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The reasons for my premature greys

Matters of opinion. Matters of the heart. Matter of time before the hair dye just can’t keep up anymore.

This blog follows one prairie mom as she marches to the beats of her children’s drums. Actually, sometimes, it’s more like tap dancing with next to no cardio endurance or desperately trying to keep balance while tripping over an array of toys scattered on the living room floor. Either way, it’s an adventure you are invited to join.

Some bits will be hopeful.  Some bits will be serious.  Some will be crazy-amazing and then some will be full of hair pulling, teeth grinding, screaming into pillows and Advil.

Some moments won’t have had any sleep. Or coffee (fair warning).

Some moments will be loud and noisy and others, so quiet and perfect they belong in a fairy-tale.

With posts ranging from thought provoking essays to living every day with a box of KD (no, really, every day), you’re sure to find something that will pique your interest.

Thank you for joining along. Hope you enjoy the ride.

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Really Real

Not wanting to spoil Mother’s Day Sunday for everyone, I saved this until today.

Had a good day for the most part.
But there was this one section of the day that was really real and to say less than pleasant, would be an understatement.

Just before noon, we decided to head out and go grocery shopping. While getting ready (cleaning up back of vehile changing out of workout clothes, getting shoes on, etc.) Daniel was playing in the back paddock. It’s fenced and he has played there many times. The gate is also locked and even I have difficulty opening it because of its weight and how it catches the ground (think lift and hard pull). So, I am about ready to go get Daniel get him ready to go only,

He’s gone.

His sister looked out and thought his Dad had already brought him inside. I race out to the car. Daniel is not with Dad.

FML

Pure panic and terror. AJ and I race out the back and I break the gate open to run to the grassy area outside it to see if that is where he’s gone. There’s also a park about 100 meters from our home he loves.

Still gone. And I cant hear him.

Happy ending though. AJ notices Daniel peaking up from the neighbours fenced paddock. We pull him out of there and the 30 years that just left my life came back. He was safe and unharmed aside from a slightly skinned knee.

Nothing foul afoot here. Daniel is a notorious climber and there are items in the paddock he can climb that would have enabled him to get over the fence and into the neighbour’s paddock area. He’s climbed on these items before before. Usually though, someone notices and we get him to climb down. He’s also never gotten high enough before (he was too short…guess now he’s not) to be able to get over the fence. And usually I can go and take my eyes off Daniel for a few minutes here and there without him getting into something that might hurt him.

I don’t blame his ASD behaviours; he wasn’t ‘bolting’. I don’t blame anyone.
Kids play.
Kids climb.
And Daniel is old enough that I should be able to put my shoes on while he plays quietly in an area that is enclosed, that he’s familiar with, and by normal means is a safe place to play, without keeping my eyes glued on him.
Did I just about lose my ever-loving mind and now have plans make sure something like this can’t happen again? You betcha!

5 minutes, though. That’s how long this episode took. In 5 minutes, things went from fine, to horrifying, and back again. Way too real.

This moment is gonna stick with me folks.

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An Ode to KD

Dear audience,

A poet, I am not. Like not even a little bit. But as I was watching my son eat lunch one day and then again when I cleaned up after him, I felt an undeniable urge to put pen to paper and give this whole rhyming things a shot.

Many parents know the struggle of what it’s like having a child who has, let’s call it, a particular palate. A very particular palate. The kind of particular that makes you want to pull your hair out from the boredom of watching them eat the same thing every day. But then it becomes a comfort when you realize you don’t have to try and be too creative with your meal plans.

My son is no exception to this need for sameness when it comes to the foods he will (and absolutely will not) accept. Every day, every single day, he will have the same thing (or nearly the same thing) for breakfast and lunch. Toast with jam or waffles with syrup for breakfast and then a box of KD for lunch. For a while he would eat half a mashed banana mixed with dry cereal for breakfast but I made the devastating mistake of running out of bananas for 3 days and when I finally got some, he wouldn’t go near the yellow skinned fruit for months!

I shudder to think of what would happen if I ever ran out of KD for a day.

Supper is always a struggle, as I try to add a little variety to his meals with different types of pasta, veggies, and protein. I think that, if and when my son were ever to figure out just exactly how much I freak out about this, he would probably laugh at me. Especially since by the end of many nights, I give up and end up providing him with some sort of fruit and a drink.

