Thursday, February 16, 2012
Lightening Speed
We woke up late today with just under 20 minutes to get ready for school. Normally this would result in total absolute chaos and the wailing and gnashing of teeth. It would end with me throwing Sammy over my shoulder and sitting him in his bus seat. It never ends well when we wake up late. The pressure of moving and get it done fast is usually too much for Sammy even on a good day. We have never ever had a good morning when being woken up late.
Chance once again saved the day. jumping up as usual onto Sammy's bed licking him and pulling off the covers. I told Sammy we had to move quick. He looked at me and said "is it late" when I responded yes I expected him to start flapping and squeaking. I noticed my hands had already formed fists at my side ,clenched and stressed for what was to come. Nope ...Nothing "ok, can I wear this, will kids laugh at me?" I told him his shirt was great and he got up changed his pants,put on his socks and boots and ate his breakfast. Chance did not leave his side the entire time. Sammy at his oatmeal, made a choice for his lunch bag and got his coat on to go. No issue...no argument...nothing!
Chance followed him to the fence(he hops the back fence to go to the bus with our neighbor). Chance watched him jump the fence, and waited until Sammy was in the neighbors house. He came back in and went for a nap.
Mornings like this I forget. Mornings like this make me smile, make me trust,make me believe that it all can be ok. There may be no magic bullet,
there may be no answers, but for today, I got more than I ever thought I would have.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Top Ten crazy things about me?
I found this today over at Jammie Girl . It's a top ten list. She did ten things she is superstitious about, I will do something along the same lines.
My 10 Weird- O crazy things I think about on a daily basis. I don't know If I can call them superstitious or not.Maybe more top ten ridiculous compulsions?
1. I never ever EVER eat the last bite of anything. I can't make myself do it. My grandmother once said "It's the last bite that makes you fat" She had meant it as a good thing since I was always soo itty bitty. I am the one who took that too far. I have a dog now so someone always gets my last bite. It's so bad that if my husband and I share something he waits to finish his so that he eats the last bite. Isn't he awesome!
2. I cannot drive by a trash bag without worrying that there may be a body inside. I have been known to even stop and check... hey don't judge me!
3. I cannot drink my coffee without a spoon in it For fear that something terrible may happen. I don't know, I never said these things made sense!
4. I also NEVER drink from plastic. It skeeves me out. I feel like bacteria hides in the little spaces between the plastic...ewwww. yuck
5. If someone touches their nose I have to touch my own. I am always afraid that it means I have something on my nose and no one wants to say anything.
6. I count everything in sets. I am always worried I miscounted something so I recount in sets of two. or four... and every so often ten.
7. Up until recently I could not go to the mall because the floor is in different colors and it was a pain in the ass walking on only one color.
8. I don't eat certain foods because they taste like glass(orange juice) or have other weird sensory attributes.
9. The sound of socks on the carpet , zerberts, and cotton balls rubbing together all make me vomit. I can't help it but it.makes.me.nuts!
10. I use to iron, fold, roll, and tape my underwear. Now I just fold and roll it. It's an improvement all be it a small one. I also cannot stand wrinkles and have been known to vomit if something is wrinkled. At the very very least I will cry over them.
whats your top ten today
My 10 Weird- O crazy things I think about on a daily basis. I don't know If I can call them superstitious or not.Maybe more top ten ridiculous compulsions?1. I never ever EVER eat the last bite of anything. I can't make myself do it. My grandmother once said "It's the last bite that makes you fat" She had meant it as a good thing since I was always soo itty bitty. I am the one who took that too far. I have a dog now so someone always gets my last bite. It's so bad that if my husband and I share something he waits to finish his so that he eats the last bite. Isn't he awesome!
2. I cannot drive by a trash bag without worrying that there may be a body inside. I have been known to even stop and check... hey don't judge me!
3. I cannot drink my coffee without a spoon in it For fear that something terrible may happen. I don't know, I never said these things made sense!
4. I also NEVER drink from plastic. It skeeves me out. I feel like bacteria hides in the little spaces between the plastic...ewwww. yuck
5. If someone touches their nose I have to touch my own. I am always afraid that it means I have something on my nose and no one wants to say anything.
6. I count everything in sets. I am always worried I miscounted something so I recount in sets of two. or four... and every so often ten.
7. Up until recently I could not go to the mall because the floor is in different colors and it was a pain in the ass walking on only one color.
8. I don't eat certain foods because they taste like glass(orange juice) or have other weird sensory attributes.
9. The sound of socks on the carpet , zerberts, and cotton balls rubbing together all make me vomit. I can't help it but it.makes.me.nuts!
10. I use to iron, fold, roll, and tape my underwear. Now I just fold and roll it. It's an improvement all be it a small one. I also cannot stand wrinkles and have been known to vomit if something is wrinkled. At the very very least I will cry over them.
whats your top ten today
Monday, February 13, 2012
My Heart Monday
Our run of happy mornings since getting Chance have ended. This morning was rough to start. He did settle down after I put his clothes on. It wasn't nearly as bad as it had been before but were just over one week in.
I try to make his mornings as easy as possible, but he really hates going to school. He fights it all the time. He begs me to home school him. I can't, for both of us , that isn't an option.
It has me thinking, what is it about school that he hates so much? Is it the work? Is it the bus ride? Is it the noise? Is it the smell of the classroom? Is it something I haven't thought of?
Having autism can be pretty tricky for some kids. It's like being a MAC in a PC world. I am sure there are so many little things about the world around him that make no sense. I can put money on it. I can't possibly have thought of everything.
What is it that I am missing? He seems so sad each day he realizes it is a school day. It's like getting up each morning and hating your job, but knowing you have no choice. It breaks my heart to see him struggle like this, at the same time I get it. It's even tougher since I can't actually DO anything about it! I am powerless and frustrated. I feel a lot like Sammy I guess. Damn it why does this have to be so hard?
I try to make his mornings as easy as possible, but he really hates going to school. He fights it all the time. He begs me to home school him. I can't, for both of us , that isn't an option.
It has me thinking, what is it about school that he hates so much? Is it the work? Is it the bus ride? Is it the noise? Is it the smell of the classroom? Is it something I haven't thought of?
Having autism can be pretty tricky for some kids. It's like being a MAC in a PC world. I am sure there are so many little things about the world around him that make no sense. I can put money on it. I can't possibly have thought of everything.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Cuddle Bug
I have been crabbing lately about Sammy and his disconnecting from us. Last night I decided to push the issue a bit. If he doesn't want to be part of my world I will put myself in his.
Last night Daniel and I had to run to the store. We needed milk and yogurt and cheese. We planned on leaving the older kids in charge of Sammy and taking Grace with us. Nate was fast asleep. Sammy popped up off the couch and told us "I am coming too" and quickly got dressed. OK! how could I say no. He came to the store, he pushed the cart and helped me put things in. I tried to engage him with each thing. I prompted him to smell fruit, we weighed broccoli, we picked out GF waffles. He only wandered a little a few times and I was able to redirect him back over to us. I had fun with him. Daniel even taught him about scratch tickets in the vending machine (ohh the things men teach their children).
He was awake and in my bed when I got upstairs playing on Daniel's phone. I put the phone away and asked him to cuddle. He was ok with it but said he was not going to sleep. What happened next was nothing short of magically and exactly what we BOTH needed!
He wrapped his arms around my head and played with my hair. He snuggled in close and told me he loved me... like a banana! he kissed my eyebrows and fell asleep cuddled up with me.
Thank you Lord I needed this so much.
This morning however right back to where we were. I will take those moments and hold on to them. It's the only thing getting me through today.
He was awake and in my bed when I got upstairs playing on Daniel's phone. I put the phone away and asked him to cuddle. He was ok with it but said he was not going to sleep. What happened next was nothing short of magically and exactly what we BOTH needed!
He wrapped his arms around my head and played with my hair. He snuggled in close and told me he loved me... like a banana! he kissed my eyebrows and fell asleep cuddled up with me.
Thank you Lord I needed this so much.
This morning however right back to where we were. I will take those moments and hold on to them. It's the only thing getting me through today.
Friday, February 10, 2012
This Moment
{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.
started by SouleMama
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Loosing Ground
Sammy's school called home, to be more exact, his principle called. He has been refusing to work at school, he has been refusing to work at home. He seems sad all the time. I have had a really hard time connecting with him like I normally do.
Sammy also threatened to kill himself at school. She said that since Christmas break he hasn't been himself. He hasn't been able to connect on any level lately. The dog seems to be helping be more joyful at home and seems to be helping him connect to the dog, but not to anyone or anything else. I am at a loss. I don't really know how to help him.
The only thing I can think of is that the death of his "buddy" next door has really wounded him. I knew he was sad but I didn't know it was this bad. He is overwhelmed with his school work.
He is good at math. He knows his math facts, he can do them pretty quickly. They just started 2 digit addition and he freaks out every time he sees the papers. They are now trying to give him one problem at a time on a white board thinking it may be a figure ground issue. I just hope we figure out something that works for him.
I miss happy Sammy. I miss his smile. Please Lord, help us find a way back to the sunshine.
Sammy also threatened to kill himself at school. She said that since Christmas break he hasn't been himself. He hasn't been able to connect on any level lately. The dog seems to be helping be more joyful at home and seems to be helping him connect to the dog, but not to anyone or anything else. I am at a loss. I don't really know how to help him.
The only thing I can think of is that the death of his "buddy" next door has really wounded him. I knew he was sad but I didn't know it was this bad. He is overwhelmed with his school work.
He is good at math. He knows his math facts, he can do them pretty quickly. They just started 2 digit addition and he freaks out every time he sees the papers. They are now trying to give him one problem at a time on a white board thinking it may be a figure ground issue. I just hope we figure out something that works for him.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
statistics, stress, hope, and inspiration
I don't FEEL like writing today. I don't want to, but I will anyway.
The stress of having a child with special needs is supposed to increase the risk of divorce. So many studies now say that the 80% divorce rate is just bunk and nothing more than fear and poorly preformed studies. Regardless of the outcome of studies, percentages, or figures one thing is absolutely true. Parents of kids with special needs, multiples, and medically fragile or sick kids have more stress. It's not a pissing contest, it's just fact. that added stress makes already difficult dynamics of raising children like navigating a war zone. Blow-ups happen, it's like a blister that is bound to pop and ooze. No one can do it all the time and every so often, people loose control.
What happens after those moments is what makes or breaks things. Decisions and kind words go a long way. Sometimes, an outsider may be necessary to facilitate the healing needed for the family unit. One person can't do it all in even the best of circumstances, 2 people can even when it's hard.
So how do you handle the stress of having a child who just needs MORE? How do you let go? Do you Ever have meltdowns? What do you say or do for your loved ones, when you go too far? Is I am Sorry enough?
