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Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Parenting PTSD

Parenting Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.  I swear to God.  This a thing. You cannot convince me otherwise.

AND I am not just saying this is one of those "Only Autism parents get this.".  I'm betting those Neurotypical parents get this too. We can't claim everything.  (Come on, you know if I don't say this one of them is bound to get their knickers in a twist over it. Oh shit. They're probably reading this too.  Just kidding NT parents.  Mama Fry is just being shady!) 

But "BECAUSE AUTISM", I can only speak about the parenting experiences I know.  Case in point. Every time one of you lovely and good looking readers send me an email or leave a comment telling me your story, so many times I go from "Gurl, I feel you!" to "HOLY CRAP!!! That's us!".  I am thrown right back into that place of worry, fear, and anxiety.  Even if the topic in question is something way in the past.  I have literally felt my chest tighten, my breathing quicken, and my head starts to sweat. (Which is annoying as feck because I have enough going on, let's ruin my hair on top of it. I'm from New Jersey for Christ's sake. You know how important hair volume is here?)

If you have been reading this blog for a while now, you know we have been in the mists of a loooooooong ass back and forth with New Jersey's Perform Care, a group that's suppose to help out kids like mine.  So far our experience has been that they neither perform nor really care. Honest to God,  I have never seen so much bureaucratic paperwork nonsense.  Countless meetings about what they are allegedly doing for my son without actually doing anything.  A lovely caseworker comes by once a month to tell me everything I already know but gosh darn it, he's got to get my signature on his chart that he saw me.  It took SEVEN months to get a therapist in here but finally we got one.  What did she bring with her?  A lot of early intervention memories that come flooding back.  Here we are again, therapists in my house.  Herding the dogs into a bedroom.  Trying to keep one area of my house clean so that it doesn't look like a dumpster on fire. A Kiddo that's delighted for the first few moments that they are here only to turn on the cranky side after twenty minutes because it's not fun anymore, it's work.   He knew she was on the schedule of things happening today and in his mind it was checked off as "done" the moment she walked into my house.  Hearing him whining and asking when she will leave every five seconds, makes me feel like a failure.  I wince every time I hear him complain and think "Oh Jeez Kiddo. Come on. DO you have to be that rude to company?" Of course, I know she's not company and it's not the first time she's probably heard complaints like that from a client but I can't help how I feel based on experiences I have had.

I feel bad too because it's his house. It's his safe spot.  It should be the one place on earth where he feels the most comfortable and happy and he's not.  Therefor, I feel just as stressed out as he is feeling and it sucks! I did not miss this shit. There's something to be said to going out to a therapist office.  You can kind of leave all that crap and junk at the door once you leave to go home.  Plus, I have to wear a bra and real pants while she is here.  That's a drag.  In my own house. That ain't right.

This week his school will be going to a local minor league baseball team game.  Should be fun right? Or it could be seen as returning to the scene of the crime.  Kiddo had a pretty EPIC meltdown at that place when he was a lot younger with us.  Bad enough for us never to return to the ballpark again. You have no idea how glad I am that I don't have to be on this trip with him.  I gladly hand this outing over to his teacher.  It's also on Wednesday, as in "WTF Wednesdays", as in the day that Kiddo hates more than any other day in the week BECAUSE AUTISM. Even though I'm a lucky bastard who doesn't have to go on this field trip, I know I will be wound tighter than a clock the whole day till he comes home.

Because autism, parenting PTSD flashbacks happen.  A lot. Sometimes they hit hard, sometimes you ca shake it off.  Either way, staying stuck in them doesn't help you and your kid.

If there was a soundtrack trigger to Parenting PTSD, it's anything from the Disney Pixar genre. 

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Forgive

"Forgive, sounds good. 
Forget, I'm not sure I could. 
They say time heals everything
but I'm still waiting."  
Not Ready To Make Nice by the Dixie Chicks

It starts with such an innocent interaction but once again I had to play bomb squad and diffuse a situation about his old school. It's rather astounding that as much as we try to push forward and move on from it, we can get dragged right back to that horrible time in an instant.  All it took today was the sweet high school aged student that works the cash register at the local pizza joint to ask "Do you go to "W" middle school?"

