Two Non-Fluent Speakers

I read a lot of books about people going to live in cultures new to them.  It's an armchair travel thing---I doubt I'll ever really live that life, but for some reason, it fascinates me.  Often, the people in the books end up having conversations where both speakers are not fluent in each other's language.  They get by on the words they know from the other language, with a lot of guessing and a lot of misunderstandings.  It struck me today that that is what Janey and I do.  She's not fluent in English, and I'm not fluent in Janey-Language.

The double non-fluency can make communications very tough.  A good example happened this weekend.  Janey was crying, and said to me "Does your eye hurt?"  She often does that, reverses the pronouns and says what she wants me to say.  I asked her to use my hand to touch where it hurt.  That for some reason seems to work much better than having her point.  She took my hand and put it next to her right eye, and then tried to get me to poke at her eye.  I said "I can't poke you there, but let me look at the eye"  I didn't see anything, but it was obviously bothering her.  She then said "My eye is bloody!"  The eye wasn't bloody, but I was proud of how she worked hard to use her non-fluent English to tell me how upset she was over the eye.  I think it was a dry allergy type eye issue.  We took a shower and she felt much better.  But I wished so much we were able to better communicate, that she could have told me exactly how it hurt, that I could have reassured her that it looked fine and that it wasn't anything serious.

Janey woke up this morning crying hard.  The crying is communicating, of course, but I can't understand the specifics of it.  I had no idea what was upsetting her.  We went through the regular morning routines, with the tears still flowing.  They lasted until she went out with Tony to wait for her school bus.  Then she instantly cheered up and was hugely happy getting on the bus.  Although I started the day saying to her "It's a school day!" as I always do when that is the case, I think she somehow wasn't sure it was really a day to go to school.  I think she was upset it was going to be another dull old day at home with Mama and Daddy.  That's my best guess, anyway.  I wish so much, more than I can possibly say, that she could tell me why she's sad when she is.  And I wish I could communicate back to her, that if my guess was right, I could have reassured her that it was indeed a school day.

If there was a way for Janey to be fluent in English or me to be fluent in another other means of communication that would work for her, I would do it.  It wouldn't have to be spoken, of course.  If she was able to  use sign language, or typing, or an iPad talking program, or anything at all, I would do anything to communicate that way with her.  But we have not found that way.  We both remain non-fluent in each other's language.  The onus is on me.  I truly think Janey thinks I can read inside her mind.  I think she thinks I know what she is thinking.  I can't even start to imagine how frustrating it must be when she is clearly thinking what she needs, and I don't respond.  I think she resorts to her English and to crying and screaming when she thinks I'm not responding.  So often, she'll bring me the remote and I'll say "What do you want to watch?" and she'll answer "That one"  I'm sure she has a specific show in mind, and she just can't understand why I insist on making her say it in spoken English, which is so often a struggle for her.

Until we find a common language we can both be fluent in, I will keep trying to work on better understanding what Janey says to me.  I will keep trying to help her better understand and use spoken English.  I dream of the day we can communicate with ease.

The Weeks Inbetween

Janey starts school in a week and a half, on the Thursday after Labor Day.  Boston starts later than almost any school I know, but then of course they also stay in school much later, into late June.  Of all the weeks in the year, I'd say these weeks in between summer school and regular school are the longest feeling.  Especially this year---we had the early summer excitement of our trip to Ohio, and the later summer excitement of the big wedding, and now...nothing.  It's very, very hard to keep Janey happy during weeks like these.  Tony is at work, William is back at college and although Freddy is helping a good deal, he also is spending a lot of time with friends before he and they also go back to college.  So it's mostly Janey and me.

How do I fill the days?  I'll be honest, they have mostly been filled with TV and videos.  I don't know what I'd do without them.  It's not that I don't want to do other things.  But taking Janey anywhere on my own is so tough.  Yesterday, we did a trip to the grocery store, and that wasn't even just me---Freddy went too.  Lucky that he did, because Janey decided to fling a jar of salsa she wanted into the cart.  It might have been okay, but it hit a jar of spaghetti sauce and WHAM.  The cart and floor and all the food we'd already gotten was covered with salsa and sauce and glass.  And Janey was very excited by it all.  Freddy stayed with the cart as we waited for cleanup, and I took off with Janey to another section of the store.  We had planned to buy a lot more, but we grabbed a few things, salvaged what we could that was covered with sauce, paid for the lot and the broken stuff, and took off while the getting was good.

