Trying to give Freddy one fair afternoon

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about sibling issues and autism.  I think this has been triggered by the realization that next year, Freddy will be in college.  Of course, I saw this coming, but now that he's gotten some acceptances and some good financial aid, it's hitting me as reality.  And I've been thinking about how very often, Janey's needs come before those of her brothers.

Our family setup is such that it's often come fairly naturally to put Janey first, or it has seemed that way.  She's seven years younger than Freddy to the day (Freddy doesn't even get his own birthday!) and ten years younger than William.  She's the only girl.  So she's been set apart in the family, not just by autism but by relative age and sex.  And to be honest, I think sometimes the boys have half liked it that we couldn't focus on them as much as many parents.  Teenagers, although they do still very much need parents, sometimes like having a little more independence than some of their peers.  But so much hasn't been fair to them.  I know there are compensations, and I've read and agreed with so many articles and blog posts about the benefits to siblings of having a sister or brother with special needs.  However, I sometimes very, very much wish I could give them all the attention and resources they deserve.

Janey and Freddy

This afternoon, I decided on the spot that for once, I would put Freddy's needs first.  There wasn't anything special about today, except that every afternoon Freddy has left being in high school and living at home is special.  I wanted to let him be the sibling that got the attention.  Well, that wasn't easy.

The first test---Freddy and I decided to watch last night's episode of "The Voice" on Hulu.  A friend of his from school is on the show right now (go, Nathan!) and we knew he'd advanced, and we wanted to see his performance.  Janey had other ideas.  She kept trying to turn off the TV, succeeding a few times.  She whined non-stop..."I want Kipper!  I want Barney!  I want Olivia!"  mentioning every show she could think of, in hopes we'd give in.  And so many times---we do.  It becomes just not worth it to listen to her when we are trying to watch something.  But she actually likes The Voice, when she will watch it.  She likes dancing to the songs, she likes the singing.  And even if she didn't, I was determined to watch with Freddy.  We did see his friend's part, but after that, we both gradually drifted away.  It wasn't worth the fight to see the rest.

Next, I wanted to help Freddy pick classes to sit in on during a visit at a college he's been accepted at next month.  I love things like that.  I LIVE for things like that.  He got to list 3 choices from a long list of classes for both morning and afternoon.  I would have loved to sit there for hours, looking up the classes, discussing the options and just enjoying the whole process.  But again, Janey had other ideas.  After just a few minutes, she decided she wanted to go to the ice cream store.  I said no.  She repeated the request, with growing impatience, over and over and over.  I wasn't giving in.  Finally, she hit me in the face and bent my fingers back.  I felt close to tears at that point.  Couldn't she ever, EVER just for a little, short while, understand no and accept no?  And the answer is..no.  No matter how often I stand my ground and don't give in, it seems to make no difference.  Once she has an idea, a want, that is all that matters.  I did get through the choice process with Freddy, but in a hurried and not enjoyable way.

Tony came home after that, and took Janey for a ride for a while.  You might think---why didn't I just save everything with Freddy for that time?  If you are asking that, you probably haven't had teenagers.  You spend time with them when they are up for it, or not at all.  That's one of the reasons, but the other is that I just felt tired of always, always having to say "Wait until Daddy can watch Janey.  Wait until Janey is asleep"  Sometimes, I want Janey to be the one to wait.

Later, Freddy wanted to watch "Star Trek Voyager".  Tony was home, and usually, Janey will tolerate that show.  For part of the time, she did, but then she decided I needed to snuggle with her.  This is often how she gets to sleep, and almost always, I'll just lie down with her.  I almost did this time too, instinctively, but stopped myself and told her "I'll snuggle when the show is over"  Of course, she wasn't happy.   She just kept repeating,over and over and over "Want to snuggle?  Want to snuggle on Janey's bed?  Want to lie down?" I finally gave in when the show was in its resolving last few minutes.

So---what did I learn here?  I don't know.  I think I learned I often, very very often, give in to Janey, because she doesn't give up until you do, and because the consequences of not giving in are pretty grim at times.  I don't like being  hit, or having my fingers bent, or having someone scream in my ear, or being bit.  But when I don't give in, it never seems to work as it would with a typical kid.  Janey doesn't seem to get my reasons or accept them.  It seems, like so many things, to really make no difference what I do.  Janey does what Janey does.

