What Community Means

What does it mean to be part of the community?

I got a list of summer camps today.  There were hundreds listed.  Janey would be welcomed at none of them.

When searching for after school activities in this area, a big urban area, there are almost none that would accept Janey.  One great exception, which is not close enough to home for us to utilize it, is the Boys and Girls Club.  I wish the one with the fantastic sounding programs was not about an hour's drive from us in afternoon or evening traffic.

A younger Janey and her brother William, in front of our house

The city is full of plays, stores, concerts, museums, restaurants, movies----almost none of which I could take Janey to.

There are lots of wide open spaces around here.  Might be great for Janey---if not for the dogs off leash that run up to her, with well meaning owners saying "Oh, he won't hurt her!  He loves kids!".  Yeah, but Janey is terrified of your dogs, and that makes her unable to use yet another public place.

So, sometimes when I think about including Janey in the community, I get discouraged.  Or I laugh a bitter laugh.

This would be much harder to take if it were not for the fact that in our own little neighborhood, we have found community.

Our neighbors on both sides are wonderful people, people that delight in Janey.  When Janey screams outside, or laughs manically, or just is her own unique self, it means the world to me that I know she is accepted and understood by those living closest to us.

Anyone who has read this blog knows about Janey's love for the "ice cream store", a store that is currently a 7-11, although it's changed names a lot.  We go there almost every day.  She is always welcomed by the staff, and increasingly, by the regular customers.  I can't tell you how many little kindnesses she has been shown there.

The closest few grocery stores know Janey well, and go out of their way to make our shopping with her not only possible, but fun.  One of the workers at the local Shaw's Supermarket has a grandson with autism, and has actually given Janey presents and always gives her a hug.

Janey's new bus aide lives in our neighborhood.  She walks over every morning to ride the bus with Janey, and her sweet, kind nature makes our mornings.

We have a little bubble here, a small world where Janey is truly included in the community.  We have often noticed that she is more accepted here even by people who don't know her than she is in many places.  Our neighborhood is working class.  It's never been gentrified, and probably never will be.  It's not a fancy place.  And perhaps that's part of the reason it's accepting.  People here are not necessarily living the American Dream, defined strictly.  There seems to be more room in their worldview for those who might not be following the script of "good schools, good college, good job, nice house, good vacations, comfortable retirement".

So what does community mean?  It means a place where you are included, where you are accepted and valued and allowed to be part of the action.  We might not have a community in the sense of formal things like camps or lessons or culture, but our neighborhood has made Janey a community member, and that means so very much to us.

I wish the whole world was open to Janey.  In an ideal world, it would be.  But for now, it's good to have our own little corner of reality where Janey is part of the community.

Will she enjoy it? Will it benefit her?

Yesterday, on Halloween, I found myself desperately wanting to take Janey trick-or-treating.  I loved Halloween as a kid.  It was a day where everything was turned on its side, where you could go to people's houses and knock and get candy.  I loved the whole process, especially coming home with a big bag of candy and sorting it out and looking it over.  When the boys were younger, I adored taking them out on Halloween.  I read a few days ago about a local college having something called "truck or treat", where a lot of cars park and you can go from car to car trick-or-treating, and I made plans in my head to take Janey.

Yours truly, with my sister and father, on a long ago Halloween

However, we didn't go.  Janey is a very early to bed girl, and she was very tired by the time it was dark.  She was also very engaged in watching "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse", as we recently got new channels on the TV.  I struggled with myself---should I push for it?  Should I take her?

When trying to decide, I used a few questions that I've recently started to apply when deciding what activities to do with Janey.  Will she enjoy it?  Will it benefit her?

Well, she might enjoy trick-or-treating a little, but at that particular time, no.  She really doesn't get the point of it, she was tired, and when I asked her (probably over and over) she showed no interest.  She's very capable to letting us know when she wants to do something, and she just didn't want to.

As for a benefit, well, no. Chocolate is the one food we don't give her, and going someplace to get a bag of candy that most certainly would include chocolate, which we'd have to fight to keep her from eating---no.  It could be argued that she might pick up some social skills, but it's a hugely isolated set.  Most of the time, you can't go around to people's houses or cars and say "trick or treat" and then get candy.  So any argument that it would benefit her was pretty weak.