Early in the week, another big exciting trip, to the Rite-Aid drug store.  Janey was enjoying herself and being good until something upset her, who knows what, and she started to scream the ear-piercing scream.  It took all the calm I had to get her in shape to quickly buy my stuff and again, get out of there.

We've done some walks.  That's tricky too, as Janey will suddenly decide she's had enough, and that means she doesn't want to walk back.  I live in fear she'll get upset enough to jolt away from me and get hurt.  So we have to keep the walks extremely short, within sight of the house.

At home, I mostly serve as a show changer.  Some of Janey's shows are on Netflix, some on Hulu and some on Amazon.  Switching between them is a bit more than she can do.  She always knows exactly what she wants to watch, but the hard part is telling me.  We scroll through lists of episodes, and use a modified kind of sign language, where she points to the right or left to tell me which way to scroll, and then to herself when she finds the show she wants.  Then, because she often watches parts of shows, we have to figure out if she wants the show back at the beginning or where she left off.  It's about 50-50, but it's also 50-50 whether she'll say what she really wants.  "From the beginning" can mean "where I left off" and if I get it wrong, it's an automatic scream.

I don't mean to sound like a complainer here, although of course that's partly what I'm doing.  But what bothers me more than anything is that I feel like Janey deserves more.  I think it's a boring life for her at times like this.  I wish she was doing the kind of things I did when I was 12 at the end of the summer---spending nights at friend's houses, going for walks in the woods, reading and reading, playing cards with my sister, even working babysitting and in my mother's store.  By the time I was 12, my world was fairly open, as open as a pre-driver's world can be in the country.  Janey's world is very closed.  She has school and home.  I do feel good we went a few places this summer, but I still feel very sad at times that her world is so closed in.

I'll close with a picture of Janey doing her favorite thing during times like this, picking out a treat at the "ice cream store".  That's the highlight of her day, I think.  It's not enough, but it's something, and it makes her happy, and sometimes that is all we can do.

Sign Language and some complaining

We've been trying a little to teach Janey some signs. I resisted it for years, because I think I felt since she COULD talk verbally, that is all we should encourage. But the verbal talking is not making a huge amount of progress, and she was signing "more" all the time after learning it at school. I found a good web site that shows little videos of each sign. I think it's something a lot of people know, so it should be easier to co-ordinate with school than some things. We'll see how it goes.

I'm very happy to have met another woman with an autistic daughter through this blog---thanks, Michelle! It's so wonderful to talk to someone else that has been through a lot of this!

I'm also happy that Janey is starting music therapy at school. It took a long time to get it started, but I really like the therapist and I think it will be helpful.

To be less positive for a minute, I've been thinking about how much more parents with tough kids like Janey need support and breaks and time off, and how much harder it is to get that than it would be for parents of "normal" kids. It's an example of something that should be MORE available being actually LESS available. If Janey were mainstream, I could easily find a day camp, swimming lessons, dance lessons, music lessons, day care, etc. Paying for them might be an issue, but FINDING them wouldn't be. But as things are, it's so very hard to find such classes or care, and if I do find them, they cost much more than they otherwise would. I don't think people sometimes realize how hard just a regular day is with Janey. Imagine taking care of a child that does the kind of things an 18 month old would do, so you have to constantly watch them, but they have the physical abilities of a 5 year old, so it's even more dangerous. Then imagine you have no reliable way to talk to them, and that they are prone to suddenly have a tantrum or start crying at any moment, and you have no idea why most of the time. Then imagine that that is your life, all the time, and there is almost never a minute off. And imagine you love that child more than anything on earth, and want the best for them, but half the time you are too darn worn out to do all you think you should for them. And imagine you have 2 other children, and a house to take care of, and bills to pay. That's my life. And I like my life, most of the time, but I just wish I could get a break once in a while. And I am luckier than most, with a very supportive husband and good friends. Okay, enough complaining.