Will she enjoy it? Will it benefit her?

Yesterday, on Halloween, I found myself desperately wanting to take Janey trick-or-treating.  I loved Halloween as a kid.  It was a day where everything was turned on its side, where you could go to people's houses and knock and get candy.  I loved the whole process, especially coming home with a big bag of candy and sorting it out and looking it over.  When the boys were younger, I adored taking them out on Halloween.  I read a few days ago about a local college having something called "truck or treat", where a lot of cars park and you can go from car to car trick-or-treating, and I made plans in my head to take Janey.

Yours truly, with my sister and father, on a long ago Halloween

However, we didn't go.  Janey is a very early to bed girl, and she was very tired by the time it was dark.  She was also very engaged in watching "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse", as we recently got new channels on the TV.  I struggled with myself---should I push for it?  Should I take her?

When trying to decide, I used a few questions that I've recently started to apply when deciding what activities to do with Janey.  Will she enjoy it?  Will it benefit her?

Well, she might enjoy trick-or-treating a little, but at that particular time, no.  She really doesn't get the point of it, she was tired, and when I asked her (probably over and over) she showed no interest.  She's very capable to letting us know when she wants to do something, and she just didn't want to.

As for a benefit, well, no. Chocolate is the one food we don't give her, and going someplace to get a bag of candy that most certainly would include chocolate, which we'd have to fight to keep her from eating---no.  It could be argued that she might pick up some social skills, but it's a hugely isolated set.  Most of the time, you can't go around to people's houses or cars and say "trick or treat" and then get candy.  So any argument that it would benefit her was pretty weak.

When I started applying the questions to activities, it opened my eyes.  There's a lot I'd like to do with Janey, or like to have her get to do, which frankly are things that I want her to do, not things that will give her enjoyment or benefit her.  This past spring, we tried Special Olympics for a bit.  It might be great for some kids, but for Janey?  No.  She had no interest in it.  She is not competitive, she didn't interact with other people there, she didn't get exercise from it as she wouldn't readily participate.  It was nice to get outdoors, but we could do that any time and place.  I realized it was ME who wanted her to be in it, for reasons that had little to do with Janey. 

Janey very happy, headed to the store.

I'll contrast that with an activity Janey very much enjoys and benefits from---the daily walk to the store.  The store is a convenience store near us, which changes names constantly but is currently a 7-11.  The after-school walk there is Janey's favorite ritual.  She asks for it every day.  When we get out to the driveway to start the walk, she is literally dancing with excitement.  I hold her hand and we walk the short way to the store.  She goes in and looks over the chips for a long time.  She only ever picks out the same two or three kinds in rotation, but I know how just looking over a shelf of choices can be a thrill.  When she picks her chips, I then switch the big bag she picks for an identical small bag, and we talk about how they are the same.  She takes the chips to the counter, waiting in line if she needs to, she is patient while I pay, sometimes she'll say thank you to the cashier, she gets a lot of smiles, and then we walk home.  She eats the chips in the driveway while the colony cats of the neighborhood circle her legs to get dropped chips.  She is happy and engaged.  She is also learning---learning the rules of walking along a busy street, how we exchange money for products, how we act in stores, how we treat animals---lots of things.

There are other activities Janey enjoys and benefits from---car rides with music, cooking with Daddy, picking out and putting on videos, going to the library to pick up the books I've ordered online and of course going to school, the big one. 

I wish that Janey could participate in more activities.  But the truth of it is, when I think about it, I wish that for ME.  Not for her.  Her life, when I allow myself to broaden my view of what an activity is, is pretty full already.  In this age of Facebook, I've realized that sometimes what I've wished for are Facebook photo opportunities, a little.  I'd like her to do more of the "normal" childhood things.  But she is 13.  She's growing up.  By that age, she knows what she likes and doesn't like.  I think about myself.  If I had been made to participate, at that age, in sports, or in an art class, or in a dancing class, all things I have little interest in or talent for, I would have hated it.  So they would have failed the enjoyment question.  But would they have benefited?  Truthfully, by that age, no.  I am much the same person now I was then.  I don't like sports.  I am not artistic.  I don't like to dance.  And I knew my mind by that age.  I knew my limits.  Some might argue this point, but from what I've learned from my sons, kids by that age know what drives them, and Janey is not different from other kids that way.  It's very, very easy to tell what she loves and what she doesn't.

As Janey gets older, as her own path in life starts to become more defined, I need to give her the same respect we all deserve, the same right to find her own passions.  It's even more important for me to follow her leads, because it is far too easy when a child doesn't communicate in traditional ways to impose our own will on them.  I'm going to try to often stop and ask---will she enjoy this?  Will it benefit her?---and use those answers as my guide.

