As Janey nears adulthood

 I've had a very hard time getting myself to write a blog entry lately.  I think this is because next month, Janey will be 18.  She will be an adult.  It's hard to believe, as is the case with any child turning into an adult.  But in Janey's case, it's more bittersweet than it is with most children.  

I keep feeling like I need to somehow sum up Janey's childhood, to tie it up in writing.  And of course I can't.  And of course also, her 18th birthday is just a number.  To her, it won't make a difference.  She doesn't understand what it means, in any way.  To us, it's going to change things mostly just in that we need to get legal guardianship of her.  It won't change our daily life at all. But still---it feels like a milestone, or in some ways, like a deadline that has run out.

I guess there are two ways we can view Janey's childhood.  

One way, the more positive way, is that it's been a journey to acceptance, to understanding.  I can say a few things completely honestly.  Janey's intellectual disability, which is very significant, seems completely unimportant to me in terms of how I see her.  I don't think it means a lot in terms of who she is, her core personality, her Janey-ness.  I can also say that she is a joy to us, that Tony and I can't picture what our life would be without her, that we love her as much as it's possible to love someone.

I noticed as writing that last paragraph that it wasn't really about Janey.  It's about our feelings toward her.  And that is mostly because I truly have no idea how Janey feels about her life.  But I hope she would also say that as the years of her childhood went by, things got better.  We came to understand what she liked and what she didn't, we got her into schools that increasingly valued her and made her days interesting, we learned what we could ask her to do and what she wasn't going to be able to do.  I hope she is content with her life at this point.

The other way to view her childhood is, well, in some ways a tragedy, a failure.  I don't say that because it's how I feel about it, but looking at it from the outside, I am sure that some might.  She went from a two year old who talked a lot, and who despite not walking until very late, seems destined to be a typical child, to a near 18 year old who has never, ever recovered speech after her huge regression to anywhere close to her two year old level.  Academics have never really kicked in for her.  She might know a few letters and numbers here and there, but she can't write, can't read, can't do any math.  She speaks in familiar phrases, with very few exceptions.  She isn't toilet trained completely, she struggles to dress herself, she will never be able to live alone or hold a job.  She is not one of the autism-overcoming success stories that inspiring books or articles tell of.

But maybe there's a third way of looking at it.  I thought of this when seeing Facebook posts about girls she, long ago, was in preschool with. They were graduating from high school, going to proms, being valedictorians, getting accepted to college.  I might have thought, once, that this would be hard for me to see, but, in total honesty, it wasn't.  I was happy for those girls, very happy.  I didn't think about how Janey wasn't doing those things.  What kept coming into my head was "They are living their path.  Janey is living hers"

None of us live with any guarantees or certainties about how our lives will turn out.  No-one can say, when holding their precious newborn for the first time, what path that child's life will take.  What if we radically accepted that, if we were able to just celebrate what our child does do, what she brings to the world?  I'm saying this while fully admitting I can't do that totally.  Part of the reason, much of the reason, is that I don't know if Janey wants her life to be the way it is.  I just don't know that.  I will write more about my thoughts on that in another blog entries, hopefully soon.  But I will say it's not really up to me, it's not something I should say, to decide if Janey's life is a triumph or a tragedy or somewhere in-between.  And I think a source of much of my sadness when thinking about her life is that she herself can't tell me that answer.

So---I can't sum up Janey's childhood.  But I'll say this.  It's been quite a ride.  And I know it will continue to be so.  And I will continue to write about it, maybe more than I have lately, because autism doesn't end with the end of childhood.  Janey, we will be with you as long as we draw breath, and we very much hope we can give you the adulthood you deserve.

Looking back on 2012---what Janey learned, what I learned

The year ending is, of course, making me look back and try somehow to sum up 2012, and figure out what kind of a year it was for us all.  In thinking about it, I do think it was quite a year of progress for Janey in some ways, and maybe more, a year of changed thinking for me.