Sometimes I am able to score a parenting win by sneaking in some nutritional goodness into his food. Sometimes I watch with bated breath as he cautiously approaches a never-before-tried food with an interest that is more than just how to use it as ‘paint’. I nearly passed out when he puts said food into his mouth, chews, and swallows.

“Dear god. He tried a new food. Voluntarily!”

Only a few parents, whose children have sensory sensitivities on the extreme side, will understand the floor-shaking euphoria that can overcome you when that special moment happens.

Now back to the mac ‘n’ cheese of things.

I have always like KD, even back when it was called Kraft Dinner Macaroni and Cheese (no comments on my age please 😉 ). However, my enjoyment of this food is nothing compared to the enthusiasm my soon-to-be-four year old has for it, and has had for it since he started on solid foods. That kind of passion and love for a meal got me to thinking about what my life would be like if Daniel suddenly decided he didn’t like KD anymore. Or what would happen if the ‘powers that be’ continue to jack up the cost per box to the realm of gourmet level pasta.

As I’ve watched Daniel shovelling handfuls of noodles into his face, I know though, that regardless of the cost, there will always be KD in my house. Unless Daniel tells me otherwise. Me thinks that will not be happening any time soon, however.

Therefore, and without further ado, I present to you all, my composition of adoration to the boxed foodstuff of miraculously cheesy proportions.

Enjoy (with a fork or spoon – I don’t judge!)

An Ode To KD
A poem by Stephanie Sansom

Dear Kraft Dinner Macaroni and Cheese,
Your product means the whole world to me.
If our house goes even one day without your cheesy delight,
Then my day will really suck; my outlook not so shiny or bright.
The reason for this dedication, you see,
Is because of my son, diagnosed with ASD

Now you might thing I’m kidding, that I’m speaking in jest,
About how boxes (and boxes) of KD bring us so much zest.
But I could show you pictures of cheese covered smiles
That prove a box a day is totally worthwhile.

Now some may call it picky eating, some may call it a phase
How my son will eat this particular meal, day after day.
But I know deep down it’s more complicated than that,
Because dealing with his sensory issues have become ‘old hat’

When I can’t get him to eat anything else,
And I start to worry about his health,
KD is my saviour, the one thing that will bring him around
To the dinner table, heaps of cheesy noodles bowled in a mound.

A noodle here, more noodles there,
Noodles, noodles they get everywhere!
Unfortunately they end up all over my house,
Despite my cleaning efforts and protest shouts.

Maybe it’s the cheese sauce, maybe it’s not.
Maybe it’s the sound of dry noodles rattling in the box.
Whatever the reason, I could care less why
Because KD makes my son happy, and that makes me feel so high.
So my dear Kraft Dinner Macaroni and Cheese,
Now you know why your product means the whole world to me.

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Nothing Went Right…The Steps I Took to Handle My Life

**Article written by Prairie Spectrum parent contributor (and site partner) Kathleen**

One Friday mid-morning this past June, I got a call from my son’s school; he was running a fever and I needed to pick him up. I won’t bore you with too many details, but the basic recap is that we spent the entire weekend nursing his fever that never went away and by the following Wednesday, we’d been back and forth to children’s ER three times for three rounds of antibiotics, two sedations and one catheter.

As you can imagine, we were all exhausted. My son felt absolutely terrible, his dad and I were emotionally spent and, on top of all of this, I was battling a sinus infection and bronchitis. The icing on the cake? My one year old was teething and therefore cranky all. The. Time. EVERYTHING was rough at this point; the crap had hit the fan.

Stress is a natural part of life. It affects us all and, if we’re lucky, an adult beverage of some type and a hot bubble bath can fix it. But what happens when everything goes wrong, all at the same time, and you feel like you’re drowning? Like when your car breaks down and needs an expensive repair, your youngest isn’t sleeping well at night (which means you don’t sleep well), your special needs kiddo is back to poop smearing and aggressive behavior, your husband is working long, hard hours, and you’re battling a mom cold? Yeah, I’ve been there.

Nothing goes right all the time for anyone, and sometimes, multiple issues hit us at once. We can feel like we’re barely treading water and, in our heads, we’re screaming “what do I do?!” I don’t have all the answers (sorry!) but I do have two steps that work for me when all hell breaks loose.

