I’ve been thinking a lot lately, about that question of: “What will it take?”
What will it take for our boys to find success in the world over the next few years, throughout grade school and into high school, and then later in life as adults?
It is a question that many parents to autism think about.
You wonder if they’ll ever find independence, or if you will own the role of depended parent for the rest of your life? Not that anyone ever stops being a parent, but there are typical expectations that as a child grows up, your immediate responsibilities to your child lessen when they find independence and make their way in the world.
I find myself questioning this in the mornings, once all of my children are off to school, in that moment of breathing in recovery from what it took to get them on their journeys that day.
Jack has been having a really hard time wanting to go to school, and where he is so privileged to still be in a classroom, it’s truly hard to reason with the five-year-old that he should be thrilled that he gets to go to school every day, as so many children are at home with remote learning. Try explaining to a five-year-old with severe anxiety, that what awaits him in the classroom is far better than what you could provide for a “home day”, as he so sweetly named them.
Just last week, he came off the bus crying multiple times, and when prompted to share why he was upset, he merely replied, “nobody likes me! I don’t have any friends!”
Granted, the poor kid asked his best friend to marry him, to which she turned him down (although her mom and I are still plotting the wedding should they ever grow up with such affection for one another) and that crushing blow to his bleeding heart was a tough one to shoulder on your average preschool Wednesday.
The next morning he claimed he did not want to go to school for the three hours he was up before needing to get on the bus and depart, and during one of my not so favorite pastimes, I worked as kindly as I could to force him onto the golden chariot, praying he would find courage in the 15 minute drive before he started his education that day.
After I got Alex to daycare, I cried in daycare’s parking lot, asking myself, “What will it take? What will it take to teach him enough self love to not need it from others?” Knowing the extreme to which he feels things, that particular feeling is a strategy we will need to help him master in the years ahead.
Unlike with Luca, where we are focused on sensory strategies to use his muscles, working out the furious energy that pulses through his body so fiercely that he cannot function without the OT work, our focus with Jack is on emotional intelligence and managing anxiety. Luca’s road map of what it will take him to find independence will involve strategies around appropriate social behaviors, understanding communication cues, and how to regulate what his body needs in terms of impulse control.
For Jack, his road map will be far more internal, understanding what he needs to battle the anxiety and self-inflicted assumptions that come with it; it will be learning how to control his emotions so they do not get the best of him, and figuring out how to recognize an internal battle before it begins.
When my wife and I think about what future maybe in store for our boys, we have determined to take it day by day, step-by-step, and never to think too far ahead. It just makes life easier to be present in the moment of what they need, as even that can change hourly.
But I wouldn’t be human, if I didn’t confess that it still makes me wonder, “What will it take?” And “Do we have what it takes?”
Every morning at 1 AM, when Jack wakes with a night terror, I ask myself, “what will it take to help him grow out of it, and sleep through the night?”
Every time Luca attacks Jack, wrapping his fingers around his hair to pull him painfully across the room; or worst, goes after a peer at school because they offended Jack somehow, I wonder “what will it take to help him work through his aggressive behaviors?”
As I lack intuitive clarity, and cannot speculate of that I do not know... I can tell you what I have learned so far on our journey, should it be helpful to anyone else steps behind us... particularly with Jack, as I don’t feel like those on the spectrum fighting the internal battle are as often discussed...
It takes the note from his favorite teacher at lunch to tell him that he is brave, reminding him every time he looks at it until he comes home to proudly show it to me that he has someone who believes in him when we are not with him.
It takes a bus driver who says “Good morning, Jack”, pretending like nothing is wrong every time I have to force him onto the bus as he is kicking, crying and screaming with anxiety about what awaits him outside the comfort of his home... and it takes the bus monitor, who with such grace and kindness when she puts on her most excited voice, taking him from my arms, says “Jack, what book are we going to read today?” working her magic to distract him from his distress as she buckles him into a seat.
But most of all, it takes a diagnosis that gives all of his big feelings a title, and chapters upon chapters, minutes upon minutes, hours upon hours of research into this very unique spectrum of a disorder, providing validity to those big feelings; a team who will take the feelings seriously; information to his parents who can help give him the tools and strategies he needs to compete in what can be a cruel world of ignorance.
Without that title, our boy would be looked at as someone who is disobedient, who throws unruly tantrums, and who needs to be disciplined into listening. Our boy would be looked at as weak, immature, and made fun of for not being able to toughen up, suck it up, or worst- someone may try to teach him how to “toughen up”.
Jack does not have vocal outbursts the way that Luca does, or flap his hands when he’s excited running in circles, or line up his toys as the world deems someone with autism would. But Jack, our brilliant, sweet, kind, feeling boy, needs the same team of experts that Luca does. He needs the same support from parents for the parts of his five-year-old world he finds overwhelming and challenging.
I guess what I have learned is, all a child needs, is someone to believe in them. Over and over again, every day, reminding them what they’re capable of in the moment they forget themselves.
So, what does it take?
The ability to believe... the willingness to share that belief... and that courage to do so proudly and loudly, even when others do not agree. That, my tribe, is the magic of parenting autism. Xo
