Hot and bothered

 The last three weeks have been the hottest ever recorded in Boston, and it's been miserable.  Hot weather is miserable everywhere (or it is to me) but Boston's hot weather feels like a special kind of awful---humid air but no rain and a feeling of there not being a full breath to take outside.  I hate it.  And so, take that into consideration when I rant here.

Janey had a tough day of school today.  We got a call from her summer school teacher.  He seems great, and I really liked the way he told me about her day---emphasizing the good, outlining all she was saying and why she was getting upset.  She wanted to go home, and failing that, she wanted to go to the dance studio, and if she couldn't do that, she wanted to go swimming.  It was too early to go home, the dance studio was closed for the summer and the pool for some reason is not available for special needs summer school students.  And so she was angry.  When her summer ABA therapist tried to get her to do work, she pulled her hair and then bit her (not badly, but a bite is never good).  She later also tried to bite her teacher.

It's not unheard of for Janey to pull hair or bite, but it's quite unusual in the last few years.  I think she was feeling what we've all been feeling---just fed up.  She's tired of the heat keeping us from doing anything much fun.  She is tired of schoolwork.  She wants to do the things she wants to do---dance and swim and go for car rides.  And she expressed what she wanted, with words, as we always ask her to, and it didn't make any difference.  She lashed out.  It is not acceptable for her to pull hair or bite, or to hit as she did this evening with me while I was trying to talk to her about the biting and hair pulling, but I can somewhat understand why she did.

I was feeling in a mood today before we got the call from the teacher.  I read an article in the Boston Globe about a new law that allows young adults with disabilities access to colleges in Massachusetts.  That is great---I am truly happy for the people that will be able to take advantage of that program.  But reading about it, it soon became apparent that Janey won't be one of those people.  The article acknowledged that---it said the state's total population of college aged students with serious intellectual disabilities and autism is around 3500 to 4000, but that "a smaller number are likely to seek college access under the new law". Then it said that those who do will "improve their chance of employment" and that "Individual campuses will determine their own criteria for acceptance"  There were quotes from students who accessed college under past pilot versions of this program, and while I was very, very happy for those students, the language level in those quotes made it clear that Janey was not going to be one of those students.

And none of this is new.  As I'm seeing expressed more and more, thanks to groups like the National Council on Severe Autism, people like Janey are left out not only from the mainstream but for a huge percentage of programs expressly for people with disabilities and more specifically, people with autism.  We all know the key words and phrases "Must be able to follow directions"  "Must be able to function with a teacher/child ratio of 4/1" "Must be able to read music" "Must not have any self-injurious behaviors" "Must be completely independent with toileting".  They might as well be saying "Must not be THAT kind of autism.  Must be the "good, quirky, interesting" kind of autism, not the "bad" kind.  They don't say that.   I am sure most people don't even think that.  The truth is, I think a lot of people, even in the disability world, are not totally aware people like Janey exist.

I am weary.  I don't know what the future will hold.  Janey turns 18 a week from tomorrow.  Tomorrow, we will be keeping her home from school---the teacher did not ask us to, but I know how her angry and lashing out moods can go, and we need to break the cycle.  Because there is no plan B.  We will never again take her to an emergency room.  There is no respite.  There is no residential home waiting for her as an adult.  Hopefully, at age 22, we will find her a decent day program, once she ages out of the public schools.  She won't be going to college, special new law notwithstanding.  

I think parents of children like Janey are starting to speak out, and that is so important.  Parents like us love our kids so much that we can be inclined to not talk about how hard it is.  But if we don't, if we let Janey and all the people like Janey be without a voice, they will be left out.  Nothing will change.  And on a night like this one, where I am tired and hot and weary and discouraged, I can say that just can't happen.

Janey being the bright spot

The last four days or so have been tough in a lot of ways.  Some weird thing is going on with the power in our section of the city, resulting in the last 3 nights out of 4 being completely without power, in the midst of a very hot spell.  It felt extra hot for me, as I was quite sick, with a high fever over the weekend and a throat that was bad enough so when I finally went to the doctor yesterday, her first words on looking at it were "Yikes!  Wow!"  In the midst of all this, somehow our washing machine stopped draining, resulting in a buildup of laundry to the sky, with no end in sight.  Yesterday, after a day when the power was on and off, and kept browning out, and finally went off once again, and then back on, and then they called to say it would be off all night, tiredness from sickness and sleepless nights caught up with me and I got into a weepy spell, just unable to snap out of it, despite firmly telling myself that all these were minor, first world type problems.

But what was the sunshine through all this?  My sweet Janey!  I can't think of four days of sweeter, easier behavior from her!  She has been, without a single qualification, a delight.  A smile has barely left her face, she's been saying cute things and showing a lot of understanding, she's gone along happily with anyplace we needed to go or anything we needed to do, she slept all night in the hot without a problem---she's been a joy.

Of course, with my overthinking mind, I'm trying to make a connection or a conclusion here.  One thought is that for years now, Janey and her issues have been our focus.  It makes me think to have a spell where other things were higher on my mind.  And I wonder if that has actually helped her some.  Not that we have been ignoring her---we can't.  But we haven't had the laser focus on her I think we often do.  This has coincided with her, for the first time, showing a little interest in being alone now and then.  She can't be totally alone, of course, but if we can see her and check on her every minute, she can be in the next room.  Lately she is often going into William's room when he isn't there and playing with the electronic keyboard he has set up, or sometimes just lying down on his bed and resting.  It feels like she is wanting that down time, away from us all.  Although I think a lot of people have the image of autistic kids wanting to be alone a lot, that has not been Janey.  She's an extrovert, like her brothers and father, and she likes to be around us, whether happy or sad, or she has up to this point.  It's made me happy to see a little of myself in her, as I am the queen of liking to be alone.  Maybe she is starting to need some space, mental and physical.

Things feel better today. I feel better, and the power is back on, hopefully to stay.  And hopefully, Janey will stay happy.  For one of the first times, I feel like she helped me get through some bad days, just by being her sweet self.  Thank you, Janey!