Autism part two

Being the nerd that I am I like to look at my blog stats to see how people get here.  The autism post early this week has led to some interesting searches finding me.  Phrases like “Autism parents despair”, “My autistic teen” and “Autism failure” have popped up in my referring searches.  I want to say hello to those who have found me because of the autism article and I think I have a little more to say.

My daughter Rachel is 14 and lives in a residential house for autistic and behaviorally challenged teens.  She has been there almost two years.  We are very luck to have a house that meets Rachel’s needs and is so close to us.   Rachel takes two types of medication for her autistic symptoms and a third to suppress seizures, she has only had one, but it nearly killed her and we are disinclined to take any chances. Rachel’s current situation is a case study in “never say never”.

Not so many years ago I claimed I would never medicate my child to deal with her behaviors.  I was also certain that I would never place her in an institutional or residential placement.  Then puberty approached and that all changed.   Autism for us has been a series of coming to terms with things only to have to come to terms with them again.  When Rachel was first diagnosed she was classed as mildly autistic in most areas and severely autistic in language, especially expressive language.  Rachel was always affectionate, you could get her to look at you, she had imaginative play, but the ability to communicate wasn’t there.

The experts I talked to couldn’t tell us much.  They have therapies, medications, diets, treatments and a variety of strategies, but they also would say, when pushed, that no one knows what exactly will work or not for each child.   I remember one psychiatrist saying “support groups for very young children with autism are always so hopeful.  I have never met the parents of an autistic three year old who didn’t say their child was ‘mildly’ or ‘Moderately’ autistic.  By nine that changes.”  He was so very right in that.  A mildly or moderately autistic child will likely respond to early intervention and be able to function reasonably well in a class room and life in general.   I have met some parents who tell me about their autistic four or five year old who is doing school work a year ahead but has some social quirks.  I don’t doubt they have a diagnoses of autism, but our children are on different ends of the spectrum.  Eventually those of us with severely autistic children have to face that this is the hand we’ve been dealt. 

There are those parents who are firmly set in denial.  The parents who’s three year old child is licking the carpet and has three functional words and say their child is “mildly autistic”.    I think I was one of them.   I kept hoping things would get better.  We did the therapy, the special classes, the in home therapy.  The whole gambit.  It is draining both for the parents and the child.  But you have to do it because, everyone tells you, this is the only hope for your child.   And it is hard to stop at some point and say “This isn’t working”.   Some parents stop later than others.  I met a woman and her nine year old autistic son at the pool last year.  He was non-verbal, he occasionally hit himself in the head while his mother and I were talking,  he couldn’t follow basic directions.  Mother claimed he was “moderately autistic” that he was doing behavioral intervention, and had been since two and that it was working really well for him.  She was sure he would lead a full and active life.  My heart broke for her.

 My heart breaks for myself as well some days.  I go through phases where things seem hard and then seem better.  But I can always look back at some words of wisdom offered by a friend of mine.  “Darcee,” he said, “don’t be sad for Rachel, there is no reason to feel sad for her.  She likes herself, she is happy most the time as happy as most kids her age.  The person you are feeling sad for is yourself, Rachel is fine.”

And that was so true and still is.  Rachel has times where she is upset or sad.  But so does any 14 year old girl.  She struggles at times with letting people know what she wants and how she feels.  More so than most her peers, but her life is also somewhat more simple than theirs.   I worry for her, what will happen to her if she out lives us.  How will we provide for her care.  But those are my worries not her’s.  Rachel’s life looks very different from her peers’ lives, but it isn’t a bad life and it is her’s and she is mostly happy.

5 thoughts on “Autism part two

  1. Good for you for being able to see how she is. Every child is different from all the others, and should be able to be accepted for how they are not how they are compared to their peers, autistic or not.

  2. Beautifully written. The last two paragraphs hit home for me. My son is high functioning but I worry about his life all the time. However, he is a happy, happy 9 year old. Glad to have found you through 4Real.

  3. I wanted to cry when you wrote about that mother in denial about her son. I can just imagine how she feels, how she clings to the hope that her son will lead a normal life. I pray right now that her hopes and dreams will be answered – that all our hopes and dreams will be answered. That our children will grow and have full, happy lives despite having this, this affliction. My son has mild symptoms of autism and I always hope and pray he will lead a normal and happy life. I too worry what will happen to him if his mom and dad are not around anymore. Most days are good, but there are moments when it is hard to bear and see him not able to clearly express his anxiety and sad feeling or hurt. You just do the best you can with patience and love and understanding. God bless you all.

  4. Thank you for that. I have a son diagnosed with “mild to moderate” autism. I am one of those mothers that are probably in denial, as I see such progress in him everyday. I also want to be realistic and know my 2 year old may not end up “One of those that goes on to lead a normal life”. Either way he is my baby, will always be my baby and the joy of my life. That is all that matters. So it’s so true I should never be sad for him, as he is a happy boy! and I shouldn’t be sad for me, because I have a very happy boy!

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