We go this pizzeria every week after speech therapy. It's our thing. Probably started because I brought him there once and because autism, we are going there infinity.  I use the routine to our advantage. Making the Kiddo request what he wants and pay. The staff has gotten used to us and is patient with him.  I consider this a walking autism awareness educational opportunity.  So it wasn't odd for this young employee to want to ask him questions to be friendly but I'm betting she wasn't expecting his eyes to bug out of his head and yell "NO "W" SCHOOL!!!!!" in a sheer panic.  I quickly jump in and explain how he goes to a private school in another town and Boy, it's getting late, we got to get going and get home and Gee, it looks like rain. Better hustle. Thanks again! See you later! and I pretty much bum rush the Kiddo out of there to my car hoping like Hell we won't get into it about the school.

The ride home was a bit dicey. Him, constantly repeating that he doesn't go "THERE" anymore.  Me, reassuring him that he won't and also trying to explain that the question from the girl wasn't mean or really that out of line.  Let's move forward.  We were able to get home and he tucked into his pizza and I did some deep breathing in the kitchen that I narrowly avoided a rather explosive meltdown.

It also made me incredibly mad and upset.  He left that place in November and yet the fear is still there.   The pain is still very much raw, for the both of us.  I'm emotionally exhausted from when I have to play not only his Kiddo to English interrupter but also his "fixer". I never realized how many times I would have to be explaining his emotions to someone or in this case not so much explaining them but just trying to redirect the whole exchange.  The gal at the pizza place is nice but explaining that whole story to her?  Yeah, not happening.  Wrong time and place.

And I can't help but wonder when will I or Kiddo for the matter stop getting upset from these innocent exchanges. It's really hard to teach the Kiddo the idea of "forgive and forget" when I'm pretty sure he'll never forget.  While I'll most likely forget to do the simplest tasks like switching the wet clothes from the washer to the dryer, how my son was terrified of a school and that look on his face is etched in my brain. It's kind of hard to forgive a place that traumatized your heart that walks outside of your body.

All these months I have been purposely driving out of my way NOT to drive by the old middle school with the Kiddo in the car. I guess I'll keep doing that.

I however, have no problem when I am alone in the car to give it the proper one finger salute it deserves.  ;-)


Sunday, April 30, 2017

Today I was told...

Today I was told not to push my autistic son into situations where he would be uncomfortable and I needed to listen to autistic people. The thing is though, I did.

"The most important thing people did for me was to expose me to new things." Temple Grandin

If you don't know who she is, Dr. Grandin is the OG autism advocate. "A Loving Push", as she describes it. So I have and I will continue to do so because I have seen the difference this has made in my son's life. We've had success and we've had utter clusterfucks. I'll still keeping pushing though because the good outcomes are worth it. If it's good enough for Temple, it's good enough for The Kiddo.

I guess what you mean is I'm suppose to listen to autistic people but only ones you agree with.


Today I was told that I should not talk about any co morbid issues that come with autism during autism awareness month.  However, for the life of me I have yet to meet an autistic person that did not have any other co morbid issues or challenges.  Not to mention, isn't the point of awareness to clue folks in that autism comes with other issues?  If we don't talk about these challenges now, exactly when are we suppose to address these needs?  I will talk about these challenges this month and I will talk about these issues always.  If we don't talk about them, that's how the one sided stereotype of autism in the media and general knowledge will continue. Yeah, not on my watch.

So if you want to go around doing that, feel free.  I'm not.


Today I was self involved to air my feelings publicly. Well Jeez Honey, any writer of a blog knows that already. You're not exactly telling me anything that I don't already know.  Blogging, for the most part, is pretty self indulgent. I suspect you are concerned about "What if he read it one day?".  Fair enough and here's my response to that.  If my son can read this blog and understand it, all of it and get completely pissed off, I will sing "Amen and Hallelujah!". I will be absolutely thrilled that he was finally able to develop the comprehension needed to do so.  It will mean years of therapy, education, medical intervention, blood, sweat, and more tears (Mostly my own.)  than I can count actually worked. It will be validation that we actually made the right choices in his care and upbringing.  It will mean he is an independent, free thinking, self reliant person who is able to take care of himself.