My boys both are wonderful kids, and they both have told me, emphatically, that they don't feel I've shortchanged them.  But from a young age, they haven't known any other life.  I am resisting the urge to go silver lining finding here.  Autism takes a toll on siblings.  And childhood is short.  My boys are adults, or close to it.  I've tried to do my best, but they have often been shortchanged, and I won't sugarcoat that.

A trip to the library

As many of you who have joined the Facebook page "Rarer in Girls", which is a companion to this blog, already know (and as an aside, if you would like to join, you are welcome, if you'd like breaking Janey news but much more importantly, some great discussions with terrific people!), Janey did something very cool yesterday.  She found my pocketbook, took out my wallet and located my library card, which she brought to me and said "Want to go to the library?"  That was a surprise to me on many fronts.  She had never before expressed an interest in the library, but more, I had NO idea she knew what a library card was or what mine looked like.  I was truly stunned.  And happy---I love the library!  So I told her we would go after school today.

However, that plan got moved up in the day, due to Janey's bus never showing up.  This was supposed to be the legendary, much rumored but little seen Actual Day With School, but after waiting for Janey's bus for quite a while, her aide (who waits by our house) told us that 100 bus drivers had called in sick and there wasn't going to be any bus.  We thought about driving her, but that would require Tony missing a good deal of work, especially if she also had to be picked up after school (I don't drive in the snow tunnels that are the rule right now in the city---see pictures!)  And I figured a day without many bus drivers was going to be a little chaotic, so I figured I'd keep her home yet again.  I swear, I'm almost starting to see the appeal of homeschooling---at least it's a routine that can be maintained and not one dependent on weather (just kidding a bit, I'm not going to homeschool)

So---we went to the library around noon.  Like so many trips with Janey, what would be a little outing for most people turned into quite a deal with her.  It illustrated so much of what is tough with her and also what is great with her that I thought I'd write about it.

After finding parking (the lot was very full and made smaller by snow mountains) we went in and went to the kids room.  I kind of knew that Janey's picture of the library was not accurate.  I'm pretty sure she saw a video about going to the library, probably complete with giant dinosaurs or animated creatures, where there was lots of singing and fun.  She's been to the library with me lots of times, but just to quickly pick up books that were being saved at the desk for me, and that was usually a different branch.  But I figured we'd see what she thought.

Janey very briefly looked at the picture book section.  I told her she could pick out any books she wanted to take home, but she had no interest in that.  Instead, while I was distracted for about a second, she ran across the room, straight toward a baby in a mother's arms.  When I saw that, I screamed "STOP!"  I didn't use a library voice.  Several calm mothers with perfect looking little toddlers sitting serenely reading books gave me a troubled look, like I was breaking some kind of code.  I felt like saying to them "I was once you.  I used only gentle tones.  I explained everything carefully to my children.  I would have sat down with you and made friends and arranged a playgroup.  However, if you value your baby's safety, you should be very glad I am not like that now, or Janey would have at least tried to grab the baby out of your arms"  Instead I just said "She is autistic and a little unpredictable"  They all smiled an inclusive smile and we went on our way.

The kind librarian asked me if we were looking for anything special, and I said some Mother Goose books.  She showed me the section, and I grabbed a few quickly, while Janey wildly spun a globe that was on the shelf.  Then she went back to the picture book section and I again said she could pick a book.  Evidently that displeased her, as she grabbed my hand to bend back my fingers and then did some fancy trick I am still not sure how she achieved, and twisted my arm around somehow behind my head, and for a minute I thought she was going to break my wrist.  I hissed out "LET GO NOW" and she didn't, but I got out of the grip.  I said for the benefit of the audience "Okay---we tried the library a little bit, but when you get upset, it's time to go!  We'll try again another time!"  The librarian was very sweet and offered Janey a sticker, which she took.  I checked out our books and we blew that joint as quickly as possible.

So...what's the lesson here?  Partly, that I probably should not have attempted the library alone with Janey.  She easily could have hit the baby or seriously hurt me.  But in a way, I'm still glad I did.  I need to get Janey out there, to have her be part of the community as much as I can.  It's very, very, very tough to do, but she did ask to go to the library, and maybe if we do try another time, it will be easier.

The whole deal does illustrate why giving Janey a "normal" life is so hard.  There is so, so little I can do safely with her any more.  It is why inclusion, in so many meanings of the word, is challenged by a child like Janey.  And it's why parents like myself, and there are lots of us, so very much need help.