I have often wished that Autism took weekends off, and federal holidays. One of the hardest things about having a special needs child is that it is relentless. This can feel true with the other ones as well. Occasionally when the boys are bickering, I think to myself that having a child who doesn’t speak really isn’t all bad. However, on many Sunday mornings when your body wants a break and you want to chill on the couch with coffee and the newspaper, you can’t. Sometimes you can, maybe she is feeling mellow and just wants to hang out, or maybe she wakes up at 5 and bangs on her door until you put her in the car which is where she likes to go first thing in the morning. You just never know, and the not knowing means that even if you can chill on the couch on a Sunday morning you have one ear open the whole time. In fact you never really relax because at any moment a tantrum can start. Mae’s tantrums are like summer storms — they can come out of nowhere, rain furiously and stop as quickly as they started. She bangs her head and bites her hands, she twists her body and kicks her legs, I can barely imagine what the internal storm must feel like for her because the outside is so dramatic.
This weekend was different though, this weekend we took an Autism vacation. We were home, we were with Mae, we were in fact sanding and prepping the walls of the kitchen for paint. Hardly a trip to the Bahamas, but we even managed to fit in not one but two trips to Home Depot. It is glamorous around here these days. Mae was calm, she was joyous, she happily joined us as we cruised the now familiar giant aisles. When the sander was loud she did not attempt to drown it out with screams but went up to her brothers’ room instead and lay down in Pete’s bed. There was not a tantrum, or even a complaint lodged. I feel this strange sensation in my face and realize that it is my lower jaw relaxing for the first time in a while. Yesterday, when I went running, I realized that I didn’t feel a moment’s guilt because I thought Mae might be home melting down. I felt free. It’s been a long time.
This change in behavior is due to a new protocol Mae is on. When we made this move to the West Coast, part of the motivation was that really interesting research is going on in fields related to Autism. Mae is part of a study on the effects of a new drug on mood regulation. I had some serious concerns about taking this step. I love that Mae bounces in and out of rooms like Tigger. I don’t care if that’s a sensory seeking behavior. To me it is part of who she is. The thought of giving her something that would affect her personality made me uncomfortable. It is hard for me to know what is Mae and what is Autism and can you love one without the other? I have worked so hard to accept and love her for exactly who she is that I was worried that this could change all that.
It is way too early to say whether this is a long term solution or simply a break in the clouds. Either way I feel like we had a vacation from Autism this weekend. Like all vacations, I didn’t know how badly I needed it until I felt myself wind down. Mae has taught me to adapt to anything, to enjoy the smallest victories and to love the people in my life for who they are right now. I know that I am a better mother and a more compassionate person for the experiences she and I have shared, but this weekend reminded me that just because I can endure something doesn’t mean I have to. It reminded me that we can normalize anything, and that is a survival mechanism that I depend on.
Mostly it made me remember how good a Sunday morning feels. I am cautiously optimistic that we have more Sundays in our future and maybe we are really onto something. For anyone who deals with an illness of their own or that of a beloved family member, the hardest part is that it doesn’t take weekends or federal holidays off. I am reminded that no matter how grim things may be it is important to take a break: a walk around the block or simply a cup of coffee, but to try for some small period of time to find a Sunday morning. Beach vacations in exotic places are great, but these days nothing feels more luxurious than than the quiet that comes on a Sunday when everyone feels safe and loved and knows where they belong.
4 thoughts on “An Autism Vacation”
Oh, the jaw unclenching. We went through a brief similar idyll last week but this week has been rough. Thanks for the sunshine.(Of course, we take rain too ;)…etc)
Yea! I know you are use to this storm sweetie but so glad you had a break from it … even if just for a moment. Big hugs to you all.
You have no idea how awesome this was to read after being up with fritz all last night(he never sleeps) but last night was particularly bad as he bounced from room to room making all kinds of incomprehensible noises. Thank you for putting this into words .
Miss you. Wish you were back east but you sound like you are settling in well. Things still tough here for us financially as Chris has started his own firm but no revenue yet. Challenging time . Will write more later after I wake up:)!! Xo
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