The most special of bonds: E and S's stories

E and A celebrating his 11th birthday

I have written about A and his autism spectrum disorder dozens if not hundreds of times over the years, his accomplishments and challenges, school placements, the medications tried with enormous amounts of both trepidation and hope, quirky obsessions and downright mind-boggling behaviors, savant-like skills, and how autism as a whole effects our family.  This blog contains a whole lot of "the good, the bad, and the ugly" about how Andrew lives with autism, as well as what being an autism mom means for me.

What has never been included here, however, is how A's special needs have affected his siblings.  A's three sisters all had the opportunity to write down their thoughts, the younger two decided to accept the challenge.

They say things better than I ever could, through the lenses of children who perhaps have lost a bit of their childhoods because of their brother, despite the fact they love him very, very much.  Keep reading for a honest portrayal of being the "sib" of a brother with autism, written by those who will be around long after I am gone and hopefully still love him.

E's story:
        My brother A is very special to me.  My brother and I had a great relationship and would do everything together, at one point I was the only one he liked and the only one that could calm him down. As we grew up I started realizing that Andrew and I had changed and he would embarrass me in front of my friends. Today A always says how much he hates me and calls me "Buggy ". Every day is a challenge with A. His Autism has changed our family but at the same time I couldn't imagine him with out Autism.  Even though A says he hates me I will always love him.
       As A's sister I have seen him seen him go through different phases and seen him grow up. He has always loved weather and wants to be meteorologist. He loved having the chance to meet the local news station's weather man who he now stays in touch with. A has also had an obsession to Blue's Clues several times and made a board game about it.  
      A used to go to our cat Maddie when he was mad and would say "Hi Maddie, with the pretty pink paws." He also has a huge obsession with Build-A-Bears and he talks to them.  All 30 something bears are very loved and you can tell if you look at them. In the end A is very special to me. 

Written by EE, age 10.5 

S's story:


Having a brother with autism is very hard.  It is hard for many reasons, including:

• He is very noisy
• He can't control his feelings
• He goes through difficult phases

But there are good things about having a brother like A:

• He is very smart
• He likes Build-A-Bear and I can use his toys' clothes for mine
• He can be very sweet

One reason why it is hard for me to live with A is that it sometimes feels like he gets all the stuff and I don't get as much.  Another reason is that since he goes through phases very quickly he might want to play with you and want to do things with you one day, and the next he may seem to hate you and even want you to live in a different country (he has actually said that).  And your plans can always have to change because he may want something and it is hard for my parents to solve the problem.


I was assigned to write a "Concrete Poem" for school, which is a poem in which you combine art with the careful arrangement of words- in, around, or used to create the image.  I wrote about having a brother with autism.  This is my poem:

My brother has autism.

It is hard for some.

It can make you feel glum.

It can be very hard to overcome.

Although life can change every day,

And sometimes you don't get your way,

Yet, with my family I want to stay.

There are reasons that it is good and bad to have a brother with autism. But it is not one of the hardest things to do and it can be overcome.

Written by S, age 9 (dictated)

IEP: A first

IEP Reflection: Today, I went to my first special education team meeting ever with my own child (now age 14) in attendance. I am so very proud of her for expressing her feelings so eloquently.  She was brave and honest. 

There is much thoughtful and hard work to be done, but the goals are attainable. 

#hope

ed. note:  maybe next time, this mom will be able to fully take off her special education advocate hat and be "just the mom".  i'm learning how to let others support me in this process.  i'm stubborn.  thankfully, my friends are more stubborn.

"Why do I have autism?"

"When did I get autism?"

"Why do I have autism?"

"Why did you become an advocate? Because of me?"

Talk about a way to make a mother's heart burst with pride, swell with joy, and ache with sadness filled with hope, all at once.  The real, meaningful conversation about autism, completely child-directed, was an hour of some of the most intense connection I have experienced with my son.

When your child for so long has spent a great deal of time living in his own world, a place which feels safe to him, where weather and bears, calendars and Presidents,  make him happy, you wonder if he even could understand that he has this neurological disorder and what it means.

I learned tonight a lot about what it means to A.  He couldn't quite grasp that he was diagnosed with autism when he was two, but that he has always had it.  I explained it was part of who he was, kind of like the color of his skin.  In a gentle and simple way, I told Andrew that having autism didn't mean there was something wrong with him; only that it affects how he learns and feels.  We talked about how kids with autism sometimes have a hard time talking to other kids and that school can be hard if there are too crowded and if teachers don't help kids in the best ways for the student.

He took it all in.  Maybe because he is finally in a place where he can access these feelings and questions (having a night alone with Mom helped, too).  He asked for some hugs, seemed to seek out and enjoy hugging his big stuffed bear, he seemed at peace with what had been said.  He also seemed to understand it.

Finally, the question about my work, since he often overhears me say I chose to do this work because of him.  I explained that I learned a lot about helping kids go to the right school for them because of him.

For the record, this is his story. We tried the school district's way, then we augmented it, subsequently determined it was not working, enrolled him in a therapeutic private school, pulled him from that school because of unnecessary restraint, brought him back to the public school setting with a 1:1 aide, and, fast forward to the recent past, tried a school with ABA methodology which wasn't the right fit, and, finally, found a program which seems pretty perfectly tailored to his unique needs.

Then

Now

I went to trainings, took classes, went back to school, learned from and studied under seasoned special educators and advocates, and realized somewhere along the way that not only was I good at both advocating for children and training parents and providers, but that I loved it.  I always tell my children that helping kids is the best job in the world.  Tonight, I told my son he, along with his sisters, is my inspiration, and that I was so proud of him.

Perhaps I am deluding myself into believing he "gets" more than he does.  All I know is that my child with autism did something I never thought he was capable of doing.  He surprised me & brought me  joy.  Tonight, I am at peace with autism, and I am so in love with, and in awe of, my little boy.

With his bears, which make him happy

Ed. note:  Please leave a comment and let me know you've "visited".  Welcome to our chaotic, but loving and fun, corner of the world...

An Andrew Note

Hi,Friends

Nice Email (about mommy)

Mommy is very nice and she takes care of me
Mommy and Carol are very nice ladies are are the brown advocates and they take the best care of Me
Mommy and Carol do snuggles and hug me
Mommy and Carol are the best people and prettiest and nicest people

Mommy and Carol say we love you
Mommys favorite boy is me
Carol calls mommy her daughter
Mommy and Carol keep me safe
They get me good stuff
Mommy loves the bears and so as carol
Is this a great email?
Mommy and Carol help kids and love kids
Mommy and Carol think moms are special

Love,
Andrew

Ed. note: Andrew enjoys writing ridiculously cute emails to friends.  Typically, they are about food.  Sometimes, they involve places.  This one involves his favorite bear, Carol.  He doesn't seem to believe the "real story" I bought her at Filene's @ the Burlington Mall right after Christmas 2004 for the low price of $5.99.  In Andrew-world, she's a 63 year old "special education advocate-helper" who works for/with me.  It's silly and goofy, as Andrew's play skills fall many younger below his chronological age.   But, man, does this make me smile.  He is thriving, and feels happy and feels safe here.  That is worth all the challenges. 

I love you, Andrew!