When I started applying the questions to activities, it opened my eyes.  There's a lot I'd like to do with Janey, or like to have her get to do, which frankly are things that I want her to do, not things that will give her enjoyment or benefit her.  This past spring, we tried Special Olympics for a bit.  It might be great for some kids, but for Janey?  No.  She had no interest in it.  She is not competitive, she didn't interact with other people there, she didn't get exercise from it as she wouldn't readily participate.  It was nice to get outdoors, but we could do that any time and place.  I realized it was ME who wanted her to be in it, for reasons that had little to do with Janey. 

Janey very happy, headed to the store.

I'll contrast that with an activity Janey very much enjoys and benefits from---the daily walk to the store.  The store is a convenience store near us, which changes names constantly but is currently a 7-11.  The after-school walk there is Janey's favorite ritual.  She asks for it every day.  When we get out to the driveway to start the walk, she is literally dancing with excitement.  I hold her hand and we walk the short way to the store.  She goes in and looks over the chips for a long time.  She only ever picks out the same two or three kinds in rotation, but I know how just looking over a shelf of choices can be a thrill.  When she picks her chips, I then switch the big bag she picks for an identical small bag, and we talk about how they are the same.  She takes the chips to the counter, waiting in line if she needs to, she is patient while I pay, sometimes she'll say thank you to the cashier, she gets a lot of smiles, and then we walk home.  She eats the chips in the driveway while the colony cats of the neighborhood circle her legs to get dropped chips.  She is happy and engaged.  She is also learning---learning the rules of walking along a busy street, how we exchange money for products, how we act in stores, how we treat animals---lots of things.

There are other activities Janey enjoys and benefits from---car rides with music, cooking with Daddy, picking out and putting on videos, going to the library to pick up the books I've ordered online and of course going to school, the big one. 

I wish that Janey could participate in more activities.  But the truth of it is, when I think about it, I wish that for ME.  Not for her.  Her life, when I allow myself to broaden my view of what an activity is, is pretty full already.  In this age of Facebook, I've realized that sometimes what I've wished for are Facebook photo opportunities, a little.  I'd like her to do more of the "normal" childhood things.  But she is 13.  She's growing up.  By that age, she knows what she likes and doesn't like.  I think about myself.  If I had been made to participate, at that age, in sports, or in an art class, or in a dancing class, all things I have little interest in or talent for, I would have hated it.  So they would have failed the enjoyment question.  But would they have benefited?  Truthfully, by that age, no.  I am much the same person now I was then.  I don't like sports.  I am not artistic.  I don't like to dance.  And I knew my mind by that age.  I knew my limits.  Some might argue this point, but from what I've learned from my sons, kids by that age know what drives them, and Janey is not different from other kids that way.  It's very, very easy to tell what she loves and what she doesn't.

As Janey gets older, as her own path in life starts to become more defined, I need to give her the same respect we all deserve, the same right to find her own passions.  It's even more important for me to follow her leads, because it is far too easy when a child doesn't communicate in traditional ways to impose our own will on them.  I'm going to try to often stop and ask---will she enjoy this?  Will it benefit her?---and use those answers as my guide.

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.

Deciphering Janey's Day

One of the most frustrating parts of having a child who is not really usefully verbal is never hearing about what she does when she isn't with me, firsthand anyway.  I adore hearing about my kids' days, but with Janey, the time we aren't together is usually a mystery to me.  I hold onto any tidbit I can get from teachers or paras or therapists, but the parts that are usually the best to hear about are the little incidental things, and it's also always telling what gets chosen to tell me by the boys.  You can guess a lot from what names you hear a lot and what classes are never described.  Janey, though, remains completely silent about her school days almost all the time.

This summer, though, she is saying a bit more on our rides home from summertime school.  It's not telling me about the day, but it's echolalia that I am pretty sure comes from school.  However, out of context, it creates puzzles that are near impossible to to solve, although it's fun to try.  Today, she kept yelling out "Roll the dice!  Okay, TWENTY FIVE CENTS!"  and at one point, "Have you got any chips?"  I'm assuming it was some kind of math game, and not that they were teaching the kids some low-level gambling.  I've also heard a name over and over---Elliott.  I was trying to figure out if he was a character on TV or a video, or a real live person.  That got solved today when I saw a little boy as I went to get Janey, sitting with her class, with an "Elliott" name tag.  That was pretty exciting to me---it was one of the first times I've heard from Janey about a child in her class that was a name I didn't already know.  I've heard quite a few quotes with his name is it..."Elliott!  Don't do that!  That's not funny!" (followed by Janey laughing her head off, as I guess to her it certainly WAS funny) and "Elliott!  Come back over here right now!"  I couldn't resist, as we were walking out, saying to Janey in that tone that comes from who knows where "Is Elliott your BOYFRIEND?"  If I were writing a book of parenting advice, I would certainly say not to tease kids that way, but hey, I'm human.  Janey is the 3rd child out of three I've found myself teasing about the opposite sex.

