The Things Janey Cannot Change---a plea for serenity

 Last night, while Janey was lingering in the shower after I washed her hair, she said "Want to get out?" I knew what this meant, and it wasn't that she wanted to get out.  She wanted me to adjust the water, to make it hotter or colder.  

I started to reflect then, and kept reflecting all night and into today, on how little influence time and examples and corrections seem to have on Janey.  For years and years and years now, whenever she has said "Want to get out?" while in the shower, I've tried to get her to say what she really means. I've said "Do you really want to get out, or do you want me to fix the water?"  I've tried taking her at her word, and reaching in to help her get out.  I've tried getting her to repeat "I want you to fix the water" before I will do it.  I've tried everything I can think of.  And still, Janey asks to get out when that's not what she means.

I can think of so many other examples like this.  One that keeps coming to mind started at age four, when she first starting with ABA.  The therapist had a Slinky Janey liked, and Janey would ask for it saying "Yoyo?"  I think she started calling it that because she liked to have it bounce up and down, like a yoyo.  The therapist seemed to feel it was important to have Janey ask for it correctly, and would never give it to her unless she said Slinky.  And Janey never would say "slinky" unless she was prompted to, no matter how much she liked the Slinky.  Last month, I showed Janey a slinky from some box of sensory toys I'd gotten.  Janey grabbed it, saying, of course, "Yoyo!"  I don't remember Janey playing with a Slinky in all the 13 years since she was four, and if she did, I'm sure no-one called it a yoyo.  But that's her name for it, and it didn't change.

When Janey wants us to put a show on for her, and we ask which one she wants, she says "This one!"  Although we are driven crazy by this, and we are super motivated to get her to be more specific, although we have tried every single idea we could possibly think up to get her to stop the whole "This one!" bit, it doesn't work.  She still says it, every time.

The same unchanging Janey shows up in ways besides talking.  She is drawn to beds when she has a full bladder, with predictable results.  Believe me, she knows that's not a behavior we like.  Believe me, we have tried extremely hard to stop her from that behavior.  But it continues, year after year after year.  Janey likes to rock in the car to music.  Doing this rubs her neck against the seat belt, and cuts into her neck at times.  I'm sure this hurts, but even that doesn't change her rocking.  Janey stuffs her mouth full of foods she likes, especially salami.  We have tried so hard to stop this---giving her only little pieces at a time, staying near her and constantly reminding her to chew and swallow before taking more, cutting off her salami supply---all to no avail.  

It's hard to understand why Janey persists with behaviors and speech and routines that just don't work well, or actively can hurt her, or that provoke non-positive reactions.  I have to assume it's very, very, very hard for her to change a behavior or label or phrase once it's established.  This worries me.  We are used to her.  We get frustrated, but we love her and accept her, even sometimes through gritted teeth.  But the wider world?  The world without us with her?  I can see how she could seem willful, stubborn, provoking.  I can see how it would be hard for others to understand the depth of her mental barriers to change.

By this point, we've accepted that Janey simply can't change in some ways.  It's not like she doesn't learn when she can.  Anyone who has seen her hands flying using her iPhone or navigating or a web browser, or singing obscure verses of Christmas carols knows she can learn some things extremely well.  And I'm sure she would want to be able to effectively communicate with us; I'm sure she doesn't like hurting her neck or choking on too much food; I'm sure she's tired of our angry reactions to wet beds.  And I know we are motivated to do whatever we can possibly do to try to help her learn the stuck-in-wrong words or behaviors.  We, and she, just can't do it.

What is my message here?  I guess it's to plead for the world's understanding for Janey and all the others like Janey.  They are doing their best.  Those of us working with them are doing their bests.  But as the Serenity Prayers says, even to a non-religious heart like mine, let's all work on serenity to accept the things we can't change.

Here's a picture taken today of my bewildering, beloved Janey.

