A Summer of Lessons

This was a strange summer. It was a summer of growth thats for sure. I have learned a lot. I have learned that sometimes all you need are the right tools for a task and that task becomes easier. Sometimes not even a task. I have learned that sometimes forty dollars a month is all it takes to get your life back. I have learned that summers pass faster as my kids grow older and their worlds expand beyond family and the four walls of our home. I have learned that autism is sometimes one of the greatest gifts God has ever given me.

Its hard to explain to those on the outside of our little world what a small little GPS attached to my child can mean. To me, it meant open doors to let just a bit of light in without fear. It meant a summer without an interaction with police due to his elopmement behavior. It meant him walking away from us at a festival while we tried to help a friend to get a fan out of her daughters hair and me not having that freakout heart pounding kind of fear when i realized he was gone in the forty-five seconds of my attention being diverted to help with a small crisis. As my husband went running in ciricles I calmly reached down into my bag and opened the angelsense tracking app and found him within one moment. My husband ran to me, face white as a ghost and asked, “why are you so calm?!” I just waved my phone in his direction and said “because I knew he wasn’t lost.” You see we had a few tense conversations about the monthly payment for that GPS program and it was at this moment that he said, “wow, I get it now” as he walked away from me to calm himself. I kinda smiled at the fact that I had won that argument and of course I was happy that the rest of my day would not be spent in tears over the fear of losing my kid and the mass exit of adrenaline that would take days to leave my body post elopement I had grown to know so well.

The children start school next Tuesday and I am happy to report that it was one of our best summers. With autism you never know what you are going to get. One amazing day can be followed by, for a lack of better terms, a day from hell and you cant barely recognize the child flailing and screaming in front of you. But this year, I don’t know if something clicked in me or in him but I think this summer we had it, for the most part, figured out.

I made some huge changes this year. I spent a lot of time soul searching and I think I made some peace with this diagnosis that I did not have before. I did not fight to take him to things I did not think he could handle. I reminded myself over and over that my desire to get him out of the house all the time is not due to his need but rather my discontentment with what I THOUGHT he needed. I studied, studied and some more about autism and Applied Behavioral Analysis and that increased my confidence exponentionally. I used to depend on my Techs for everything thinking I could not do it but a beautiful child that is not my own helped me to find the confidence I needed to help my son. Proving once again that we learn more from them than they learn from us.

I made a job change to a new ABA company and am working on a higher certification in the field of ABA. And while using the  services of ABA has been great up until this point I feel that the greatest benefit has come from me actually learning to perform the services he required.

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*This is my sons ABA data that I now run with his other tech*

Yesterday, as we walked through a very crowded festival I smiled as he followed without us carrying. His restraint wheelchair never left my truck. Which was a great feat for both he and I. He had learned to function and walk with us and I had learned to conquer the fear of traveling with severe autism in tow. He got on and off rides and I stood back as he got on and off the rides letting the workers help if he needed it. I let him have space and ya know it was pretty great.

THe other day, I took him bowling with our ABA technician and aiden pointed to the vending machine and said, “I want Dr. Pepper please”. I gave him a dollar and the tech went to walk with him and I said “let him go, stay here lets just watch”  and I just stood there with my arms crossed and watched him walk over to that machine put in his dollar and choose his dr. pepper. I didn’t even know he liked dr. pepper! He returned to us and put my hand on the can to ask for help in opening it and I opened the can and giggled as he quickly opened it and began drinking it.

What am I learning? I am learning about what it means when my anxiety is kept in check and how to back off and let him live. I am learning what independence means and part of that means letting go. Yesterday, I took him to Good will at his request and walked in confidently, I knew why he was there, he wanted dvds. Before we entered the store I told him “Ok, Aiden you can only get two”. As he looked at the dvd supply I stepped away (with him still in sight) and looked at the music CDs and slowly moved farther and farther away. And ya know,he did pretty great, Crouched on the floor with the dvds on the floor all around him I watched the other patrons as they walked passed him and most of them smiled one even said “hello” to him. I did not walk up or say “he has autism, he will stay here all day” I just stayed back and watched how it would play out. and guess what… Society adapted. He had a minor meltdown because he wanted five DVDs and screamed and began to fight me but on my own I was able to talk him down to three and at the register I asked the cashier to hold one behind the counter and he paid her his 6 dollars and I had him put out his hand for change which he took and put on the counter. He walked out happily with his two DVDs. Maybe it wasn’t as fluid as I would have liked but what happened in that store and at the festival this weekend left me feeling, for the first itme, like maybe just maybe we are starting to figure this autism stuff out. We not only survived another summer, but we grew, we learned and we thrived.

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