One of the most wonderful things teachers can do is to tell parents of special needs kids about what their kids do during the day.  I've been pretty lucky that way.  One thing I'm very conscious of at school is not asking for special treatment.  I know in the mornings and afternoons, teachers are getting lots of kids in and out of classrooms, and I try hard not to take up their time then asking questions.  But I hope other parents, and teachers, do understand that what they tell me or what I tell them is often the ONLY way communication goes back and forth, unless it's something written down.  Just a few times, I've gone to school different years and found every other kid wearing some special thing for some special day, or I've found out after the fact that a party date had been changed and Janey hadn't brought what she should have brought for it, or that an afterschool activity had been cancelled.  This happens very rarely, but even the few times felt tough for me.  Probably not for Janey, but when you have a child with special needs, you especially want them to be wearing silly clothes if that is what the day features, or to have a treat to give out if everyone else does, or so on.  Sometimes, a child's special needs creates special needs for the parents, specifically, a special need for communication.  Janey's teachers have used email more over the last few years, and I love that.  It can be read when there is time on both sides, it's there to refer to again if you need to---it's great!

One of my biggest dreams for Janey---that one day she'll actually, directly, tell me something about her day.  She'll say "We had music today" or "I played with my friend at recess".  I would love that so much.  Until then, I'll live for the little scraps she is starting to throw my way!

Hope and Holiday Blues

First the hope.  Yesterday, we visited a respite house a few towns over.  Janey's first grade teacher had told us about it, and I did an online application and got an email inviting us to visit.  It was wonderful.  The house is on a college campus, and is all set up for being a place for children and adults with disabilities to spend time and have fun.  There is a great rec area, a fantastic kitchen and a floor full of dream bedrooms, for overnights they sometimes have, and a lot more.  And best of all, they actually have openings!  Janey started the tour by freaking out of her mind, screaming hysterically.  So they got to see that.  She calmed down quite quickly once she saw some of the great things they had there, and tried every bed in every bedroom and by the end was hugging the woman who works there who gave us the tour.  We signed her up for two Saturdays this month.  One will be a trip to the Children's Museum, and another to a local beach.  We are holding our breaths---it almost seems too good to be true.  It's exactly what I had wanted, and even wrote about, and it actually exists!  There are scholarships available, but if we can't get one, with a little belt tightening we can manage---it's not crazily priced.  There are 6 overnights a year for girls, and we might even try one of those next month, and there are vacation week camps!  I keep thinking something will go wrong, or Janey will be too much for them to handle, or SOMETHING---it really feels like a dream.  I'll write more about it after the 12th, when Janey goes for the first time.

The holiday blues---that was today.  It's the 4th.  Tony and I felt a little down all day, and talked about it tonight.  Lots of reasons, but a big one is the isolation that having a child with a disability brings, especially on holidays.  Gradually, we have stopped going almost anywhere.  When we used to go sometimes to cookouts or the like with family and friends, it was almost always a disaster.  Janey would get hysterical, and we couldn't stay long.  Most all of our friends and family now also have littler kids around---grandchildren or kids of their own.  We can never be sure how Janey will act, and I think there is fear on both sides about that.  We don't reach out to go places, and we don't get invited, probably because people know we wouldn't go anyway.  Even if somehow Janey acts perfectly, we are still on edge.  We can't ever relax.  Someone has to be following Janey at all times, within an arm's reach, especially at other people's houses or public places. And so we stay here.  And usually, we are okay with that.  We aren't hugely social people.  But on holidays, sometimes it feels a little sad.

We were planning a family trip to a beach tomorrow, but talking about it tonight, we decided to make it just Tony and the boys.  The beach is quite a drive, and once there, it's not like we can all have fun as a family.  I want the boys to have relaxed, fun, happy times with their father (and with me) and if that means us not all being together, it's better than just skipping the outings.