Snow Days

We had a fairly good-sized snowstorm yesterday, which resulted in a snow day, and another snow day today to finish the cleanup.  As many of you are all too aware, unexpected days off are not a big favorite of Janey and others like her.  However, the past few days haven't been bad at all.  They have been more...interesting.  

Tony was home yesterday too, as his office was closed.  That was great.  Janey had had a tough week, and I was prepared for a day with lots of screaming and tears, but I don't think I saw either one once yesterday.  She was happy and a little bit manic.  She ate a huge amount, and ran around the house a lot, and danced a ton with Tony.  At one point, she suddenly said "Shut up!" in a loud, jovial voice.  She then proceeded to pace back and forth and say "SHUT UP!" for about an hour.  I'm not sure where she picked that up, but she enjoyed it a huge amount, and so we just went with it.  She asked a lot for car rides, but did well when we told her that just wasn't possible.  I kept having her look out the window, although I don't think she quite got why the blizzard conditions were standing in the way of a car ride.  

Janey is usually fast asleep by 7 or 7:30.  She's big on early to bed and early to rise, like her father.  So when she was still awake at 8, we were a bit surprised.  We took turns lying down with her.  She stayed on the bed, playing off and on with her iPad (which we let her take to bed, as it generally doesn't interfere at all with her sleep) and singing and asking for food (which we didn't give her, as she'd had plenty during the day)  I was with her until 10:30.  She was still wide awake.  Tony took over and I slept until 12:30.  I relieved Tony---Janey still wide awake.  I lay down with her and she looked at me with a hugely happy face, just smiling and staring at me.  My eyes kept closing, but when they opened, there she was, watching me.  I last saw her awake at 1:30 am.  At that point, either I didn't wake up again or she finally went to sleep.

We have a few theories about the sleepless night.  She didn't go outside at all, all day, and maybe the lack of daylight did something.  Also, because she couldn't go for a car ride, a few times Tony took her upstairs to where his brother lives, and she had "butter", which is what she calls Nutella.  Chocolate is often the culprit when she doesn't sleep, although lately that is usually only if it's close to bedtime, which it wasn't.  My main theory, though, is just that she was in one of the moods where she's hyper-alert, and sleeping is hard when you are like that.

Today, she was sleepy.  She woke late and then took a nap.  Tony worked a half day.  She was still peppy, but not quite as much as yesterday, and there were a few more tears and screams.

We noticed, both days, something we often see when Janey is home with both of us for a day or two.  Her talking increased.  On days she goes to school, we hear very little talking in the afternoon or evening.  I think she's tired out, and also, perhaps associates talking with schoolwork, and decides to give herself a break at home.  It's fine, but it's nice hearing more talking.

An illustration for "The Ten O'Clock Scholar

Yesterday, when I was attempting to read her a book and she wasn't interested, I quickly before closing the book asked her to point to a few things in the pictures.  With the air of wanting to just make me happy so she could move on, she quickly and with complete ease pointed to three things---an owl, a blackboard and a bell tower.  All of those are words she's never said, to my knowledge, and words that I'd really have no way of knowing she knew.  I've done quick pointing tests with her like that enough to realize she has knowledge of the meanings of many, many words she never uses or lets on she knows.  I wish there was a way she could use these words, to enrich her ability to actually communicate, but I just don't really know how to help her with that.

Today, we were playing a game we often play, where I recite the start of a nursery rhyme and she finishes, or finishes some of it and waits for me to say the next line, and we go back and forth.  I love having an iPhone, because I can quickly grab a video, which I did.  I posted it on the Facebook companion page to this blog, if you are interested.  It's another example of things Janey knows you would not know she knows.  I would say she knows hundreds of nursery rhymes.  Of course, among the ones I started the film is one I don't think she did know ("A ten o'clock scholar"), but that is a rare thing!  If I've read one to her two or three times, it's in her head someplace, memorized.

So---I hope tonight is a better sleeping night.  I hope Janey continues the happier mood for the weekend.  And I certainly hope the storm predicted for Sunday night doesn't happen, so Monday is not another snow day!