  1. Adjust your attitude.
  • First and foremost, this too shall pass! Your struggle will not kill you and you will move on! Soon enough, you’ll look back and be super thankful that you made it past that awful time that shall no longer be talked about.
  • Second, compared to all the good things that have happened in your life, and all the good things that are yet to come, this time will probably feel like a drop in the bucket in comparison. Think about it a little bit. You’re having a rough few days, possibly a rough few weeks, but good stuff is in your future! After all, when you’ve hit rock bottom, the only place to look is up.
  • If the positive thoughts above don’t help, take a laughter break. One of the good things about living in this technological age is that funny stuff is at our fingertips. Go on YouTube and search for scared cat videos. Open up Netflix and watch that comedy you’ve been eyeing. Search the humor category on Pinterest. Laughter is indeed the best medicine sometimes.
  1. Adjust your life.
  • Relax more. At night, go to sleep as soon as your kids are down. While your kids are napping, snooze a bit on the couch. However, don’t force yourself to try to sleep. After I gave birth to my daughter, I struggled with postpartum anxiety due to my hormones and a long, exhausting week in the hospital. It got so bad at one point that I called Winnipeg’s mental health crisis hotline. An awesome lady came out to see me at my house and gave me great advice regarding sleep: if you can’t sleep, don’t. Forcing yourself to try to sleep adds to your stress. Sit back and read a book or watch a movie. Focus on simply giving yourself a break, not catching extra zzz’s.
  • Cut back on your chores. Get your groceries delivered, and the same goes for dinner. Don’t worry about having a sparkling kitchen when a few clean dishes will do for the time being. If you have enough clothes for yourself and your family for the next few days, laundry can wait. Doing the bare minimum is perfectly acceptable when you’re struggling. Take care of your family and yourself first; a dirty house will wait for you. Better yet, if it’s possible, look into temporary maid service until your life calms down a bit.
  • Don’t sweat the small stuff (aka: prioritize). What has to be done right now? Do what’s vital right away, like taking a shower. What can wait a few days? Plan to handle those tasks by the following week. You really don’t have to shave your legs ASAP; being clean is enough for now. It might help you to sit down and write out a plan for yourself, checking things off as you go. Having tasks clearly outlined helps reduce a lot of my own personal stress. It also helps me realize that a lot of the things that I’m worrying about are actually not a huge deal and therefore not worthy of my time when I’m stressed to the max. It might also make you giggle to read “wax my eyebrows” on your to-do list. Refer to my earlier advice regarding laughter.
  • If things get really tough, call in reinforcements. Grandparents, your siblings, good friends, your respite worker (if you have one)…call whoever you can to ask for help. You’d be surprised who is ready and willing to step up to the plate if you only reach out.

If you’re reading this article, chances are you’re also dealing with a steaming pile of crap right now. Please know that you aren’t alone. Everyone, and I mean everyone (whether they admit it or not), goes through a time when they want to pull their hair out, fall to the floor and quit. Maybe that solidarity will provide peace in the midst of your storm. If it doesn’t, maybe my parent-to-parent tips might do the trick. If you have some tricks of your own, I’d love to hear from you! Take care and always remember: this too shall pass!

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Grandpa’s First Stim

WTF is a stim? 
Many months ago, when I was still really new to this whole my-son-is-autistic thing, I came across many new and exciting and confusing words. Stimming was one of them.

Stimming. To stim. A self-regulatory behaviour which consists of the repetition of physical movements, sounds, or the moving of objects. It is considered a form of self-soothing and is most prevalent in persons with developmental disabilities, most particularly in persons with autism.

Thank you, Wikipedia!

So, what is stimming? It’s toe tapping, knee bouncing, hair pulling, nail chewing, hand flapping, head shaking, pen/pencil twirling, bubble wrap popping, picking at oneself, head banging, self-slapping, toe walking, spinning on the spot, rolling or spinning something over and over again, opening and closing a cupboard door repeatedly for extended periods of time, fiddling with the trinkets on a piece of jewelry, using a fidget spinner, yelling out the same tone and holding it…you get the idea.

In most situations, stimming is pretty innocuous. It’s also very, VERY common. Like, almost everyone on the planet does it. I, for one, chew my nails, bounce my knees, and click pens. I also have a bracelet of which the string is all stretched out from all my fidgeting with the beads on it. I have a co-worker who chews on those plastic, coffee stir-sticks. It could even be argued that chewing tobacco (or gum) and smoking are also forms of stimming.

Lots of people stim. Every day, all day.

True story (a.k.a. ‘Grandpa’s “First” Stim’): 

Grandpa & The Boy

One day, a few months back, when my dad was visiting, he was asking me questions about ASD and ASD family life. I was explaining different quirks we now have had to learn to deal with and stimming came up. I explained briefly what it is and why I support when others do it. We then carried on with our visit and other discussions.