I know I can be a loose cannon some days. I don't imagine I am very easy to live with, but I try really hard to get it all right. I am learning to let go. I am learning to trust in the Lord for my mental health. I am getting help. Reading, knitting, and exercise all seem to help me feel better. I also love to bake, and sometimes I just write. Music and prayer and deep meditation help me so much but peace is often hard to come by in a house with 5 kids.
I'll leave with you with this thought... we were MADE to be COURAGEOUS... are you?
The stress of having a child with special needs is supposed to increase the risk of divorce. So many studies now say that the 80% divorce rate is just bunk and nothing more than fear and poorly preformed studies. Regardless of the outcome of studies, percentages, or figures one thing is absolutely true. Parents of kids with special needs, multiples, and medically fragile or sick kids have more stress. It's not a pissing contest, it's just fact. that added stress makes already difficult dynamics of raising children like navigating a war zone. Blow-ups happen, it's like a blister that is bound to pop and ooze. No one can do it all the time and every so often, people loose control.
What happens after those moments is what makes or breaks things. Decisions and kind words go a long way. Sometimes, an outsider may be necessary to facilitate the healing needed for the family unit. One person can't do it all in even the best of circumstances, 2 people can even when it's hard.
So how do you handle the stress of having a child who just needs MORE? How do you let go? Do you Ever have meltdowns? What do you say or do for your loved ones, when you go too far? Is I am Sorry enough?
I know I can be a loose cannon some days. I don't imagine I am very easy to live with, but I try really hard to get it all right. I am learning to let go. I am learning to trust in the Lord for my mental health. I am getting help. Reading, knitting, and exercise all seem to help me feel better. I also love to bake, and sometimes I just write. Music and prayer and deep meditation help me so much but peace is often hard to come by in a house with 5 kids.
I'll leave with you with this thought... we were MADE to be COURAGEOUS... are you?
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Puppy Love
It hasn't even been a week yet but Sammy is in love. This is Chance. He was surrendered by my brothers friend. He is housebroken and behaves pretty well. He is a BIG dog. He looks my four year old in the eye. He thinks my bed is his too and follows Sammy like..well a puppy. We don't think he is more than 2 years old.
He started out with such a sad life. He was kept in a crate for a long time and was an absolute mess. He was over 6 months old when he learned to walk. He was neglected and who knows what else. He was then adopted by my brother's friend. He took care of him well enough but just couldn't keep him or afford to feed him. So, Chance was brought to my mom's and then here. He is such a sweet dog. very love starved and in need of constant reassurance.
Every time Sam gets into trouble he takes the dog upstairs with him, so he doesn't even fight it anymore. Every day since Chance came into our lives he has gotten up and gotten dressed after being woken by the dog. I hope and pray this isn't like other things that quickly fade away. I hope having Chance continues to be as awesome as it has been this week!
Monday, February 6, 2012
Big Girls Don't Cry
Something is wrong with me. I am not someone that cries. Lately though, I cry at everything. I drop something tears, look in the mirror,tears... you name it , tears!
Perhaps it is the stress of my world spinning just a little too fast perhaps it's just my inability to cope with the day to day. So many people live lives worse than mine and yet here I sit,crying. I can't help it lately. I can't breath. It isn't even the autism that is making it the issue. It's Tyler's surgery and my flooded kitchen, and my messy house, and my lack of funds. I feel like I can't breath. I feel like I am standing on jello trying to balance a peanut on my nose. I am tired.
Perhaps the years of dealing with Sammy have just become so heavy that I can no longer fight it. I have been weakened like the underpinnings of an antique farm house placed on the edge of the ocean. Autism is my ocean and apparently not only can I not swim it but I also cannot build beside it.
I am constantly anxious. My heart will randomly begin beating in a fight or flight response to nothing in the room. Quiet makes me uneasy, noise makes me uneasy, I make MYSELF uneasy. I am cranky and judgmental with everyone. I snapped at my husband more times in the last few weeks than I have in the last 10 years. I am frustrated and sad and anxious all the time. I feel muddled and sad. Did I mention I feel sad? I know the winter time is so hard because of the lack of light. I wish I could hibernate.
I just can't get myself out of this funk.
I think I need help. I am ashamed to admit I NEED help. I don't know where to start I don't know where to turn and I am embarrassed by it. I pride myself on being stoic and tough. I grew up being told that I was melodramatic and since have made every attempt to not be so "melodramatic" for fear that I would be made fun of . It's funny how sometimes the littlest things stick with you isn't it.I don't often show emotions to anyone, unless you count anger. That one I have no issue with *sigh*
This is so hard to admit to anyone that can even make a difference, so I put it here. I don't really know what else to do. I don't know where to start. I miss being happy and feeling in control. I hate that I keep crying over stupid things that make no sense. I feel like I am underwater. I can't breath.
I have everything in the world to be happy about. I have a great house, a wonderful husband, an incredible family, beautiful kids,smart kids, compassionate kids. I have food in the fridge and now a wonderful dog(more about that later)
So where do I start?
Perhaps it is the stress of my world spinning just a little too fast perhaps it's just my inability to cope with the day to day. So many people live lives worse than mine and yet here I sit,crying. I can't help it lately. I can't breath. It isn't even the autism that is making it the issue. It's Tyler's surgery and my flooded kitchen, and my messy house, and my lack of funds. I feel like I can't breath. I feel like I am standing on jello trying to balance a peanut on my nose. I am tired.
I am constantly anxious. My heart will randomly begin beating in a fight or flight response to nothing in the room. Quiet makes me uneasy, noise makes me uneasy, I make MYSELF uneasy. I am cranky and judgmental with everyone. I snapped at my husband more times in the last few weeks than I have in the last 10 years. I am frustrated and sad and anxious all the time. I feel muddled and sad. Did I mention I feel sad? I know the winter time is so hard because of the lack of light. I wish I could hibernate.
I just can't get myself out of this funk.
I think I need help. I am ashamed to admit I NEED help. I don't know where to start I don't know where to turn and I am embarrassed by it. I pride myself on being stoic and tough. I grew up being told that I was melodramatic and since have made every attempt to not be so "melodramatic" for fear that I would be made fun of . It's funny how sometimes the littlest things stick with you isn't it.I don't often show emotions to anyone, unless you count anger. That one I have no issue with *sigh*
This is so hard to admit to anyone that can even make a difference, so I put it here. I don't really know what else to do. I don't know where to start. I miss being happy and feeling in control. I hate that I keep crying over stupid things that make no sense. I feel like I am underwater. I can't breath.
I have everything in the world to be happy about. I have a great house, a wonderful husband, an incredible family, beautiful kids,smart kids, compassionate kids. I have food in the fridge and now a wonderful dog(more about that later)
So where do I start?
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Life Without Parole
Daniel and I were headed off to Cohasset for a tournament just a few weeks ago. We drove through an area I knew like the back of my hand. I had driven the road every weekday for 2.5 years. I sat in the passenger side staring out the window and Daniel asked " brings back memories doesn't it?" The moment he said it I suddenly couldn't breath. I began crying. Dan got it and softly asked "It's a reminder of the cell your in?"
yes
My life was so different then, not better mind you, just different. It was life before Sammy. I cannot say life before autism since my oldest has Aspergers. I just never worried about Tyler the way I worry about Sammy. I always felt Tyler would be just fine. I was right, he is doing so well.
My life then was only 2 children. I was in and out of court with my ex-husband, dealing with craziness of people on that side and trying to repair my life. I was sleeping on a couch in the house of a friend, while her boyfriend moved in and payed nothing. My children were cramped in a tiny bedroom with 2 other kids. I had no money. I had nothing really. I moved to an attic apartment in my Aunt's house and my boys loved it there. My children and my boyfriend(now my husband) couldn't be in the same room thanks to a weird court order. My boyfriend and I would sit together in the driveway after the children went to sleep every day. I was lost and without direction. I was discovering who my true friends were and who was just along for the ride. I was unstable, unmovable and far too stoic most days. I felt like I constantly had to watch over my shoulder. That was the cell I was in those days. That was my prison, but at least I knew I had a release date. Even if I didn't know when, I knew it wouldn't last forever.
Now, it's a different cell, with a different warden. I have no release date. I have a peace now though. I feel like I am where I should be. How far my life has come. It's like the pendulum swung to far the other way. My family is a a blessing and I love them all. This life now is better, but it's harder. There is more pressure to preform, more pressure to get it right. Everyone in the world knows how hard divorce and custody can be. The same can't be said for autism. I feel more isolated. I feel more as though every day I am under attack. Which isn't so different from where I was then but now it's a 7 year old child and not a crazy ex. I wake up every day uncertain of how much opposition I will meet. I can't breath, it's like going into battle. I guess I have always been inside a cell, I just switched wardens. Luckily I really love this warden!
I guess the difference is now, I have life without parole?
yes
My life was so different then, not better mind you, just different. It was life before Sammy. I cannot say life before autism since my oldest has Aspergers. I just never worried about Tyler the way I worry about Sammy. I always felt Tyler would be just fine. I was right, he is doing so well.
My life then was only 2 children. I was in and out of court with my ex-husband, dealing with craziness of people on that side and trying to repair my life. I was sleeping on a couch in the house of a friend, while her boyfriend moved in and payed nothing. My children were cramped in a tiny bedroom with 2 other kids. I had no money. I had nothing really. I moved to an attic apartment in my Aunt's house and my boys loved it there. My children and my boyfriend(now my husband) couldn't be in the same room thanks to a weird court order. My boyfriend and I would sit together in the driveway after the children went to sleep every day. I was lost and without direction. I was discovering who my true friends were and who was just along for the ride. I was unstable, unmovable and far too stoic most days. I felt like I constantly had to watch over my shoulder. That was the cell I was in those days. That was my prison, but at least I knew I had a release date. Even if I didn't know when, I knew it wouldn't last forever.
Now, it's a different cell, with a different warden. I have no release date. I have a peace now though. I feel like I am where I should be. How far my life has come. It's like the pendulum swung to far the other way. My family is a a blessing and I love them all. This life now is better, but it's harder. There is more pressure to preform, more pressure to get it right. Everyone in the world knows how hard divorce and custody can be. The same can't be said for autism. I feel more isolated. I feel more as though every day I am under attack. Which isn't so different from where I was then but now it's a 7 year old child and not a crazy ex. I wake up every day uncertain of how much opposition I will meet. I can't breath, it's like going into battle. I guess I have always been inside a cell, I just switched wardens. Luckily I really love this warden!
I guess the difference is now, I have life without parole?
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Follow up for Amelia
Parents: Transplant for disabled girl now a possibility at CHOP | Philadelphia Inquirer | 01/31/2012:
'via Blog this'
Some of you may have read my post a while back about the little girl who was denied a transplant based on her developmental disability. The doctor they met with felt that she should not have a transplant and therefor would not recommend the transplant to the board.
What followed was an incredible outcry from the special needs community. The hastag #TeamAmelia popped up and people began posting. Sunday Stilwell created a petition over at change.org and over 35,000 poeople have signed it.