That's all this autism mom could even hope to happen.  I will gladly pay for his future therapy bills and you can go about yelling "I told ya so." all you want. I'll be happy AF!


Today I was told my son wasn't autistic enough. I will add this to the times I have been told he simply too autistic to participate in activities and school environments.  All these years I have been living this Team Quirky lifestyle with him and now I find out there are levels of autism.  Well color me surprised!  Is it like the difference between a Muggle and a Mudblood in the wizarding world? Cause this Harry Potter fan can totally follow that.

Is Autism SPECTRUM Disorder some sort of video game with different levels my Kiddo has to earn?  Is there an app for that? Color me confused here but I thought the "Spectrum" part in the name meant there was more than one way to be with autism.


Today I was told by my son that he loves me and that is the only thing I ever worry about hearing. Feel free to keep telling me how I'm doing it wrong.  I mean, that's how this self involved blogging thing works. I write. You comment.  It's the circle of lifeeeeeeeeeee...

Today I am kind of glad it's the last day of Autism Awareness Month. Bet you are too since I just spent the past thirty days screwing it up. ;-)

Playing a little piano with the sheet music upside down. As you do. 

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Sad

I am not sad because my kid has autism.

You know what I'm sad about? It's all the other stuff that comes with the autism that can get bent.  The crippling anxiety, the obsessive compulsive disorder, the sensory processing issues, the hyperactivity, and the one that makes shit really freaking complicated, the intellectual disability.

Ya see, this is the kind of autism that doesn't get talked about in the glorious month of Autism Awareness.  Or at least I haven't seen it because my social media feeds is swimming in all the feel good inspiration memes.  Or the token stories of an autistic person that has some special awesome talent.  Which is cool. I don't begrudge these memes or stories but they are just so constantly one sided.  It's hard to feel hopeful and renewed when I know that this will never be our story. Not even close.

I have an almost 13 year old kid who still believes in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny.

I have an almost 13 year old kid who still watching Baby Einstein when he wants to unwind.

I have an almost 13 year old kid who's bedroom looks like the Island of Sodor exploded in it.

I am not sad that he's not into typical teen aged boy stuff.  Although, to be honest, I'm not sure what that would even be.  What are they into?  They seem like such mysterious moody creatures but I'm pretty sure it's not searching for out of production Blue's Clues DVDs online. (Thank you sweet baby Jesus for eBay.)

I get sad that even when I am planning something that should be a fun, it's coupled with so much stress and back up of plans in case it goes bust.  Since it has so many times before. It makes me not want to go anywhere some days and I really have to talk myself into pushing him and myself outside our little comfort shell and try.  Plus, Kiddo has a built in bullshit detector. He knows when I am faltering. Just for once I would love to just be able to say a thing that should make him happy and not have to pull out a social story to go with it.

I think what gets me the saddest is that for every "feel good story" that I see my "civilian" pals sharing, I wonder do they really get what the day to day grind can be like? No mainstream media is covering that story.  The worry, the stress, the frustration.  Guess what folks? It's not fake news. It's our life.

And you know they aren't the ones reading this blog.  It's cool you guys are here but man, I kind of wish they were so they could get it.  I'd invite them over but that has it's own stress filled complications. Unless they bring "window fries because well, fries.

That's the stuff about autism that I want people to be aware about.

Here's your token inspirational shot of my autistic Kiddo walking a long journey.  Wait, I forgot to slap a puzzle piece on it! 







Wednesday, April 5, 2017

The Stupid Ass Stuff I Still Do As An Autism Parent.

I wanted to touch base with the Kiddo's teacher and the BCBA at his school.  While they are pretty good about answering emails and communicating in the notebook, there's nothing like a face to face sit down.  As I was driving to my umpteen meeting about my Kiddo, I couldn't help but feel nervous.  It's not me we are meeting about.  Why am I taking it so personally?  It's hard not to when the topic of the conversation is about a person you just happen to have grown inside of you for nine months.