The two themes tie together there.  If the respite works out, and Janey can have fun, and be a place where there is paid staff and volunteers that are there just to take care of her and the other kids, then we can have some time with just the boys.  We can relax a little, but it's bittersweet.  It's not a full family without Janey.  I had a moment just before going into the respite house of an overwhelming feeling of sadness.  I was so happy to be getting a chance to see about the respite we've craved, but it felt sort of...I don't know the word. They start taking kids at 8, and I guess that's because that's an age where you know it's not something the child is going to grow out of.  This is our life, this is Janey's life.  We are at a point where we need more help than just home and school can provide.  And in a way, that breaks my heart, although I am so happy there are wonderful people who will be able to give us that help, and give Janey a great time at the same time.  But it's not normal family life.  Or maybe it is---"regular" kids go to activities and sleepovers.  Janey will be able to also---just with a little more support.  Maybe I think too much about things.  Maybe I am overthinking this.

Either way, Happy 4th of July to all my USA readers, and happy start of summer to everyone!

Summer blues

Janey is watching Curious George, which has become my 7-7:30 morning respite time.  She has no interest in it other times of the day, just that morning block!  And I am gearing up for the first day of summer.

I've never liked summer.  As far back as I can remember, the first day of summer felt like panic to me.  I like a schedule, blocks of time filled with predictable activities.  I enjoy the weekend, and holidays, but summer---that's a long time.  Couple that with my extreme dislike of hot weather, and even as a girl growing up in coastal Maine, probably the ideal summer location in the world, I didn't like summer.

With Janey, that feeling has grown.  Janey loves school.  There is barely a day she doesn't get excited to head out the door to school.  Every time I tell her it's a school day, she looks like I've offered her a huge treat.  This morning, I told her that school was all done for now.  She'll start summer school in a week or so, but that is never quite the same.  This week is open.

I feel sometimes like the worst mother in the world in how much I dread open weeks like this with Janey.  It's not that I don't want to be around her.  More and more, I love being around her.  But unfilled days for Janey are not lazy or idyllic or creative.  They are very tough.  Janey needs to be watched every single second.  She needs to be kept busy, or she either gets upset or retreats into a repetitive activity like seeking out paper to eat or things to spill.  Keeping her busy wouldn't be hard if there were more I could do with her alone.  But taking her on any kind of outing, like to the beach or a park or a museum, is not a one person job.  She is a runner, and I am not as fast as her any more.  She really needs at least two eyes on her, and one of them has to be pretty physically fit.  I still can take her to the store, but she hates stores except for grocery or drug stores.  I plan to do a grocery shop soon, but that doesn't fill up much of the day.  The few times I've tried taking her clothes shopping or browsing a craft store or the like---disasters. (read about one trip I particularly remember here)  She will tolerate being read to more and more, but not for more than about 10 minutes in a row.  She'll play with her iPad, but also, not for long periods of time, and she'll watch TV or videos, but aside from the fact I don't want her electronically entertained all day, she is too restless to do that for much time in a row also.

What do we do?  We often spend a lot of the day in the back yard.  If Janey has water and dirt to combine into mud, she's usually pretty happy.  But today is rainy and thundery, and even on days that aren't, after a bit Janey is soaked and filthy and we need to come in.  Often, I then turn to a long bath time, but Janey no longer is as interested in long baths.  So we piece together a day.  We read a little here, dance to music a little there, snuggle and sing a little, watch a bit of TV, eat, go to the grocery store, bug her brothers, pat the cats---and it's still 10 am and there's a lot of day left.

What would most 8 year olds do in the summer?  Well, most 8 year olds would have friends to play with.  With older brothers like Janey, they would have gotten into video games and would be playing them.  They would know how to read, and we could go to the library every day.  They would be able to entertain themselves with drawing or crafts.  They would be able to go to camp.  We could go to the beach, just the two of us.  We could go to playgrounds without the fear of them running away.  I feel guilty, as I always feel guilty, that I dread a day alone with Janey so much.  But thinking of it that way, I do see that a day with Janey is not a day with most 8 year olds.  There is never one adult alone all day at school responsible for Janey.  In the course of the day, she might be under the care of 6 or 7 different teachers, aides, therapists, etc.  They do a wonderful job, and I am extremely grateful for them.  I can't do their job alone.