Janey did some real learning in 2012.  The biggest jump was in her use of technology.  Some of this she might have already known, but I realized she knew it.  She can use the iPad with ease, she can pick videos on YouTube when given a bunch of picture choices, she can get to YouTube from a Google pages with an icon of it, she can, as I just recently figured out, turn on my camera and take pictures.  In today's world, being about to use devices like the ones she can is a good sign.  She also learned more academics than in past years.  She sort of knows some letters and numbers, she will do some worksheets at school, she can write J and once in a long time, kind of write her name, she is more interested in books than in the past.  She is still not even at anywhere near a preschool level in most areas, and she might not ever be, but that is more than the past.  The summer featured a toilet training jump forward, which sadly is not still going on quite as well, maybe with the need for winter clothes and our increasing insistence that she keep clothes on, but she does use the potty at school on a semi-regular basis, and sometimes uses it at home.  In the summer, there were days when she used the potty almost all day.  She also seems very slightly to understand her feelings more.  She is learning the words for sad and angry and happy, and uses them once in a while.  She cried less this year than most---there were still long crying days, but certainly less of them.  She learned to ask for songs in the car by name, and to say "do you like that song?" quickly at the end of a song to ask me to play it again.  She usually comes back when I scream "Janey!  STOP!" if she runs from me.  The mischief Dennis the Menace phase last year has certainly lessened, although it still happens at times.

Of course, there were still a lot of frustrating areas.  I don't think Janey's talking improved at all.  She still uses speech strangely and not that well.  She asks for things, usually with pronouns reversed "Do you want a Kipper video on?" and she repeats things, with delayed echolalia still being the vast majority of what comes out of her mouth.  She almost never answers us.  She still gets frustrated hugely and cries instead of communicating often.  She has gotten bigger and looks more autistic than in the past.  She makes a sound while out in public almost all the time, her "ahhhhh-ahhhhh" sound, and flaps her hands and pulls on her eyes. People pretty much always know now she is "different".  She relates very little to kids her age.  She tries to take off her clothes at home almost all the time.  Her sleep if anything is not as good as it was.  She goes to sleep too early often, and wakes way too early. She puts things in her mouth, more than ever, actually.  Constant vigilance is required to make sure she's not mouthing anything dangerous.  She occasionally hits me, harder now that she is older.  She has days where she makes constant demands, and is furious if we don't immediately obey her.  She is still very, very autistic.  The diagnoses of low functioning autism and intellectual disability are very accurate.

And what did I learn?  I think the biggest lesson I learned was to truly feel and believe that I am the expert on Janey.  The visit with the developmental pediatrician was a turning point for me.  I realized that she did not at all know what was best for Janey, or she decided what she felt was best through a very narrow viewpoint.  I understand Janey as well as anyone can understand her.  I am no longer thinking in any way there is some expert out there who can teach me about Janey, can help me help her.  I don't think such an expert exists.  If one does, I certainly haven't found them.  I don't mean there aren't people who can teach her, can love her, can take wonderful care of her.  There are---her whole school staff, basically.  But in terms of someone who is an autism expert and can tell me how to get more out of Janey, how to "fix" her or modify her behavior or figure out what makes her tick---I am that person.  I am the expert on Janey.  It's a lonely feeling, but it's a freeing feeling too.  I've not ever been the kind of person to search for a cure, but I have believed there are people that have seen Janeys before, that can tell me what her outcome will be, can give me gems of advice that will make her life and my life easier.  I'm pretty sure now there isn't.  Like all kids with autism, like all kids without autism, in fact, she's one of a kind.  And because she's one of a kind out at the edges of the bell shaped graph, each of her traits has less other kids sharing it. People can help me teach Janey, can help me care for her, and can share my love of her, but in terms of understanding her---that's all Tony and me.

I want to add a thank you to everyone who reads this blog.  Your friendship, comments and thoughts mean the world to me.  When I write here, I feel so much less alone, and I hope I have done the same for others.  To everyone in the autism family, and those who love someone with autism, all my heartfelt best wishes for a very, very happy 2013.