But despite the fact that the Kiddo is twelve and has been in school since the day after he turned three, this is the stupid ass stuff that I still do as an autism parent.  Worry about every single meeting and have that general sinking feeling of "being in trouble" with the school.  I suppose our time at the town's babysitting *cough* pardon me, I mean "middle school" also has not helped with the general feeling of meetings.

And what happened? It was a pretty good meeting. We covered a lot.  There were no real surprises. Discussed a lot of different ideas of what works and what doesn't.  By the time I left I was feeling rather happy about it all.  So what the heck Mama Fry?  Why do I get myself into such states of mind?

Here's another example of the stupid ass stuff I do.  If you have been following this blog for a while, you know all about "WTF Wednesdays". If you don't, well, long story short. Kiddo hates Wednesday because autism.  Honestly. That's all I can say to explain it. It's just one of those thing #TeamQuirky things about him that I've learned to accept.  Anyway, I heard from the teacher today that he had a much better Wednesday than I thought he would. (I had emailed her this morning that he was wound for sound and to give her a chance to either gear up or fake being sick and call out.)  What was different about today? She kept him SUPER BUSY! Like she always keeps him going but she really cranked up the special jobs for him today and he loved it.  Kiddo loves having a job.  She even got him an extra shift at the school store for him to do today.

I was telling my husband this tonight and he just chuckled and said "Wasn't this the exact thing we told the old middle school to do with him? That they never did?".  Yep, it was.  We told them that time and again and they never fecking did it.

So what stupid ass thing did I do? I started brooding on it. I went back full force to that time and place with them when we were all so super miserable.  Why? What is the function of this?  It serves no purpose. We are never going back there. It's pointless.  But yes, let me just get good and miserable for the sake of it. Let me just waste my time and be angry at how they failed him.  Somebody call Cher and get her to slap me and yell "SNAP OUT OF IT" Moonstruck style at me.



Fixating, it's not just for my Kiddo.  I am guilty of it too.  Good gravy, I'm the one that's suppose to be raising him and teaching him how to navigate through a world not made for him and I can't even get my shit together.  I need to write a social story for myself.

"It's okay to remember bad stuff.

It doesn't mean it's going to happen all the time.

Just remember to take a deep breath and order another side of fries."

Then end. :-)
"Geez Mom. You thought I was the one that obsesses too much? Now let me get back to looking up different manufacturers of school buses."








Thursday, March 16, 2017

He may be your client...

But he's my kid.

You see a name on a folder. I see my heart walking outside of my body.

Since November we have been working with a state agency called Perform Care. It was recommended to use by our school district caseworker.  She sung the praises of how much it would help. I eyed her over my glasses because I knew she had no idea how all this stuff works.  Suuuuuure. It would be just that simple.

Here it is, middle of March.  Ask me if a Behavior Therapist has been to my house yet? Better yet, ask me if the caseworker assigned to my Kiddo has EVEN MET the Kiddo?

Yesterday I got to the point of autism parenting that breaks me.  Being so frustrated that I cried while I was speaking. If you get me to that point, your ass better run. I can blow off anger. I can shake off being sad.  Making my mascara run down my face because I am trying to get the therapy my Kiddo needs, I hope you have your affairs in order and have made peace with your maker.

I am so freaking tired of this dance.  The amount of bureaucratic nonsense is astounding. To all the school caseworkers and teachers in New Jersey that say "Call Perform Care" to the parents of the students they serve, I'd like you to know that it's close to pointless to suggest it like it's a solution that will end the problem. The only thing Perform Care has done so far is make me have dozens of meetings and hundreds of phone calls. It is a glorified run around of paper pushing.  Every meeting ends with whatever person this caseworker has sent du jour recommending another thing and whatever that thing is, they don't do. "But call your caseworker!"

I lost my ever loving shit yesterday. All over the phone to multiple people. I keep hearing from them how they serve the whole family and yet the only person in my family that sees or talks to them the most is me.  I didn't sign up for Perform Care. I signed my KIDDO up for it.

And here we are, all these months later, and he still hasn't been seen by a behavior therapist. Each phone call to make another appointment to discuss things means another week is added on to this.  I'm ready to throw in the towel completely with this agency because it's just a lot aggravation with no payoff.