The hospital has met with the parents and has agreed to look into it further. check out the article. It gives me hope for little Miss Amelia.
'via Blog this'
Some of you may have read my post a while back about the little girl who was denied a transplant based on her developmental disability. The doctor they met with felt that she should not have a transplant and therefor would not recommend the transplant to the board.
What followed was an incredible outcry from the special needs community. The hastag #TeamAmelia popped up and people began posting. Sunday Stilwell created a petition over at change.org and over 35,000 poeople have signed it.
The hospital has met with the parents and has agreed to look into it further. check out the article. It gives me hope for little Miss Amelia.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
quiet
My mom took Sam and Nate last night. We had planned this for a week so that we could go up to the vocational tournaments this weekend. We obviously aren't going now that Tyler has been hurt and is out for the season. He is thankfully feeling a little better than he was on Wednesday when it happened. But it's just Grace, AJ and Tyler home with us right now and it is so quiet.
It's weird, I feel guilty enjoying the quiet. I have a long list of things I want to get done before they come home tonight. Laundry and vacuuming, reorganizing the playroom and the basement. So many things I want to do, but instead I am drinking my coffee and writing. I am relaxing. It feels almost sinful to be chilling out when there is so much to do.
Today is my oxygen mask. Today it's about me. Today I get a break from the pull of what autism has done to this family. I don't have to worry about how I say things. Today I can breath. It's about damn time , don't you think?
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Wonderful Night
It's chaotic here right now with Tyler being injured. Sammy was with us yesterday at the hospital and got really upset when Tyler cried out because of the pain. So you can imagine my surprise when time for home work came and he actually did it!
It was 10 sentences and both Daniel and I groaned figuring it would be a big fight. We were prepared to scribe if need be but had him start anyway.
1. I buy 10 pesisuv cholit.
2. I sat by my frendonthe bus.
3. I threw a Big fat ceachboll.
4. I went through the Porck.
5. I went on the plane.
6. I ate Plain yogrte .( he drew an arrow from the letter e to the letter o to say that it should have gone there)
7. I write a Big letrto my mommy and mu DADDy.
8. I digda Heooghole in my back yord.
9. I ate the whole intrtire Kack.
he skipped one but that is fine. I am so really proud of him!
Can you make out what he wrote?
It was 10 sentences and both Daniel and I groaned figuring it would be a big fight. We were prepared to scribe if need be but had him start anyway.
1. I buy 10 pesisuv cholit.
2. I sat by my frendonthe bus.
3. I threw a Big fat ceachboll.
4. I went through the Porck.
5. I went on the plane.
6. I ate Plain yogrte .( he drew an arrow from the letter e to the letter o to say that it should have gone there)
7. I write a Big letrto my mommy and mu DADDy.
8. I digda Heooghole in my back yord.
9. I ate the whole intrtire Kack.
he skipped one but that is fine. I am so really proud of him!
Can you make out what he wrote?
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
All is well
I am so blessed. My boy AJ is OK. We will wait and see with the lump on his rib. It doesn't look like anything that needs immediate attention. The ribs grow along the front side of the rib where they go from solidified bone to cartilage. The lump is directly on that growth plate which is not terribly uncommon when kids like AJ hit a spurt. It's just taking his bones a little longer to catch up.
His back is more complicated. He doesn't qualify for a dx of scoliosis since the curves in his spine are not severe enough. However he does have an issue with his spine that needs attention. PT and exercise for the next 3 months and then a recheck.
I feel blessed
His back is more complicated. He doesn't qualify for a dx of scoliosis since the curves in his spine are not severe enough. However he does have an issue with his spine that needs attention. PT and exercise for the next 3 months and then a recheck.
I feel blessed
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Prayers Wanted
There is so much I could be blogging about with Sammy.
His sudden paralyzing fear of the stairs while wearing socks.
The extreme refusal to do anything difficult.
His request for a day off or early dismissal every.single.day.
His obsession with Star Wars Lego (which I am now addicted to as well).
None of those things really matter today, because today isn't about him. My son AJ noticed a lump in his chest a while back. we didn't think anything of it. We did show it to the doctor at his physical and they sent us for an ultrasound. The ultrasound raised red flags. We know now it isn't vascular and it isn't soft tissue. We know it's attached to his actual rib and it does not show up on X-ray. We don't know what it is or why it's there. The pediatrician has referred us to Boston Children's Hospital for a surgery consult. I am a nervous wreck. The doctor did say that he doesn't "think" it's cancer, that it "probably" is something benign, but that we really should err on the side of caution and check it out. That.scares.me.
AJ is also being seen by the spine and scoliosis clinic. His thoracic spine has a visible curve to the right shoulder. His back always hurts him, poor kid.
I guess my fear is that after all this boy has been through in his life. I keep thinking about all the things he fought through and survived, the times he has shocked doctors with quick recoveries, the times when the doctors couldn't quite understand how or why he recovered, and wondering if our luck is going to run out. Has he played his hand too well. No one wins 100% of the time right? What if what if what if...
I would like to believe that just having a child with special needs changes the odds for my family. That lightening can only strike so many times. I know that isn't true. I see it in my circle all the time. I KNOW what can happen. Just because our family has one cross to bear doesn't mean we wont be handed another. In fact it means exactly bubkis. It means nothing. So I am scared. I don't know what they will say today. The logical part of me says it's fine, it's nothing...but my stomach is still in knots.
So if you have a second say a quick prayer for AJ and if you don't pray then send us some good energy or whatever. It's all a plus really
His sudden paralyzing fear of the stairs while wearing socks.
The extreme refusal to do anything difficult.
His request for a day off or early dismissal every.single.day.
His obsession with Star Wars Lego (which I am now addicted to as well).
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| AJ rocking the "hawk" at 8 |
None of those things really matter today, because today isn't about him. My son AJ noticed a lump in his chest a while back. we didn't think anything of it. We did show it to the doctor at his physical and they sent us for an ultrasound. The ultrasound raised red flags. We know now it isn't vascular and it isn't soft tissue. We know it's attached to his actual rib and it does not show up on X-ray. We don't know what it is or why it's there. The pediatrician has referred us to Boston Children's Hospital for a surgery consult. I am a nervous wreck. The doctor did say that he doesn't "think" it's cancer, that it "probably" is something benign, but that we really should err on the side of caution and check it out. That.scares.me.
AJ is also being seen by the spine and scoliosis clinic. His thoracic spine has a visible curve to the right shoulder. His back always hurts him, poor kid.
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| AJ at the soccer banquet at 13 |
I guess my fear is that after all this boy has been through in his life. I keep thinking about all the things he fought through and survived, the times he has shocked doctors with quick recoveries, the times when the doctors couldn't quite understand how or why he recovered, and wondering if our luck is going to run out. Has he played his hand too well. No one wins 100% of the time right? What if what if what if...
I would like to believe that just having a child with special needs changes the odds for my family. That lightening can only strike so many times. I know that isn't true. I see it in my circle all the time. I KNOW what can happen. Just because our family has one cross to bear doesn't mean we wont be handed another. In fact it means exactly bubkis. It means nothing. So I am scared. I don't know what they will say today. The logical part of me says it's fine, it's nothing...but my stomach is still in knots.
So if you have a second say a quick prayer for AJ and if you don't pray then send us some good energy or whatever. It's all a plus really
Saturday, January 21, 2012
To Whom it Does not Concern
To you~
You may not agree and you may not understand, but you also do not live this life. Your words play on every insecurity I have as a mother of a child like Sammy. But understand my drear. I don't make this happen, I do not make this up and I don't wish this on anyone.
Do you understand what Autism is? Do understand that nothing I do makes this happen. I didn't teach him not to talk until he was over 4. I didn't teach him to flap his hands and walk on his toes. I didn't teach him to wake at 3 am and scream over the pajamas he was wearing. By the way Sir he still does that today. Sometimes he gets so frustrated that he cannot access the words he has, so he just stands there. Screaming. He sometimes gets so frustrated and angry that he hurts himself. As a mother you do everything you can to protect your child from being hurt by anyone...what do I do then when the person hurting my child...is my child? Do you really think I create this? Do you really think I want my sweet angel boy to live like this?
Do you have any idea what it's like to live a day in my shoes? I wake at 3 am to fight with a child about pajamas or video games.I still have to physically dress my 7 year old child. I still have to wipe him after he goes to the bathroom. Am I babying him? Maybe, but it beats the meltdowns that spill over to derail the entire house. He screams at the top of the stairs because he is afraid they might be wet. He cries if it rains or snows and refuses to leave the house. He goes to school, refuses to work and gets in trouble on the bus. I am not there while he is at school. He runs away at the bus stop, tears through peoples yards , no matter how many times we tell him not to. He collects dryer lint and is obsessed with Lego blocks. He strips his clothes as he walks in the door. He has worn underwear exactly 3 times in the last 12 months. He eats in seconds and twiddles his fork. He flaps and screams while doing his homework. In the last week he has looked me in the eyes one.single.time. At 7 he still sometimes calls me dad. He runs through the house almost hysterical until we force him to sit still so he can sleep. We finally get him to sleep just to start over again in a few hours.
I am not with him at school but he still acts this way. I know I am pretty cool but really I am not so amazing that I can convince doctors of this. A TEAM of doctors all concur that he has autism. His school team, agrees that he has autism. I can show you the test scores if you like. He is AUTISTIC damn it. I don't make it up. I don't make it happen.
At least now I know where we stand and will limit my time accordingly. I am hurt beyond words. You may never know that this is to you, but that doesn't matter. I have to get this out. I am so sorry that you are so small minded that you can't see how we struggle. I hope and pray that you never know these bitter tears. I hope and pray that you never have an autistic child. Because , right now, this doesn't concern you, and I hope it never really does. Your ignorance frightens me.
You may not agree and you may not understand, but you also do not live this life. Your words play on every insecurity I have as a mother of a child like Sammy. But understand my drear. I don't make this happen, I do not make this up and I don't wish this on anyone.
Do you understand what Autism is? Do understand that nothing I do makes this happen. I didn't teach him not to talk until he was over 4. I didn't teach him to flap his hands and walk on his toes. I didn't teach him to wake at 3 am and scream over the pajamas he was wearing. By the way Sir he still does that today. Sometimes he gets so frustrated that he cannot access the words he has, so he just stands there. Screaming. He sometimes gets so frustrated and angry that he hurts himself. As a mother you do everything you can to protect your child from being hurt by anyone...what do I do then when the person hurting my child...is my child? Do you really think I create this? Do you really think I want my sweet angel boy to live like this?