A few hours later into the same visit, we were all sitting in the living room watching my son being goofy and I noticed my dad doing something he has been doing for years. You see, my dad plays the bagpipes. Honest to goodness, Scotland-the-Brave-is-my-jam-and-his-ringtone, bagpipes. When he sits for a while and is otherwise not really engaged in anything, and sometimes even when he is, he will start to “play bagpipes”  with his fingers.

When I noticed this during said visit, I turned to him and said “congratulations Dad, you’re stimming”.

The look on his face … (LOL)

“I never really noticed,” he said.

“Of course not. You’re not autistic. People won’t make a deal of it because your stims aren’t as noticeable as others might be. But it’s exactly the same as when Daniel flaps his hands, walks on the tips of his toes, or spins a wheel repeatedly. It’s the way you regulate yourself from boredom or nervousness or any other kind of sensory overload or ‘underload’.”

“I never would have thought of it that way. Isn’t that neat.”

He then continued “jamming” on his thighs.

So, what’s the big stimming deal? 
Why is it then, that this term is not more commonly heard or discussed outside circles dealing with persons with special needs? Clearly, it’s happening a lot and nobody really pays attention to it otherwise.

Maybe that’s why. The whole “the actions of persons with special needs are more noticeable because they themselves are more noticeable in general”. I have a theory that when people say that stimming is more “prevalent” in persons with developmental disabilities, what they actually mean is that it’s done more frequently and is more obvious.

Then again, have you ever sat in an exam hall that’s almost painfully quiet…except for that one person who is furiously tapping their pencil on the desk? That seems pretty obvious to me.

Regardless of the why/why not, stimming is a commonplace behaviour. Moreover, it’s acceptable (or should be). Think about all of those times when you were overly bored, or happy, or upset and you held those emotions inside until suddenly, you just “stimmed-out?”  You regulated yourself to help handle whatever was going on around you at the time and, more importantly, you felt better.

Now imagine that you’re doing a movement stim, like toe or finger tapping. You’re really into it and then all of a sudden someone told you to stop. To stop, and not do it again. I’m betting that eventually, the urge to continue on tapping, or to perform some other form of stim, would start to press on you and may even build towards the edge of overwhelming. I am also betting that that situation likely doesn’t happen very often. This may be the case, however, for many autistic persons.

From no-stim to pro-stim 
When therapists and professionals were speaking to me about behaviours my son might exhibit, stimming came up briefly. It was also mentioned that they would be working with him to diminish these behaviours in him. And I was taken slightly aback. Why? His stims aren’t really harmful. I mean, yes, the screaming-yelling, very loud, local stims I can understand why they wouldn’t be helpful in a classroom, but hand flapping? Head shaking? As long as he is able to get grips with himself and continue on with his work, I didn’t see a problem with a few stims. Especially as there is research out there showing that movement in children can help them to concentrate better and work more productively.

That was the moment I became pro-stim. Providing a person is not hurting themselves, or others, and not upsetting to a work/school setting on a whole, then I say “Keep Calm and Stim On!” In my opinion, if it’s okay for “atypical” people to stim without fanfare but for a person with autism stimming has to be stopped or “worked on” then that is a double standard. I do not appreciate double standards.

I understand the need for teaching non-disruptive methods of self-regulation and stimulation and stopping the stims that are harmful. Consider, though, the differences between sending an upset child on a break from their homework to play with their toys (or tablet), to allowing an upset child to spin a wheel for few minutes for the same reason. I don’t see the difference. Do you?

The moral of all this is that stimming is A-Okay and happening all over the place, all the time. The general consensus from persons with autism about stimming is a positive one (this is based on what I have read about online thus far). Rather than working on minimizing those behaviours, which help them to deal with already difficult situations and sensory overload, we should be helping them to recognize when a situation is becoming overwhelming and know which methods work best for them to regain self-control and “inner peace.”

I stim. You stim. He stims. She stims. We stim. They stim. 
And it’s no big deal!

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The ‘Okay’ List

***”The ‘Okay’ List” was written by Prairie Spectrum Parent (and site partner) Kathleen***

RetroBathIn 2013, my son was diagnosed with Global Developmental Delay, Sensory Processing Disorder and Autism Spectrum Disorder. The testing process took almost exactly a year so I had a pretty clear idea as to what was coming, but nothing was able to prepare me for eleven words: “Our tests conclude that your son has an Autism Spectrum Disorder.” Even though they were said in the gentlest way possible, with a look of sympathy on the developmental pediatrician’s face, the words rocked my world and changed my life forever. I cried right there in front of the doctor, who patted my back and assured me that my tears were normal. However, I felt anything but normal.

