fair amount of screaming and arm biting lately, for causes unknown.  But I don't feel in despair when this happens as often any more.  I think I finally feel confident that if I work at it, I can calm Janey down, at least for a while.  That's a combination of lots of things, I'm sure---her maturing, the school's hard work, Tony and me gradually becoming Janey-trained---lots of stuff.  Whatever it is, I am glad of it.

The day before Good Friday was Janey's IEP meeting.  I've been to a lot of IEP meetings in my life, more than most people, I'd say.  Every time, I leave feeling grateful for all the people on Janey's team.  They seem to get her, to love her, to truly want her to succeed...they are good people.  

For the first time, though, I'm going to have to probably reject a part of the IEP.  At the start of the meeting, as always, I was asked what my particular concerns about Janey are right now.  I said what's been on my mind lately---that I want a full court press to help Janey communicate, to be able to tell us what is on her mind, particularly in the areas of emotions and health.  I want her to be able to express why she gets so upset, and to tell us if she is in pain.  These are not idle wishes, they are possibly life and death things---thinking about Janey's appendix rupture, and thinking about the levels that Janey's furies and tantrums can reach.  The speech therapist, for various reasons, proposed lowering the amount of speech therapy Janey gets.  No matter how I look at it, I can't see this as a good idea.  She said she felt this would give Janey more time in the classroom to learn functional life skills.  But I feel that we can teach her skills at home much more than we can give her speech therapy at home.  So, I said during the meeting that I will be opposed to the lowering of that service, and everyone was very kind and understanding (and although they can't say so, and didn't say so, I think there was some agreement in the room with my feelings)

Keeping Janey happy on Good Friday, I kept with the theme of trying to help her express herself. After one outburst, as I cuddled Janey to calm her down, I told her a little story---an idea prompted at the meeting by everyone telling me how well Janey responds to being read to (which I wish she did at home!)  I said something like "Once there was a girl named Janey.  Sometimes she got VERY angry and screamed a lot, and bit herself.  Her mama and daddy didn't know why she was so angry, because Janey didn't tell them with words.  Her mama and daddy can't see inside Janey's head.  They don't know what she is thinking.  So when she doesn't say words with her mouth, they don't know what's wrong.  The end"

Janey's reaction was---wow.  I didn't expect it.  She looked at me with a look that said "You don't mean it?  You really can't tell what I am thinking?  You don't know?"  Of course right there, I am saying I DID know what she was thinking, and I don't.  I'm not sure that is what she was thinking.  But the look she gave me was quite something.  It was a look of sudden realization.  I wonder if all these years, Janey just assumed I COULD know what she was thinking and feeling.  I don't expect any miracles from her possible realization that I can't.  But it's a message I'm going to keep sending.

I included the part about words being said by mouth as I think perhaps Janey says words in her head a lot, and doesn't realize they aren't audible to me that way.  Often I'll ask her something, and she looks at me like "why are you asking that?"  To her, what she thinks and what she says out loud might seem the same.

There are areas where I am ready to stop trying.  The OT at the meeting said she isn't really any longer trying to get Janey to write.  They are working instead on stamping her name.  I am okay with that.  Janey has never, ever shown the slightest interest in or skill with using writing utensils.  Her IEP doesn't include any work on learning letters.  That is fine too.  I don't think Janey is going to learn to read, at least not in a traditional way, beyond what I think she can already read.  But speech?  I think, or I hope, that Janey will learn to express herself with more ease.  Perhaps I'm wrong.  Janey's speech comes and goes, but in reality, she has never gotten back to her two year old talking level.  But I have to hold onto that hope, and try very hard to figure out how to help Janey tell us what we need to know.

Happy Easter to all of you who celebrate it!

Gearing up for Easter candy

For some reason, Easter seems to be Janey's favorite holiday. It's funny because I do very little for it---the Easter Bunny doesn't visit, we no longer go to church, I don't make much of a deal of it at all. The real draw for her is the chocolate bunnies. They are showing up in stores around now, and she craves one at all times (including the parts of the year where they are no-where to be found!) Today she also was asking for candy eggs. I think Easter seems like a holiday she can understand (from a secular point of view of course), involving lots of bunnies, chicks, candy and treats. It's a part of parenting I really enjoy---seeing how my kids pick their own interests and obsessions. It keeps life interesting.