Do you have any idea what it's like to live a day in my shoes? I wake at 3 am to fight with a child about pajamas or video games.I still have to physically dress my 7 year old child. I still have to wipe him after he goes to the bathroom. Am I babying him? Maybe, but it beats the meltdowns that spill over to derail the entire house. He screams at the top of the stairs because he is afraid they might be wet. He cries if it rains or snows and refuses to leave the house. He goes to school, refuses to work and gets in trouble on the bus. I am not there while he is at school. He runs away at the bus stop, tears through peoples yards , no matter how many times we tell him not to. He collects dryer lint and is obsessed with Lego blocks. He strips his clothes as he walks in the door. He has worn underwear exactly 3 times in the last 12 months. He eats in seconds and twiddles his fork. He flaps and screams while doing his homework. In the last week he has looked me in the eyes one.single.time. At 7 he still sometimes calls me dad. He runs through the house almost hysterical until we force him to sit still so he can sleep. We finally get him to sleep just to start over again in a few hours.
I am not with him at school but he still acts this way. I know I am pretty cool but really I am not so amazing that I can convince doctors of this. A TEAM of doctors all concur that he has autism. His school team, agrees that he has autism. I can show you the test scores if you like. He is AUTISTIC damn it. I don't make it up. I don't make it happen.
At least now I know where we stand and will limit my time accordingly. I am hurt beyond words. You may never know that this is to you, but that doesn't matter. I have to get this out. I am so sorry that you are so small minded that you can't see how we struggle. I hope and pray that you never know these bitter tears. I hope and pray that you never have an autistic child. Because , right now, this doesn't concern you, and I hope it never really does. Your ignorance frightens me.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Dreaming
Sammy has come into my bed here and there over the last year. It doesn't happen often anymore but it does still happen. Last night was one of those nights. I woke to his hand against my back, fingers splayed and his nose against my shoulder. It's his plugged in posture. So very rare for him to connect to me. It's been a long time since he felt the need to be "plugged in". As soon as he woke a bit and I woke too the hands were down and his face was mushed into the pillow.
It seems my boy had a nightmare. It was enough that it forced him from his comfort into my space. It ripped him from where he likes to be ,out of his comfort zone, into my energy to reassure him. He NEEDED me to be there and he NEEDED me to be close. I was his comfort. I can count on one hand when that statement has been true.
Turns out his favorite phrase " I hate you mom ,I hope you die" came true in his dream. Both his sister and I died. He was distraught and perplexed by the feelings that overtook him. He was heartbroken and tearful.
He almost said it again today, but he stopped and Said " I hate you, and I hope you... don't die! But I'm really MAD you ruined my life"
I may not be able to win them all but I do think I won this one
It seems my boy had a nightmare. It was enough that it forced him from his comfort into my space. It ripped him from where he likes to be ,out of his comfort zone, into my energy to reassure him. He NEEDED me to be there and he NEEDED me to be close. I was his comfort. I can count on one hand when that statement has been true.
Turns out his favorite phrase " I hate you mom ,I hope you die" came true in his dream. Both his sister and I died. He was distraught and perplexed by the feelings that overtook him. He was heartbroken and tearful.
He almost said it again today, but he stopped and Said " I hate you, and I hope you... don't die! But I'm really MAD you ruined my life"
I may not be able to win them all but I do think I won this one
Monday, January 16, 2012
My Heart Monday
I sat with you last night with my nose buried in your fluffy soft blond hair. You always smell the same, even after a bath. It's something that is and has always been uniquely you. It makes me smile and I know someday you will be bigger than I am. That day is coming fast. How I miss your walk, and your silly dances. How I miss the happy you on the dark and stormy nights. My focus is shifting to a different goal for you. I am learning to accept this little by little each day. Please love be patient with me. It is so hard to release where I thought we would be
Some days my darling boy I miss you much it hurts.I remember the tiny baby you were nestled in my arms. The baby you were before you learned how to push away,move,run. The child you were before you autism closed you in a little glass case. Your eyes were always different and I never understood that, until you were older and we were told. I miss kissing your face without you squirming away. I miss holding you against my skin and drinking you up like cold water on a summer night. Kissing your curls and breathing you deeply. I miss the tiny baby that needed me.
I want to hold you and not be pushed away. I want a hug, a real one, without asking every day. Instead I get a peppering of them throughout our lives. Feast or famine they say, and this is no different. I may not get all the hugs and kisses I want but I have come to see your affection in the subtle things you say and do. I see it when you lean on me while you play Wii. I see it when you reach your foot under the dinner table and rest it against my leg tapping just sets of three. The moment you tip toe dance and giggle when I catch you unraveling my toilet paper for the hundredth time. the pieces of your snacks that leave on my computer, for me. Small moments that I hold so tightly, I fear they will shatter in my hand as a glass bird.The beauty of each moment overwhelming me like ocean waves upon a grain of sand.
For many days and many nights I mourned the loss of the boy I thought you would be. I cried for the boy I had imagined sitting beside me coloring pictures and making sandcastles. I cried bitter tears for a child that said my name and called for me as I left the room, helped me in the kitchen, and snuggled beside me to sleep. I sighed softly at the idea of having a boy that enjoyed my company, knew his letters and numbers,sang little nursery rhymes and said "I love you". I cried because none of that was to be had. Instead I had a boy whose whole world was parallel to mine, with locked doors and no windows.
But now; now young man I celebrate the boy you are. The moments of sunshine and rainbows. I smile and I thank God for you and your elaborate ideas that only you seem to understand. I praise the moment of joy and laughter that are sometimes few and far between. I pledge to help make more of those moments. I was able to hear the words I longed for. I am watching as you learn how to read and sing simple little songs. I love that you help me in the kitchen even if it is only to steal bites of cheese. I applaud your battles each day to enjoy,live,breath and teach the world around you,as only you can. You my son are a shining star and for that I am eternally blessed.
I don't know where our lives are going my sunshine boy, I only know that together, it will be OK. I need for you to trust me. I need you to know, my darling boy, that every moment with you I am blessed beyond belief. My darling Sam, you are a ray of light into my day even when you are a little black rain cloud. I am blessed and honored to be your mother. Be patient with me my boy, it's only love that fuels me.
Some days my darling boy I miss you much it hurts.I remember the tiny baby you were nestled in my arms. The baby you were before you learned how to push away,move,run. The child you were before you autism closed you in a little glass case. Your eyes were always different and I never understood that, until you were older and we were told. I miss kissing your face without you squirming away. I miss holding you against my skin and drinking you up like cold water on a summer night. Kissing your curls and breathing you deeply. I miss the tiny baby that needed me.
I want to hold you and not be pushed away. I want a hug, a real one, without asking every day. Instead I get a peppering of them throughout our lives. Feast or famine they say, and this is no different. I may not get all the hugs and kisses I want but I have come to see your affection in the subtle things you say and do. I see it when you lean on me while you play Wii. I see it when you reach your foot under the dinner table and rest it against my leg tapping just sets of three. The moment you tip toe dance and giggle when I catch you unraveling my toilet paper for the hundredth time. the pieces of your snacks that leave on my computer, for me. Small moments that I hold so tightly, I fear they will shatter in my hand as a glass bird.The beauty of each moment overwhelming me like ocean waves upon a grain of sand.
For many days and many nights I mourned the loss of the boy I thought you would be. I cried for the boy I had imagined sitting beside me coloring pictures and making sandcastles. I cried bitter tears for a child that said my name and called for me as I left the room, helped me in the kitchen, and snuggled beside me to sleep. I sighed softly at the idea of having a boy that enjoyed my company, knew his letters and numbers,sang little nursery rhymes and said "I love you". I cried because none of that was to be had. Instead I had a boy whose whole world was parallel to mine, with locked doors and no windows.
But now; now young man I celebrate the boy you are. The moments of sunshine and rainbows. I smile and I thank God for you and your elaborate ideas that only you seem to understand. I praise the moment of joy and laughter that are sometimes few and far between. I pledge to help make more of those moments. I was able to hear the words I longed for. I am watching as you learn how to read and sing simple little songs. I love that you help me in the kitchen even if it is only to steal bites of cheese. I applaud your battles each day to enjoy,live,breath and teach the world around you,as only you can. You my son are a shining star and for that I am eternally blessed.
I don't know where our lives are going my sunshine boy, I only know that together, it will be OK. I need for you to trust me. I need you to know, my darling boy, that every moment with you I am blessed beyond belief. My darling Sam, you are a ray of light into my day even when you are a little black rain cloud. I am blessed and honored to be your mother. Be patient with me my boy, it's only love that fuels me.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
How Is THIS Legal
Brick Walls | wolfhirschhorn.org:
'via Blog this'
'via Blog this'
It takes a bit to ruffle my feathers this much. I am so ANGRY I even considered using profanity in this post. Don't worry I won't. I am so angry after reading that article up there that my hands are shaking. I had to actually wait to post this because I am IRATE. My heart is pounding in my ears. It isn't even my child we are talking about here... but it is ,you know?
Because today it's a transplant team refusing to treat a child with developmental delays tomorrow it's treatment refused for kids with autism. The slippery slope that runs along the outer banks of normal into our world. This world of ours while it has challenges and tears , it has so many moment of absolute glory. We have so many moments of sheer joy unhindered by any constraint that society sets forward. What these doctors are saying is that if you don't meet our standard we will let you die. you don't count. You aren't good enough.
HOW IS THIS OK???
It is 2012 right? Even if I get the numbers backwards we aren't in the dark ages any more right? SO HOW IS THIS OK? The idea that for one solitary second my son or any other child doesn't have as much right to life as a "typical" child infuriates me. I don't love my child less because he is has challenges. My child isn't any less part of my life because he needs help. Where do we draw the line? If this child were shot it would still be murder wouldn't it. how is this any different?
So to that transplant team in charge of this beautiful girl ~ put down the loaded gun and do your job. shame .on. you.
you can sign the petition HERE
you can sign the petition HERE
Friday, January 13, 2012
This Moment
Started by soule mama . Post just a moment, something you want to savor and remember. Then if you feel like you want to add your own moment. Head on over to soule mama and link your own.
Smile for me dear sweet child of mine.
kisses and hugs for you
Smile for me dear sweet child of mine
know that these moments are few
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Because of this
This is the video my husband send me this morning
Because of this we will be OK. Because of this Sammy will be great. Because of this I can get up another day, move forward, and move on. Because of this the darkness doesn't scare me. Because of this we will make it. how blessed I am to have such an amazing partner that loves our children. I am truly blessed beyond words
Because of this we will be OK. Because of this Sammy will be great. Because of this I can get up another day, move forward, and move on. Because of this the darkness doesn't scare me. Because of this we will make it. how blessed I am to have such an amazing partner that loves our children. I am truly blessed beyond words
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Biting the Bullet
So after reading Jess' post over at Diary of a Mom about them adopting a dog a second dog, and some information given to me by her I bit the bullet and reapplied to the local Lab rescue.
OH MY GOODNESS LOOK AT THE PUPPIES
We will not be getting a puppy even though they make my heart melt. That would never be fair to Sammy. The idea that he may get his "black labradog" makes my heart melt. If any of you reading this are looking for a dog to adopt please check these guys out. There are so many rescue dogs that need your love and attention, why go with puppy mill puppies?