Let me boil it down for you.

The first thing that hit me was shock. Despite my initial tears, I didn’t really feel much else at first. The day that we received the diagnosis, I drove home, put my son down for his nap and went straight to the almighty Google. I researched everything I could think of relating to ASD and all the while, I thought I was alright. My tears had dried up and I was in an almost clinical mindset: cool and detached. The shock wore off the following week, when we pulled into the parking lot at St.Amant in order to attend our parent information session. Consequently, we were a few minutes late because I had to stay in the car and breathe through a sudden panic attack.

When the shock wore off, I started to feel angry. Even though I was wrong, I was angry at myself because I “just knew” that something I had or hadn’t done was the cause of my son’s ASD. I was angry at judgmental people who glared at my son during his meltdowns or whenever he would do vocal stims. The waitlists for therapy made me furious, because it was obvious that my son needed more help than I could give him but we faced a two year wait to get it.

As hard as the anger and shock were to face, the battle with fear was the biggest one. It’s normal for all parents to worry for their children, but with my son’s ASD, my fears looked something like this: was our therapy of choice the right fit for our son? Would he ever learn to talk? Would he ever go to school? Would he be bullied for being different? Would he become an independent adult and lead a full life? It went on and on like a broken record.

Anger and fear were just the beginning for me. I felt overwhelmed, sad, guilty over anything and everything, and jealous of my friends who had “normal” struggles with their neuro-typical children. My emotions didn’t hit me in any kind of order and I often felt a combination of all of them at once. While it’s completely normal and healthy to experience different emotions, mine sent me on a downward spiral.

I began experiencing the physical effects of constant anxiety. Before ASD entered my life, I would occasionally have trouble sleeping. However, full blown insomnia became something I struggled with most nights. Thoughts of wanting to physically harm myself and my son scared me into action. I spoke with my GP, who gave me a prescription for an antidepressant. Although I was a bit nervous to take any medication, I wanted to try it. I’ve heard of antidepressants working beautifully for some people. Unfortunately, they didn’t work for me. In fact, my suicidal thoughts screamed even louder inside my head. One night, it got so bad that my husband flushed my pills down the toilet and slept on the floor just outside our bedroom door in case I tried to harm myself in the middle of the night. He also called my mother-in-law to stay with my son and I for the next few days while he worked. I felt positively crazy, but the visit from my mother-in-law was when things began to turn around for me.

Over the next few days, she and I talked a lot and in the course of our conversations, she taught me a valuable lesson that helped me get my life back on track. That lesson was two simple words: be selfish. In this context, being selfish meant that if I felt I needed a break, I had to take one and not feel guilty about it. It was her wisdom that helped me develop my ‘Okay List’; a mental list of things that are okay for me to do or not do whenever I feel that I’m becoming overwhelmed by anxiety once again. The  Okay List looks like this:

  • It’s okay to be kind to yourself. We all have terrible days, when we’re 100% sure we’ve messed up our kids irrevocably. Don’t beat yourself up! Take a breath, go to bed and try again tomorrow.
  • It’s okay to say no. If you feel like you’re at your limit and you’re going to blow up if you take anything else on, say no. Take care of yourself and your immediate family. Everyone else is secondary until you feel better.
  • It’s okay to have a hobby that isn’t ASD-related. If you’re like me, you dove right into ASD, associated conditions, terminology, current research, etc. after your child’s diagnosis. It’s great to be an expert in all things relating to your child, but that’s not all that life is about. If you like to crochet, do it. If you’re like me and you’re in love with romance novels, read them! Whatever helps take your mind off ASD momentarily is not only acceptable but encouraged!
  • It’s okay to be selfish. Take care of you in whatever way is best and don’t let your brain or another human being tell you that you aren’t worth it or that you don’t need it. Soak in a hot bubble bath, go by yourself to get ice cream or get a pedicure. Whatever floats your boat.
  • It’s okay to make plans and look forward to them. Again, life is not all about ASD so don’t live like it is. Make plans with your friend to go see that new movie you’re excited about. Bonus: looking forward to something helps you through the long, tough days that are frequent with ASD life.
  • It’s okay to feel whatever you’re feeling. It helped me immensely when I started to allow my emotions to have a few moments and then move past them. At times, I wrote down what I was feeling in a notebook. This helped me to experience whatever emotion was bugging me and then I physically set it aside before moving on with my day.
  • It’s okay to ask for help! Be up front and honest about the kind of help you need. If your friend wants to drop by for a visit but you could use a few groceries, ask her to stop by the store on her way to you. You might be surprised by how much people want to be supportive. All it takes is asking for it.