Janey's Halloween

Growing up, I'd say Halloween was my favorite holiday.  I vividly remember counting the days until it arrived each year, as most people count down to Christmas or their birthday.  I loved it for the candy, of course, but also because it felt like a day that usual life took a turn.  You could go to people's houses, knock on their doors, and they would give you candy.  Since we lived in the country, my father drove us around town, and our haul was limited a bit by that, so I used to daydream about when I would have kids, and we'd live in an area with LOTS of houses, and they could trick-or-treat the night away and come home with HUGE bags of candy.  That did happen, for a few years with the boys.  But kids grow up and either don't go out any more, or go with friends instead of parents.

Janey never really warmed up to Halloween in past years.  She didn't much like dressing up, and she wasn't terribly motivated by candy.  I didn't push it.  I wished she would be interested, but she wasn't.  Last year, Halloween came right before the very worst time ever, when she was really breaking down.  We went to one house only, our next door neighbors, and she was done.  A few others years, we didn't even try trick-or-treating.

This year, I signed Janey up for a Halloween party put on the autism support organization for our area, for the 30th.  We went last weekend to get a costume.  I let Janey pick what she wanted, and she pointed to a shimmery long cape, overpriced, but I got it anyway.  I didn't get any hats or masks or other accessories, because a cape is about all I figured she'd tolerate wearing.

We went to the party last night.  It was not a hit, but not a disaster, either.  We stayed about 10 minutes.  The room was hopping with kids and adults.  We got there about half an hour after it started, which I thought would be good, as I knew Janey wouldn't want to stay the whole time (2 hours) but that might have been a mistake, as things were so crowded once we got there.  It was set up to have volunteers take the kids while the parents sat at the edges of the room.  I liked that idea, but I knew in practice it might not work with Janey, and it didn't.  The room was set up in activity stations, with the idea that each child would do an activity and then get candy at each one.  The first activity was decorating a treat bag, with coloring and writing a name and stickers.  Janey can write her name, sort of, under ideal circumstances, but not with a stranger in a noisy crowded room, and she doesn't color.  So they lost her quickly, and she ran over to us and said "want to go for a car ride?"  We tried to get her to stay a little longer, but it was obvious she was done.  In keeping with our new philosophies, we left, although I have to admit I was disappointed.  It is hard when she doesn't tolerate things that are specifically for kids with autism, and I'm always surprised how many kids with autism seem to be having a great time at them.  I love it that parties like this one are available, and I'm glad we went even for a little while, but still...it's hard sometimes when even in the world of autism, Janey stands out.

After the party, I wasn't hopeful for trick-or-treating, but I really wanted to give it a try.  First, I took Janey to our next door neighbor's house, the one house we did visit last year.  Janey has had the urge to trick-or-treat there almost every day since, and it's hard to convince her that it's a once a year thing!  So she was very happy to go back there!  They are so sweet and kind to Janey.  We are lucky with our neighbors on both sides.  Then, we went over to my friend Maryellen's house a few miles away.  I figured at least Janey would be able to trick or treat there.  Once we were there, I decided to try taking her to a few houses around their neighborhood.

And that was...wonderful!  I am still almost in tears over how well it went.  Janey was excited!  She marched eagerly along, going from house to house, taking a piece of candy, sometimes saying "trick or treat" and sometimes saying "thank you!" but always smiling and flapping with excitement and singing to herself.  Everyone noticed how happy she was, and we got absolutely nothing but positive looks and comments.  It was like a dream.  These weren't people I knew---they were Maryellen's neighbors, not mine, and they hadn't met Janey before, but they were to a person kind and sweet to her.  We went around for about 20 minutes, picking up lots of candy, and stopped while Janey was still very happy.

I think as Janey gets older, in some ways, people accept her more.  I didn't say to anyone that Janey was autistic, but I think everyone knew.  She is almost as tall as I am, she looks older than her actual age, but I held her hand all the time, and spoke for her when she didn't speak.  And when Janey is happy, there is something about her that draws people to her.  I might just be saying that because she is my daughter, but others have told me the same thing.  She is so blissfully happy, so purely happy, that others are happy being around her.

This has turned into one of my longer blog entries in a while!  I'll stop for now, and just say Happy Halloween to everyone.  And say---keep holding out hope.  When I look at how Janey did tonight, I am amazed.  It might never go this well again on Halloween, but I have tonight to remember.