I have my heart set on this. I worry that because of Sammy that it may be hard to adopt a dog. I want the best for my family. I grew up with a Lab and she was the most awesome dog ever! I want that for my kids.
They make it really simple to submit an application at LLR. just go To the application page and answer the questions. It's easier and faster than going to the DMV n your birthday!
Even if you just head over to take a look it's worth the time. You can also apply to foster dogs as well. I am willing to bet they can always use more of those too.
So we are keeping our fingers,toes,eyes, and elbows crossed for a black labradog.
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| Lucky Lab header from their website |
OH MY GOODNESS LOOK AT THE PUPPIES
We will not be getting a puppy even though they make my heart melt. That would never be fair to Sammy. The idea that he may get his "black labradog" makes my heart melt. If any of you reading this are looking for a dog to adopt please check these guys out. There are so many rescue dogs that need your love and attention, why go with puppy mill puppies?
I have my heart set on this. I worry that because of Sammy that it may be hard to adopt a dog. I want the best for my family. I grew up with a Lab and she was the most awesome dog ever! I want that for my kids.
They make it really simple to submit an application at LLR. just go To the application page and answer the questions. It's easier and faster than going to the DMV n your birthday!
Even if you just head over to take a look it's worth the time. You can also apply to foster dogs as well. I am willing to bet they can always use more of those too.
So we are keeping our fingers,toes,eyes, and elbows crossed for a black labradog.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
The Mistakes I've Made
We all have those moments when we think ..Ughh why did I go there?
That moment started my day. I sat there today thinking about when Sammy was born. The feelings and emotions I had. The feeling that we were going to loose him even though nothing was wrong with him. The frantic checks on him every time he fell asleep. then came the crying.The screaming. the loss of words.The loss of eye contact. The loss of him. He wasn't present anymore. he wouldn't let me hold him. I couldn't comfort him. I was something that made his world just as miserable as shoes and socks and pants.
The journey of the fight back to this place we are at. The clawing and ripping against the mountainside to get back to where we could feel ok. The fight back to where we are now. It might not be everyone's idea of normal but it by far better than watching your young boy be tormented by demons you can't see.
Why did I spend energy looking back? It's frustrating and overwhelming because in ever step forward I see so much we have missed. We work hard to just be. To just love him. we do that we just love him for being Sammy. It has to be good enough. After all what do any of us have to offer but who we are? And who he is is AWESOME
That moment started my day. I sat there today thinking about when Sammy was born. The feelings and emotions I had. The feeling that we were going to loose him even though nothing was wrong with him. The frantic checks on him every time he fell asleep. then came the crying.The screaming. the loss of words.The loss of eye contact. The loss of him. He wasn't present anymore. he wouldn't let me hold him. I couldn't comfort him. I was something that made his world just as miserable as shoes and socks and pants.
The journey of the fight back to this place we are at. The clawing and ripping against the mountainside to get back to where we could feel ok. The fight back to where we are now. It might not be everyone's idea of normal but it by far better than watching your young boy be tormented by demons you can't see.
Why did I spend energy looking back? It's frustrating and overwhelming because in ever step forward I see so much we have missed. We work hard to just be. To just love him. we do that we just love him for being Sammy. It has to be good enough. After all what do any of us have to offer but who we are? And who he is is AWESOME
Monday, January 9, 2012
My Heart Monday
I want so much for Sam. I want to see him grow and be strong. I want him to be happy and unafraid. Sometimes I worry that I make it harder for him. I push him, I make him do so many things that he really just doesn't want to. Sometimes it's for me, sometimes it's for him. Things like wearing socks with his shoes. Honestly I don't want to have to buy new shoes every other month because they become the stinky shoes. I don't make him wear underwear because that would be torture and honestly no one is going to know (well I guess they do now huh?) I make him say hello to people we meet, I make him look up. I make him say thank you. I make him try things. I make him do so many things that seem counter intuitive because I think it's what's best for him. I have no idea if what I am doing is right. I feel lost just like every other parent on the planet.
Tonight is a night like that. I feel lost, devoid of a path. I feel like each day bleeds into the next like watercolor on a coffee filter. Each color mashed up beside it. For me, parenting has always been a little like that. Putting autism in the mix just turns the colors muddy and dull. So I pull back and regroup. I clean my brushes and my paints. I set aside my arts for the night and I sleep. Restless,churning sleep. I wake and I start all over. Hoping that the water colors on the coffee filter will make a beautiful butterfly this time and not just another wet soggy mess to clean up.
http://crafts.kaboose.com/butterfly1.html
Tonight is a night like that. I feel lost, devoid of a path. I feel like each day bleeds into the next like watercolor on a coffee filter. Each color mashed up beside it. For me, parenting has always been a little like that. Putting autism in the mix just turns the colors muddy and dull. So I pull back and regroup. I clean my brushes and my paints. I set aside my arts for the night and I sleep. Restless,churning sleep. I wake and I start all over. Hoping that the water colors on the coffee filter will make a beautiful butterfly this time and not just another wet soggy mess to clean up.
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| picture from craft kaboose |
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Bring in the MIlk
Daniel has gotten a bee in his bonnet and decided to start working with Sam I am on his self help skills. He has decided to work with Sammy on his ability to be independent in the world. For now that means teaching him safety and money skills. We have a very recent obsession with change. He loves it and counts it. He wants to spend it every time he get to one dollar. He wants to go to the dollar store all the time. Maybe the obsession isn't the money itself but the ability to go to the dollar store itself and have the power to purchase what he wants? think about that, can you imagine having that kind of control over your world. That must feel awesome for him. Thank God for Dan because I get so caught up in all of the day to day crap that I never think of these things.
Today, Daniel brought Sam to Cumberland Farms before school. We needed milk. Daniel went over the steps of purchasing the milk.
Run in, ask where the milk is, pick out the milk jug, bring it to the counter, pay for milk, get receipt. If you had asked me I would have thought it was too many steps but my biggest issue is the "run in"
Sammy asked "red milk or blue milk?" he was assured that red capped milk was what we wanted. He went in and did exactly as he should. He did forget the receipt but HOLY HECK he did it. He did well. I am so thrilled and Dan is so excited to be helping him on this journey.
Sammy did bring up to Daniel that he said "run in" and that he almost did. He conveyed to Daniel that it hadn't made sense to him since we tell him all the time to walk unless were playing. He was confounded by Daddy saying such a silly thing. Daniel explained figures of speech to him. He didn't quite get it, but hey
he bought milk on his own. Super huge accomplishment
Today, Daniel brought Sam to Cumberland Farms before school. We needed milk. Daniel went over the steps of purchasing the milk.
Run in, ask where the milk is, pick out the milk jug, bring it to the counter, pay for milk, get receipt. If you had asked me I would have thought it was too many steps but my biggest issue is the "run in"
Sammy asked "red milk or blue milk?" he was assured that red capped milk was what we wanted. He went in and did exactly as he should. He did forget the receipt but HOLY HECK he did it. He did well. I am so thrilled and Dan is so excited to be helping him on this journey.
Sammy did bring up to Daniel that he said "run in" and that he almost did. He conveyed to Daniel that it hadn't made sense to him since we tell him all the time to walk unless were playing. He was confounded by Daddy saying such a silly thing. Daniel explained figures of speech to him. He didn't quite get it, but hey
he bought milk on his own. Super huge accomplishment
Friday, January 6, 2012
This Moment
Remind me, dear child, how far we have come.
I will see the reflection of you.
Remind me, dear child, how far we've to go
Remind me, dear child, how far we've to go
I will see the reflection of me.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
a Day Off
Sammy hates school. There is no doubt in my mind that he struggles with it. Learning is hard for him, I know this. Here is the issue however. He is awesome once he gets to school, every day. The teachers all say he never has behaviors (except for a few very isolated incidents) he never acts fresh and he never yells or screams. He doesn't stim and he is 100% appropriate in school. This creates a 2 fold problem
1. I feel like crap because he is horrible at home. He is disrespectful and he screams at me. He yells and cries over homework and acts like a total beast! He spends a lot of time stimming on things like the blinds in the bathroom. He refuses to get dressed in the morning.He refuses to eat breakfast some days.He tells me he hates me and that I am the worst mom ever. He called me a freak show..where he got that I have no idea.
2. They don't see how hard it is for him ...I cant just go tell them it's hard for him. He is fine in school, they wont believe me. I really wonder if they think I am just crazy and making it all up. I know that is probably my insecurity... after things being so tough in our last school I am really afraid to rock the boat too much. He get's lots of help and his team here is WONDERFUL. Mrs. L and Ms G. are incredible people. the principle is fantastic as is the nurse the OT and the ST. I love them and they love Sammy. We are blessed with an incredible team. Even the best team however can't make it not hard for Sammy. He cries every morning begging me to just let him stay home. I totally would if he wouldn't be beating up his little brother 5 minutes after the bus left.
Much like every day he cried and sobbed that school is too hard and his teacher is stupid and he hates school. Can he please just stay home just today? He will go to school tomorrow he promises.... oh how I wish I could just say yes.
1. I feel like crap because he is horrible at home. He is disrespectful and he screams at me. He yells and cries over homework and acts like a total beast! He spends a lot of time stimming on things like the blinds in the bathroom. He refuses to get dressed in the morning.He refuses to eat breakfast some days.He tells me he hates me and that I am the worst mom ever. He called me a freak show..where he got that I have no idea.
2. They don't see how hard it is for him ...I cant just go tell them it's hard for him. He is fine in school, they wont believe me. I really wonder if they think I am just crazy and making it all up. I know that is probably my insecurity... after things being so tough in our last school I am really afraid to rock the boat too much. He get's lots of help and his team here is WONDERFUL. Mrs. L and Ms G. are incredible people. the principle is fantastic as is the nurse the OT and the ST. I love them and they love Sammy. We are blessed with an incredible team. Even the best team however can't make it not hard for Sammy. He cries every morning begging me to just let him stay home. I totally would if he wouldn't be beating up his little brother 5 minutes after the bus left.
Much like every day he cried and sobbed that school is too hard and his teacher is stupid and he hates school. Can he please just stay home just today? He will go to school tomorrow he promises.... oh how I wish I could just say yes.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Saying Goodbye
Our neighbor and good friend Matt died unexpectedly on Tuesday this past week. He was Sammy's buddy. Every time Sam saw his truck pull up he ran outside to say "HI BUDDY WHAT'CHA DOING BUDDY?" and Matt always answered back and smiled. Every time. It would have been easy for him to ignore Sammy, to blow him off, especially when it was the 10th time that day. Many times he would call me from the porch to let me know Sammy had gone outside and was now on the roof of the van, or eating rocks, or just doing something wonderfully weird. It was always coupled with " I don't want to get him in trouble Annie but I thought you should know." It is awesome having neighbors that look out for us.