I have two more items on my Okay List that I’m about to share. These two things are, by far, the most important to me. Above all else, please remember:

  • It’s okay to reach out to other ASD parents. In other words, find your tribe. Supportive family members who try to understand are amazing, but other parents who are living ASD are, in my opinion, absolutely vital. They understand it all: the night waking, the poop smearing, the meltdowns, the tears, the guilt, the lows and the highs. Find people who understand why you have thirteen economy-sized boxes of Cheerios in your shopping cart. Get to know the parents who are in the trenches with you. I promise you that you’ll be happy you did.
  • It’s okay to seek professional help when you need it. Sometimes, talking with friends and family is not quite enough. If you find this is the case, speak to your GP. He or she can refer you to a therapist. There are also an abundance of hotlines and online chat groups if you need help right away.

An ASD diagnosis is an extraordinarily tough pill to swallow. Not only does it affect your child’s life, but, emotionally, it can knock you right down. Hopefully this article will help you to realize that you’re not the only one going through some pretty heavy feelings and that you can get past them. Create your own Okay List, or reference mine if you need some inspiration. If that doesn’t quite work, speak to a professional. Everyone experiences things differently but one thing is for sure: we can get through this together!

-Kathleen

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Thinking About Autism

I can’t remember the first time I’d heard about autism. I know it was years before being a parent was even a notion and I know I didn’t pay it much attention or give it much thought.

Then I met Mike

Mike has a daughter, AJ, from a previous relationship and I knew upon first meeting her that she was different. She’s diagnosed ADHD but I knew that not all of her quirks could be explained by ADHD alone. When AJ started living with us part-time, eventually moving in full-time, I started looking into mental health diagnostic procedures for her and came across autism again. Wanting to keep up with the lingo and explanations the doctors and school representatives would give, I did cursory research (thank you, internet) on several terms that frequent mental health searches. It was later determined that AJ’s autism assessment was inconclusive, although she does have marked cognitive and learning deficits. With that being done and nothing left to do but wait for another assessment from a development specialist in Winnipeg, I didn’t give autism much more thought.

Until my son, Daniel, was born.

Mike and I had always acknowledged the possibility that since AJ had mental ‘quirks,’ we could probably expect any future children to have a quirk or two of their own.

As Daniel grew (and boy did he ever), I started noticing he wasn’t reaching certain milestones in regards to his speech development. I wasn’t really worried about it because I knew all children develop differently and boys are known to develop verbal skills a little ‘slower’ than girls do. He started speech therapy at about 18 months.

As the sessions went along, I would talk to the speech language pathologist about other quirks in Daniel’s behaviour: minimal eye contact, hand and head flapping, etc. I didn’t want to psyche myself out about it but I knew it wasn’t all ‘atypical.’ Daniel was referred to the Children’s Development Clinic. I was told there was about a 6 month wait before Daniel would be seen and I forgot all about my concerns in that time, being so caught up in life as it happened.

Wednesday, April 27th, 2017.

That was the day autism officially paraded into my life.

It was like knowing I was going to fall, but not expecting to get the wind knocked out of me too. The moments following Daniel’s diagnosis are a bit blurry at times, while others are fairly clear; their sharpness leaving a permanent mark on my life and being.

Now I spend a lot of time thinking about autism. I think about what it means for Daniel as he grows up and the challenges he’ll have to overcome. I think about how it has changed our daily routine to accommodate multiple therapy sessions and continuous assessments. I think about the upcoming maze that is the school system and how we’re going to get through it. I think about how much I love watching my kids together. I think about how much I can’t wait to hear new words come from my little Bandit in his ‘autism accent.’ I think about how scared I am. About how frustrated I get when I look at the provincial initiatives, services, and therapies as a whole that are available (or unavailable) to everyone dealing with autism. I think about how exhausting it is having all of this to deal with now. Then I marvel and dance and whoop whenever I see Daniel reach a new milestone and AJ learn a new life skill.

Yeah, I think about autism a lot.

 

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