And I worry I am coming across as complaining about caring for my own child.  Although it might sound that way, it's not the case. It is my job to be with Janey, and my joy.  But I wish for her that there were more options open for her open days.

World Autism Awareness Day

Well, here it is, World Autism Awareness Day again, and I don't have a single WAAD card out.

I did a quick look today to see what kind of events are planned for today. As I kind of half expected, I didn't really see any that were FOR autistic kids or adults. Lots of fundraisers, walks, lectures, etc. But not something I could take Janey to. I am grateful for the awareness, for the research, for all of that. But if it's autism AWARENESS day, perhaps it would be a good day to expose people to actual human beings with autism---to let them see what autism actually is and isn't. I had ideas like having restaurants have a special time, from 2-4pm or something, where they would just for that day be autism-friendly, and you could go there and not feel worried if your kid screamed the whole time, or spilled water, or ran around. You could just sit and eat a meal among other families with autistic kids, and smile at each other, and enjoy being out. Or another idea---places like indoor gyms or pools could have an autism time every April 2nd, so you could get some family recreation. Or maybe somehow there could be highly staffed parties for JUST the kids, so you could drop them off for an hour or two knowing they were doing something special and fun, while you got a break. You know, sort of like how parents of "typical" kids can sometimes take their kids to birthday parties and LEAVE them there and get coffee---that kind of luxury treat for everyone!

But those are dreams. I have to be content that Janey is living in a world that certainly IS more aware of autism than a world 20 or 40 or 100 years ago would be. I am very lucky that way. People know what autism is, kind of, even if they haven't met a lot of people with it.

I'm thinking of ways myself I can actually live up for the name of the day. How I can I make people more aware of autism? One thing I try to do is tell people Janey is autistic. I like to do that for many reasons. It explains her behavior, it lets people know she isn't just being rude in not answering them and it lets them meet someone with autism. It has worked well for me overall. There are quite a few stores where Janey is known, and I feel good about that. This blog is another way---I try my very hardest to write honestly here---to bare my heart about Janey, not just the bad but the good. I wonder if I show the good enough---that's a part of autism I want people to be aware of to---that Janey is a delight often, that she is fascinating in a lot of ways, that I love her intensely and I always will. I want to give some hope to other parents with newly diagnosed kids. But I don't want to lie. I don't want to say it's better than it is, I don't want to be all sunshine and flowers. I want to be honest. I can also encourage my sons to talk about Janey. I sometimes suggest her as a topic for essays at school, or tell them to not hesitate to explain to friends why sometimes they prefer to spend time at other people's houses instead of having kids here. I want them to be proud of her as a sister, but to also let them know it's hard, it's something THEY should be proud of themselves for---being good brothers to her.

And so awareness is a good thing. But I wish this day could somehow also INCLUDE those with autism, instead of just being ABOUT them.

No fun with stickers

I tried hard today to make a fun activity with Janey. I have lots of stickers, all different cool kinds, some that I have gotten at craft stores as parts of big grab bags, with special textures and so on. I took a big book, spiral bound, that I bought for us to color in, and tried playing stickers with Janey. I wasn't directing her---I let her do whatever she wanted with the stickers---but I put some in the book and talked about them. I thought it would be a vocabulary time and a sensory time and all kinds of good things. But like so many times with Janey, it turned instead into a crying time. I don't know why. It seems like she doesn't like to be focused on---she knew I was there to play with her, and that is too intrusive I guess. It's one of those days I feel at such a loss.

Last night seemed better. I was thinking how some parts about Janey are so easy. She loves good food. She was thrilled last night to eat lots of raw carrots and cucumbers, and homemade chicken soup. She is in no way a picky eager. She is also, knock on wood, a good sleeper. She is ready to sleep about 7:45 each night and sleeps until about 7:45 each morning. Some nights she does wake up, but usually it's not that hard to get her back down. She was doing some good talking last night too. She said "I will give Danny (the cat) a carrot". We said cats didn't like carrots much, and she said "It is NOT silly to give Danny a carrot!" although we hadn't used that word.

I feel so alone much of the time. In a world that's supposed to be filled with autistic kids, I feel like the only parent of one on earth lots of times.