The news came suddenly and it was harsh. There was no turning back,no time to prepare. Nothing but tears and pain and sadness. When I was told I remember the room spinning. I couldn't process the words, I didn't understand. He was so young, just early 20's. He leaves behind a son that is Nate's age. I can't imagine telling Nate he would never see his daddy again. My heart just breaks for that family. He really was a great dad!
He was Sammy's buddy. This is Sam's first real brush with death and it was harsh. To see my Sammy looking up with those sad blueberry eyes full of fear and confusion. He was sad though he did not cry. He keeps repeating to himself "my buddy...he died... he is in heaven,I'll see him again" I have caught him whispering it a few times to himself. He doesn't want to talk about it with me. He did not want to go to the funeral because he was afraid he wouldn't stop crying. His heart hurts and he is struggling to understand it. Nate gets it far better than Sammy. They both loved Matt and he was a great guy. They saw him as their friend,their Buddy. He is so missed.
So Matt rest well my friend until we meet again. Your Buddy misses you so much. We all do.
The news came suddenly and it was harsh. There was no turning back,no time to prepare. Nothing but tears and pain and sadness. When I was told I remember the room spinning. I couldn't process the words, I didn't understand. He was so young, just early 20's. He leaves behind a son that is Nate's age. I can't imagine telling Nate he would never see his daddy again. My heart just breaks for that family. He really was a great dad!
He was Sammy's buddy. This is Sam's first real brush with death and it was harsh. To see my Sammy looking up with those sad blueberry eyes full of fear and confusion. He was sad though he did not cry. He keeps repeating to himself "my buddy...he died... he is in heaven,I'll see him again" I have caught him whispering it a few times to himself. He doesn't want to talk about it with me. He did not want to go to the funeral because he was afraid he wouldn't stop crying. His heart hurts and he is struggling to understand it. Nate gets it far better than Sammy. They both loved Matt and he was a great guy. They saw him as their friend,their Buddy. He is so missed.
So Matt rest well my friend until we meet again. Your Buddy misses you so much. We all do.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Christmas Vacation
It's almost over. I haven't been around for a multitude of reasons. Some good ~some bad~some are just life.
Vacations are always filled with dis-regulation and stress for Sammy which boils down to insanity and stress for everyone. He was sick at the very start of vacation and the medication made him very stressed and violent. Then Christmas morning (which is hard to begin with) threw us all for a loop.He received Lego Star Wars from my parents for Christmas and he is perseverating on it. Then our 23 year old neighbor that Sammy loves passed away (which is another post in itself,I promise I will get to that one). Grace got sick and so did AJ. Turns out AJ has mono! then Tyler got a concussion on Thursday at practice. For an quirky aspie kid, the doctors struggled to figure out what was normal and what wasn't.(again another post for this week)
This week has also been filled with amazing things! He was able to purchase his own bag of chips at the dollar store alone without help. That sounds like nothing to some but for us it was a GIANT milestone. He has been waking up early every day and has been mostly agreeable. I am pretty sure he has snuck down a few times just to play the game. We have also discovered Sammy knows how to count change! He has told me sweet things ("I thought you were soft and squishy but you're really hard and rough! but I love you anyway,no matter what")and things that break my heart (I don't want to be a kid with autism ,I just want to be like everyone else.No one else has autism,I am only one")
So many things we need to work on here, and so many things I can't fix. I have so much t tell all of you about but for now I am going to enjoy my boy and the last 2 days we have off together.
Vacations are always filled with dis-regulation and stress for Sammy which boils down to insanity and stress for everyone. He was sick at the very start of vacation and the medication made him very stressed and violent. Then Christmas morning (which is hard to begin with) threw us all for a loop.He received Lego Star Wars from my parents for Christmas and he is perseverating on it. Then our 23 year old neighbor that Sammy loves passed away (which is another post in itself,I promise I will get to that one). Grace got sick and so did AJ. Turns out AJ has mono! then Tyler got a concussion on Thursday at practice. For an quirky aspie kid, the doctors struggled to figure out what was normal and what wasn't.(again another post for this week)
This week has also been filled with amazing things! He was able to purchase his own bag of chips at the dollar store alone without help. That sounds like nothing to some but for us it was a GIANT milestone. He has been waking up early every day and has been mostly agreeable. I am pretty sure he has snuck down a few times just to play the game. We have also discovered Sammy knows how to count change! He has told me sweet things ("I thought you were soft and squishy but you're really hard and rough! but I love you anyway,no matter what")and things that break my heart (I don't want to be a kid with autism ,I just want to be like everyone else.No one else has autism,I am only one")
So many things we need to work on here, and so many things I can't fix. I have so much t tell all of you about but for now I am going to enjoy my boy and the last 2 days we have off together.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Christmas Eve
I's Christmas Eve and most of the kids are almost drunk with excitement. They keep talking about what Santa is bringing. The older two are thrilled to be going to their grandmothers house for a few hours. They are happy to escape the chaos for a few hours.
For Sammy Christmas might as well be over. He got the one thing he hoped for from my mom last night. Lego Star Wars 3. Seriously its like the autism trifecta! Starwars - Lego and video games. It's a stim utopia! I am hearing STUDS! every minute or so. I love seeing my boy so happy
Yesterday was really rough. Sammy had so many meltdowns. The medication for his Croup is messing with him. He was beside himself . He couldn't stop screaming. He was hitting and biting and just desperate for solace. He couldn't get it together and it made my heart hurt. We packed his bag for the crisis center and he finally calmed down.
He said something that really made me think. He asked to be squeezed. He said when he gets upset he needs to be squeezed. Now I knew that in the sense that I know he has autism and it's helpful. What I didn't understand was that he knows that too. I didn't realize that he could communicate that to me.
Tonight and tomorrow I will be selling out and letting him just play lego star wars. Merry Christmas
For Sammy Christmas might as well be over. He got the one thing he hoped for from my mom last night. Lego Star Wars 3. Seriously its like the autism trifecta! Starwars - Lego and video games. It's a stim utopia! I am hearing STUDS! every minute or so. I love seeing my boy so happy
Yesterday was really rough. Sammy had so many meltdowns. The medication for his Croup is messing with him. He was beside himself . He couldn't stop screaming. He was hitting and biting and just desperate for solace. He couldn't get it together and it made my heart hurt. We packed his bag for the crisis center and he finally calmed down.
He said something that really made me think. He asked to be squeezed. He said when he gets upset he needs to be squeezed. Now I knew that in the sense that I know he has autism and it's helpful. What I didn't understand was that he knows that too. I didn't realize that he could communicate that to me.
Tonight and tomorrow I will be selling out and letting him just play lego star wars. Merry Christmas
Monday, December 19, 2011
My Heart Monday
Sometimes you just have to show up. That's it. Nothing else. No fireworks, no drum roll, nothing.Just. Show. Up. It's all you get and it has to be good enough even when it isn't.
We had Daniel's family Christmas yesterday. It was without major meltdown or drama. Sammy only bolted once from the house without shoes down the driveway. He went without his shoes on and protested changing out of the damn corduroys he has been wearing all week (yes all week that is another post in and of itself).
Sounds like success right? Not exactly. He didn't engage, he didn't enjoy and he didn't show up.Well he may have enjoyed all by himself. My boy was vacant for the day. Appropriate with his scripted niceties and common conversation (which isn't really conversation at all) No Sammy stories that are both outlandish and endearing. He was there in body, dressed well except for shoes. He found Lego guys downstairs in the basement and that was where he was. All Day.
He refused presents. He refused interaction. He refused to show up. We had one flash of Sammy. One bit of glimmer and one private moment that I treasure as the highlight of the day.
I went to ask him if he would like to come up for presents.
ME ~ Sammy it's time to open presents. Come upstairs please?
Sam ~ No thanks
ME ~ You don't want presents Sammy?
Sam ~ No thanks. (long pause) I need more guys.More Lego guys.Can you find them for me.
ME ~ Oh.? (at this point my eyes kind of welled up. He doesn't ask for help with much.) sure
we found a few more Lego guys for his project and he sat quietly. 2 more times I went down and after the third try he came up to open gifts. he smiled,said thank you and was polite. He got a bull horn that changes his voice. He lit up like a tree. The Aunts kept apologizing for the gift , Tracey picked it out. Tracey is an OT, she knows Sammy is a sensory seeker. SCORE Tracey. He has said things today and last night through his bull horn in all sorts of voices that he would never have said without it. My boy showed up for a few minutes. I'll take it.
Dan and I decided we liked it this way though. He dealt with today in a way he was happy. I can't complain about that. So protocol from now on. We bring Lego blocks, we let him be...anything else is cake!
We had Daniel's family Christmas yesterday. It was without major meltdown or drama. Sammy only bolted once from the house without shoes down the driveway. He went without his shoes on and protested changing out of the damn corduroys he has been wearing all week (yes all week that is another post in and of itself).
Sounds like success right? Not exactly. He didn't engage, he didn't enjoy and he didn't show up.Well he may have enjoyed all by himself. My boy was vacant for the day. Appropriate with his scripted niceties and common conversation (which isn't really conversation at all) No Sammy stories that are both outlandish and endearing. He was there in body, dressed well except for shoes. He found Lego guys downstairs in the basement and that was where he was. All Day.
He refused presents. He refused interaction. He refused to show up. We had one flash of Sammy. One bit of glimmer and one private moment that I treasure as the highlight of the day.
I went to ask him if he would like to come up for presents.
ME ~ Sammy it's time to open presents. Come upstairs please?
Sam ~ No thanks
ME ~ You don't want presents Sammy?
Sam ~ No thanks. (long pause) I need more guys.More Lego guys.Can you find them for me.
ME ~ Oh.? (at this point my eyes kind of welled up. He doesn't ask for help with much.) sure
we found a few more Lego guys for his project and he sat quietly. 2 more times I went down and after the third try he came up to open gifts. he smiled,said thank you and was polite. He got a bull horn that changes his voice. He lit up like a tree. The Aunts kept apologizing for the gift , Tracey picked it out. Tracey is an OT, she knows Sammy is a sensory seeker. SCORE Tracey. He has said things today and last night through his bull horn in all sorts of voices that he would never have said without it. My boy showed up for a few minutes. I'll take it.
Dan and I decided we liked it this way though. He dealt with today in a way he was happy. I can't complain about that. So protocol from now on. We bring Lego blocks, we let him be...anything else is cake!
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Th Ghosts of Christmas Past
I admit it. I am not a fan of this holiday. While some families are tucked in their beds with visions of sugarplums, I am trying to figure out a way to lesson the sheer volume of meltdown occurring in my house. Sammy has his issues and the holidays just exacerbate that now add into that a baby who is having her first Christmas, 2 teens and a 4 year old with sensory sensitivities.