Of course, I can't because I need to have my son in the system. In as many places in the system as we can get him.  So as much as I just want to throw up the white flag and both my middle fingers at this, I press on.

By the end of the day yesterday I had managed to schedule yet another meeting with another agency to come see my Kiddo and maybe they'll be able to offer him services.  I'm not holding my breath and I'm pretty sure in the Kiddo's file is a big note that the mother is a raving lunatic.

I'm okay with that. :-)


Get frustrated. Cry. Scream. Repeat. 


Monday, March 13, 2017

AngelSense. A review and peace of mind.

I am often asked to recommend a good GPS device. One name that I have heard time and again was AngelSense. So I was pretty happy when the company reached out to me and asked me to review their product for my blog and become a part of their affiliate program.  (Full disclosure. They provided me with the device and a few months of service for free.)

Now bolting hasn't always been an issue for the Kiddo till this year. Call it puberty. Call it all the changes in the three schools he's been in less than a year. It doesn't happen a lot but it has happened. He's also in a program now were he goes on a lot of outside the school instructional trips.  Twice a month his class stops at multiple locations on a single outing. Yeah, this "Smother" gets a little worried about that.

I will be very honest. I was extremely skeptical when I received it. It is kind of big but I have to say my son doesn't seem to care. I have it pinned in the pocket of his coat for now.  Come summer I will have to pin it to his waistband of his shorts.  Here is a short video of what it looks like and how to attach it to clothes.  You are given a special magnet key that helps take off the fasteners.  You cannot remove the fasteners without it.  Kiddo tried. That thing did not budge.

Here's a clip of what you get and how to attach it. 


This works in conjunction with a free app you can download to your smartphone.  The app itself is very user friendly. You can also set it up to send you text and email alerts when your kid is "on the go".  Another feature that I loved was it clocks how fast the van/bus goes with my Kiddo on it.

Oh Helllllo Speed Demon Van Driver. Let's have a chat, shall we?  (And now we have a different driver.) 

I can now track exactly where he is on the ride home.  That's pretty handy to know when I have to put on real pants and a bra to get him off the bus. ;-) 

When your child stops somewhere it will notify you and ask you to name it if it's a stop your child goes to regularly. (i.e. School, Grandma's, Speech Therapy, "Window Fries".)  I would say we have pretty much all of his usual haunts programmed in there now.  This has been great on the days when he has that multiple stop class trip. I can see exactly what part of the trip they are on.

Another neat feature. You can "listen in" to your child's environment simply by pressing a button on the app.  You can then listen on your phone to what's going on.  With all the changes that keep happening with the Kiddo, this has been a good feature just to check in on him.  It was highly amusing to hear him rattling off the exit signs on his bus ride to school.  My only complaint about this is it is really easy to get addicted to listening in ALL THE TIME.  (Helicopter Mom much?)  I've managed to ween myself off of this.  It's nice to know that I have it should we need it.  Also, it needs to be noted that what you hear isn't always crystal clear. It can be muffled sometimes but it's kind of to be expected. It's really no different than if you had your phone in your pocket and butt dialed someone.

You get about a day's worth of battery life with this.  It means charging it over night and I have a text alert set up to both remind me to plug it in and to attach it to the Kiddo the next morning.  Also a nice feature as I am Hella forgetful.

Translation: "Get off Twitter and go put the device in his pocket!" 


All in all, I went from "Well, we'll see if this works." to "TEAM ANGELSENSE!"  It's serious peace of mind for this autism mom and I'm kind of kicking myself for not have tried it sooner.   (Especially when stuff was so bad at his old school.)  If you have been following me a while now, you know I don't usually post product reviews or affiliate links. It's usually because the stuff folks send me to review does not live up to the hype.  I don't want to waste your time or money getting your hopes up.  This product, for us, works. If elopement is a worry of yours or just want a little extra security, this is money well spent.

If you are looking to order one for your loved one with autism or just for more product info, click here!AngelSense (Full disclosure. This is an affiliate link, which means I will receive a commission if you purchase this device using this link.) So if you have been wondering about this product, I can say it honestly delivered and then some.

Side of fries for you AngelSense!