I don't want to miss a minute of Grace's wonderment with the lights and sounds, but instead I end up often trading that for a hold on Sammy. I don't want her to grow up thinking chaos is a way of life. I don't want her to look back on her childhood and be sad.
I don't want Nate to feel lost in the shuffle between a girl baby and a brother with "issues" he cannot even come close to comprehending. After all how to do you explain autism to a four year old? Why the hell should I have to? Why should he even have to carry any of this. I sit here as Nate becomes overwhelmed with the noise and stress level. Sammy thinks it's hysterical and then begins the "crazy laugh" Nate gets even more upset.
The older boys handle it well but poor AJ gets crap so often. Sammy can trip over his own feet stumble and fall, get up and punch AJ. Because somewhere in his head he thinks it's his fault. Everything becomes AJ's fault in Sammy's head, sometimes when AJ isn't .even.home.
Today is Dan's family Christmas. We have gone over behavior and expectations. We have done a social story. We have talked about it and role played. Still, while he may hold it together while we are there I can almost place bets on how far from the party we get before Sammy looses his crap.
I try not to focus on Christmas past before we understood what the issue was. Christmas past when I was told I needed to "get my kid" because he was touching everything and making other family members uncomfortable. Where I got looks and stares that threw me for a loop. When Sammy punched me in the face in front of a group of people. When I was treated like I didn't exist and neither did he. I still hurt from those things, they don't go away. Yet, every year I put a happy face on suck it up. I try to make this time happy.
I'm tired and I am worn out. There is still this small glimmer inside of me that hopes for a great day tomorrow. I don't get to be hopeful often. I protect myself from that like the plague. I want him to show excitement. I want him to play with toys. I want him to be happy and for others to see the ray of sunshine inside that boy who lights up my life. I need him to engage, be present,show up. I know he may for a second or two here and there. He may be socially appropriate some of the time. Truth is he will most likely be running laps around the house or swinging on the swings. He may not be present at all. It hurts to know that in the back of my mind, but I still... remain hopeful. Like a child on Christmas even who wants something nearly impossible I hope and I pray but in my heart of hearts I know I wont have the Christmas I want, so I just need to WANT the Christmas I have.
It just always ends in tears.. for both of us.
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I don't want Nate to feel lost in the shuffle between a girl baby and a brother with "issues" he cannot even come close to comprehending. After all how to do you explain autism to a four year old? Why the hell should I have to? Why should he even have to carry any of this. I sit here as Nate becomes overwhelmed with the noise and stress level. Sammy thinks it's hysterical and then begins the "crazy laugh" Nate gets even more upset.
The older boys handle it well but poor AJ gets crap so often. Sammy can trip over his own feet stumble and fall, get up and punch AJ. Because somewhere in his head he thinks it's his fault. Everything becomes AJ's fault in Sammy's head, sometimes when AJ isn't .even.home.
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| 2009 |
Today is Dan's family Christmas. We have gone over behavior and expectations. We have done a social story. We have talked about it and role played. Still, while he may hold it together while we are there I can almost place bets on how far from the party we get before Sammy looses his crap.
I try not to focus on Christmas past before we understood what the issue was. Christmas past when I was told I needed to "get my kid" because he was touching everything and making other family members uncomfortable. Where I got looks and stares that threw me for a loop. When Sammy punched me in the face in front of a group of people. When I was treated like I didn't exist and neither did he. I still hurt from those things, they don't go away. Yet, every year I put a happy face on suck it up. I try to make this time happy.
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| 2010 |
It just always ends in tears.. for both of us.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Myths about Autism | autism myths
Myths about Autism | autism myths:
'via Blog this'
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The ideas people often have about autism amaze me. I hear quite often things like " I do that too and I'm not autistic" or "but he looks so normal" Normal is always spoken in a hushed kind of whisper similar to the way my grandmothers generation spoke of "the Cancer"
I guess they are looking for something to say. The frailty and honesty of the entire situation leaves people uncomfortable and shaky. I get it. kind of.
I have the tendency to shoot from the hip much the same way my Sammy does. It comes out of my mouth well before I even realize how inappropriate it sounds. I don't mean to be rude but I often end up apologizing for something I have said. So I get it. I never MEAN to hurt anyone but I do.
The next thing I get is always the question of super ability, you know like in Rain Man. drives me nutty. Nope Sorry the only super human qualities Sammy possesses are Light speed snack eating, superhuman hulk smash strength and sleepless power.
Light speed Snack eating ~ able to consume large quantities of candy,chips or pretzels the second you turn around.
Superhuman Hulk Smash Strength ~ able to break windows , pans trees and doors at the mere mention of the word no!
Sleepless power ~ the ability to get up at the crack of dawn on non-school days, and if no one notices the ability to stay up until 1am or later like it's nothing. He is then able to function on subsequent weekends and holidays with more vim and vigor than a spring rabbit. Unless of course we are trying to get ready for school or church then his belly hurts, he feels yucky and can't possibly go!
So go over and check out the list I gave you ^ ^ ^ up there. let me know what you think
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Jinxed
Damn it 11 days and then today he fell apart. damn it all. I knew it was coming, he woke up on the edge and as a result I'm edgy as well now.
I wanted to share something with you guys! Some of you may know about it, and others may not but it's freaking cool.
How many times have we special parents of special kids been in a group and the conversation turns to how amazing their kids are. I don't know about you, but when they start talking about how Little Sarah got into the advanced classes, skipped a grade, cured athletes foot and wrote her thesis on the benefit of play dough I am the first to walk away from the conversation. Sammy still eats play dough for goodness sake and goes to school without underpants. really. Yeah.
We parent's of kids like Sam have a hard time sharing our children's accomplishments with the general public because... well they simply don't understand why my 7 year old getting his shoes on with just a little help is such a big deal. It's frustrating and isolating and sometimes really lonely.
Well check out this!
SHUT UP ABOUT YOUR PERFECT KID
ok so take a few and hop over there. Check that out ^ stellar right?
The bonus is it isn't just for special kids like Sammy but for all kids that arent perfect. So many wonderful voices over there. Go on over and check it out. They are on Facebook too so make sure you head over and like them there too. you know you want to
I wanted to share something with you guys! Some of you may know about it, and others may not but it's freaking cool.
How many times have we special parents of special kids been in a group and the conversation turns to how amazing their kids are. I don't know about you, but when they start talking about how Little Sarah got into the advanced classes, skipped a grade, cured athletes foot and wrote her thesis on the benefit of play dough I am the first to walk away from the conversation. Sammy still eats play dough for goodness sake and goes to school without underpants. really. Yeah.
We parent's of kids like Sam have a hard time sharing our children's accomplishments with the general public because... well they simply don't understand why my 7 year old getting his shoes on with just a little help is such a big deal. It's frustrating and isolating and sometimes really lonely.
Well check out this!
SHUT UP ABOUT YOUR PERFECT KID
ok so take a few and hop over there. Check that out ^ stellar right?
The bonus is it isn't just for special kids like Sammy but for all kids that arent perfect. So many wonderful voices over there. Go on over and check it out. They are on Facebook too so make sure you head over and like them there too. you know you want to
Monday, December 12, 2011
My Hear Monday
I am tired. I am spent. I had a few good moments after a storm with Sammy today.
11 days in a row he has earned his enforcer in the morning, which is a huge accomplishment. I couldn't be more proud of that little guy
11 days in a row he has earned his enforcer in the morning, which is a huge accomplishment. I couldn't be more proud of that little guy
Saturday, December 10, 2011
momentary quiet
All the children are still sleeping at it is 7:10am. SCORE. seriously now that I have said this I am sure one will be screaming shortly. I have enjoyed my coffee and my prayer time and I enjoyed it so much. Today is my Oldest son's first tournament of the wrestling season. It should be challenging for everyone because it is a memorial tournament for a fellow classmate that died last year in a car accident. The entire team was hard hit and heart broken. This year they are putting into forward momentum.
I read a post over at A diary of a mom yesterday that derailed me. it made me ill. It is disturbing and apparently a recent trend. I searched it on Google and was sickened by the avalanche of information on special needs children killed by their parents. My heart hurts and I cannot seem to wrap my head around it. I feel even more determined to make the Sandcastle Respite theory happen.
After reading all of it I began to think about the part we all play within the autism community and what people think about our lives when they read our words. I don't sugar coat it and I wonder how people see this blog. My husband referred to it as dark. That really isn't where this started for me.
In case it is ever in question. I am frustrated, I am furious, I am sad and I am sometimes overwhelmed. But make no mistake I love my life. I love my son. I am grateful to have him and his sparkle in my world. I wouldn't want to ever be without him. I appreciate and love and am constantly amazed by my Sammy. I wouldn't go so far as to say I wouldn't change him, because I would. I would love to rid him of his demons. I want to fix things not to make him somehow more palatable by society but to make his life easier to swallow for him. I hate to watch him struggle. My frustration and sadness isn't over the stress it causes me..its because of what it does to him. As a mother I hate to see my babies hurt, and Sammy often hurts and there is no way to reach him in those moments and that, that breaks my heart.
I have felt desperate and lost and crazy but never one did the idea of killing my child occur to me. Granted, Sammy speaks, Sammy cuddles, Sammy has so many positives I could go on for days and bore you all to tears with the awesomeness of my little man.
If you are a parent of a special kid and you are struggling. Find someone to reach out to. Talk to someone. This isn't the end of the world. I promise you even if it feels dark and twisty right now, it won't always be that way. Here are some resources, use them if you need to.
Autism Speaks resource Guide
Autism Society by State
and if nothing else read Welcome to the Club and know you are not alone
I read a post over at A diary of a mom yesterday that derailed me. it made me ill. It is disturbing and apparently a recent trend. I searched it on Google and was sickened by the avalanche of information on special needs children killed by their parents. My heart hurts and I cannot seem to wrap my head around it. I feel even more determined to make the Sandcastle Respite theory happen.
After reading all of it I began to think about the part we all play within the autism community and what people think about our lives when they read our words. I don't sugar coat it and I wonder how people see this blog. My husband referred to it as dark. That really isn't where this started for me.
In case it is ever in question. I am frustrated, I am furious, I am sad and I am sometimes overwhelmed. But make no mistake I love my life. I love my son. I am grateful to have him and his sparkle in my world. I wouldn't want to ever be without him. I appreciate and love and am constantly amazed by my Sammy. I wouldn't go so far as to say I wouldn't change him, because I would. I would love to rid him of his demons. I want to fix things not to make him somehow more palatable by society but to make his life easier to swallow for him. I hate to watch him struggle. My frustration and sadness isn't over the stress it causes me..its because of what it does to him. As a mother I hate to see my babies hurt, and Sammy often hurts and there is no way to reach him in those moments and that, that breaks my heart.
I have felt desperate and lost and crazy but never one did the idea of killing my child occur to me. Granted, Sammy speaks, Sammy cuddles, Sammy has so many positives I could go on for days and bore you all to tears with the awesomeness of my little man.
If you are a parent of a special kid and you are struggling. Find someone to reach out to. Talk to someone. This isn't the end of the world. I promise you even if it feels dark and twisty right now, it won't always be that way. Here are some resources, use them if you need to.
Autism Speaks resource Guide
Autism Society by State
and if nothing else read Welcome to the Club and know you are not alone
Friday, December 9, 2011
This Moment
this moment something I don't want to forget. A moment I want to hold onto and cherish forever.A moment with my handsome amazing son. Started this because of Soule Mama and for the first time ever, had more than one moment to choose from. So I chose this one for today.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
HEY YOU!
Here we are once again.
HEY! YOU!! YES YOU...
Hey autism why don't you pick on someone your own size damn it! You're like the boogie man. You creep around the shadows on the edges of consciousness and terrify people. You attack little kids and steal them from their parents. You take hopes and dreams and suck the life out of the rest of us. You have made me age twice as fast as before while causing my child to age at half speed. How is that OK?
You. are. a. bully. You show no mercy, no discretion, no care for who you touch. You place that icy finger on people and walk away as though you have more important things to do. You create a struggle for the most simple moments. You take away family peace and peace of mind. You have me afraid of every corner I turn. You have me holding my breath and waiting for the shoe to drop. Waiting for the next behavior that sends us to the crisis center. Waiting for the call from school. Waiting to find him gone in the middle of the night because he decided to go and find the neighbors cat or shovel the street.
You, autism, are pervasive and invasive. You don't give up. You never quit. I can't even watch T.V. shows without you in my face. I want to find the blessing in this. I want to see the bright side. But you know what, you autism have stolen the sunshine and left me only cold dark scary shadows.
Well, Guess what? I am not taking it anymore. YOU HEARD ME. I am done with you. I will do everything I can so that you wont take another child like you have my Sammy. I will not allow it. DO YOU HEAR ME!? I have fought back for my boy. I have breathed and bled and cried to get him back. I was lucky, not everyone is. There is nothing...NOTHING that you can do that will ever EVER make me quit. If I quit you win. I am a sore loser so be ready for me. I am a mama bear and you done ticked me off. It's on my friend. You better watch your back.
HEY! YOU!! YES YOU...
Hey autism why don't you pick on someone your own size damn it! You're like the boogie man. You creep around the shadows on the edges of consciousness and terrify people. You attack little kids and steal them from their parents. You take hopes and dreams and suck the life out of the rest of us. You have made me age twice as fast as before while causing my child to age at half speed. How is that OK?
You. are. a. bully. You show no mercy, no discretion, no care for who you touch. You place that icy finger on people and walk away as though you have more important things to do. You create a struggle for the most simple moments. You take away family peace and peace of mind. You have me afraid of every corner I turn. You have me holding my breath and waiting for the shoe to drop. Waiting for the next behavior that sends us to the crisis center. Waiting for the call from school. Waiting to find him gone in the middle of the night because he decided to go and find the neighbors cat or shovel the street.
You, autism, are pervasive and invasive. You don't give up. You never quit. I can't even watch T.V. shows without you in my face. I want to find the blessing in this. I want to see the bright side. But you know what, you autism have stolen the sunshine and left me only cold dark scary shadows.
Well, Guess what? I am not taking it anymore. YOU HEARD ME. I am done with you. I will do everything I can so that you wont take another child like you have my Sammy. I will not allow it. DO YOU HEAR ME!? I have fought back for my boy. I have breathed and bled and cried to get him back. I was lucky, not everyone is. There is nothing...NOTHING that you can do that will ever EVER make me quit. If I quit you win. I am a sore loser so be ready for me. I am a mama bear and you done ticked me off. It's on my friend. You better watch your back.
Monday, December 5, 2011
My heart Monday
I sing at my old church the first Sunday of each month. I enjoy singing and truly enjoy those masses. For me, music makes me feel closer to God and it helps me stay focused on where we are in the mass.
I sat in church yesterday and saw an old friend. Our children (Sammy and her daughter) are the same age. I was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of extreme bitterness. It was enough that for a moment I couldn't breath. It was like being punched in the stomach. Those of you who know me, know that this is NOT like me.
Why would I feel bitter seeing her? I watched her and her daughter interact. Her daughter sat still with no flapping hands or flicking of pages. They are the same age and her daughter appeared light years older than my son. A difference of century between the two. A chasm as great as the Grand Canyon.
I learned a long time ago not to compare Sammy to anyone else, but it happened in the blink of an eye. It was a quick gut wrenching punch that sucked the wind from me.
I feel like we all stood before a firing squad and Sammy was the only one hit. I feel like she dodged a bullet. She got lucky. Her kid is fine. I don't know what her life is like. I don't know what issues her daughter may have. I haven't spoken to her really since Sammy was diagnosed. I wonder if she ever thinks "it could have been me" wen she sees us at church. I wonder if it occurs to her how very lucky she really is. Our children are the same age. There was one other mom that use to come to the crying room with us. Her brother was autistic, she understood. I still see her since our children now go to the same school. Although very different classes. So why do I feel bitterness towards the other woman.
Because it's not fair. It's not. Because I am being judgmental and prickly and mean. Because part of me just sucks. Part of me hates the hand I have been given. Part of me cries and screams that I didn't ask for this I didn't want this I don't deserve this. Part of me wants to run away and cry. Part of me wants to punch autism in the face. Part of me wished I could just make it all go away. Part of me feels judged and pathetic. That part felt bitter and angry that it was my kid and not hers. That part of me is The Bitter Side. The Bitter Side is angry. The Bitter Side is sad,is tired, is done. It's had enough.The Bitter Side wants my life back.
The other part of me... knows I would never wish this on anyone. I love my son. I would do anything for him. The Other Part of me feels blessed to have such an amazing kid with such huge capabilities. The Other Part of me knows he is mine for a reason,there is a blessing in this,I can do it, I am right for this job. The Other Part of me breaks every time I hear of another child being diagnosed with global delays, autism or anything else. The Other Part of me stands tall and hushes The Bitter Side, rocks it gently to sleep with a lullaby and puts it to bed too. The Other Part of me whispers softly to The Bitter Side, another time my dear, but for now just hush.
I sat in church yesterday and saw an old friend. Our children (Sammy and her daughter) are the same age. I was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of extreme bitterness. It was enough that for a moment I couldn't breath. It was like being punched in the stomach. Those of you who know me, know that this is NOT like me.
Why would I feel bitter seeing her? I watched her and her daughter interact. Her daughter sat still with no flapping hands or flicking of pages. They are the same age and her daughter appeared light years older than my son. A difference of century between the two. A chasm as great as the Grand Canyon.
I learned a long time ago not to compare Sammy to anyone else, but it happened in the blink of an eye. It was a quick gut wrenching punch that sucked the wind from me.
I feel like we all stood before a firing squad and Sammy was the only one hit. I feel like she dodged a bullet. She got lucky. Her kid is fine. I don't know what her life is like. I don't know what issues her daughter may have. I haven't spoken to her really since Sammy was diagnosed. I wonder if she ever thinks "it could have been me" wen she sees us at church. I wonder if it occurs to her how very lucky she really is. Our children are the same age. There was one other mom that use to come to the crying room with us. Her brother was autistic, she understood. I still see her since our children now go to the same school. Although very different classes. So why do I feel bitterness towards the other woman.
Because it's not fair. It's not. Because I am being judgmental and prickly and mean. Because part of me just sucks. Part of me hates the hand I have been given. Part of me cries and screams that I didn't ask for this I didn't want this I don't deserve this. Part of me wants to run away and cry. Part of me wants to punch autism in the face. Part of me wished I could just make it all go away. Part of me feels judged and pathetic. That part felt bitter and angry that it was my kid and not hers. That part of me is The Bitter Side. The Bitter Side is angry. The Bitter Side is sad,is tired, is done. It's had enough.The Bitter Side wants my life back.
The other part of me... knows I would never wish this on anyone. I love my son. I would do anything for him. The Other Part of me feels blessed to have such an amazing kid with such huge capabilities. The Other Part of me knows he is mine for a reason,there is a blessing in this,I can do it, I am right for this job. The Other Part of me breaks every time I hear of another child being diagnosed with global delays, autism or anything else. The Other Part of me stands tall and hushes The Bitter Side, rocks it gently to sleep with a lullaby and puts it to bed too. The Other Part of me whispers softly to The Bitter Side, another time my dear, but for now just hush.
Friday, December 2, 2011
As Boys Grow
As boys grow they pull away from their mother. It's a very normal thing to happen. Tyler my oldest son is beginning that it seems. He is never disrespectful or combative. He just seems to need me less. He still hugs me and needs me but I can see him growing up faster by the minute.
I was looking for a picture for this weeks moment our Friday ritual from Soule Mama. and it occured to me. Sammy almost never hugs me any more. He use to be all over me, hugging me until I felt I had to escape. Touching my hair and face and arms and neck over and over. He was always being affectionate but sometimes it crossed a line into too much. I would always remind him to respect my body.
It's been weeks since we have connected for more than a second. My heart hurts. I love that boy so much I can't even think about it without tears stinging my eyes. I want to hold him and love him. He doesn't like being touched these days. I try for hugs and sometimes I get one. Its usually a very patterned response to my request.
I need to reconnect with him. I want to hold him and cuddle him. I want to connect with him. I want to crawl inside his mind and share the space with the demons that torment him. Maybe from inside his head I can fight back. Maybe then I can find the pieces for him and help him not struggle so much. My heart aches with all I CANNOT do for my son. I want him to know I love him. Not just a little but with everything I am. I don't want it to be just words.
He may just be pulling away as Tyler is.
It's not fair. I have had far less connected time with him. It took forever to even find a window in his world, and now those windows are drawing the shutters closed.
I was looking for a picture for this weeks moment our Friday ritual from Soule Mama. and it occured to me. Sammy almost never hugs me any more. He use to be all over me, hugging me until I felt I had to escape. Touching my hair and face and arms and neck over and over. He was always being affectionate but sometimes it crossed a line into too much. I would always remind him to respect my body.
It's been weeks since we have connected for more than a second. My heart hurts. I love that boy so much I can't even think about it without tears stinging my eyes. I want to hold him and love him. He doesn't like being touched these days. I try for hugs and sometimes I get one. Its usually a very patterned response to my request.
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| Sammy 4 and Tyler 13 |
I need to reconnect with him. I want to hold him and cuddle him. I want to connect with him. I want to crawl inside his mind and share the space with the demons that torment him. Maybe from inside his head I can fight back. Maybe then I can find the pieces for him and help him not struggle so much. My heart aches with all I CANNOT do for my son. I want him to know I love him. Not just a little but with everything I am. I don't want it to be just words.
He may just be pulling away as Tyler is.
It's not fair. I have had far less connected time with him. It took forever to even find a window in his world, and now those windows are drawing the shutters closed.
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