Treading Water

This week, and last week and I project this next week, feel like treading water, like running in place.  Janey and I are getting by, but not going forward, not doing much of anything useful or even that fun.  I feel like I'm somehow just not figuring something out, like I'm wasting time that shouldn't be wasted, but I'm not able to do what it takes to change things.

School starts a week from today.  I must say every year the first day of school feels like a holiday right up there with the big ones. I always liked the first day of school, no matter how I felt about the rest of the year.  It felt like the start of it all, the beginning of something new and big.  I remember how it felt to have my new 5 subject notebooks, each section carefully labeled, to have a clean desk and locker, to see who was in my classes and what new faces there were.  Within a few weeks, always, my desk or locker was a horrible mess, no matter how hard I tried, and the notebook was doodled on and torn up.  But the first day---it felt wide open.

Janey and Goofy, at ToysRUs

Janey will be starting 6th grade.  In a lot of ways, every school year feels the same with Janey.  But 6th grade---that's a big one.  That's middle school.  I have a memory so vivid it's like a movie clip of the first moment of 6th grade.  We moved to what in our town was called The Annex.  It was a school built in 1900, and by the time I went there, in 1976, it had been condemned for at least 10 years.  No-one could go on the 3rd floor at all, and only teachers could use the 2nd floor.  We were on the first floor, 3 classrooms.  There were 3 other classrooms you had to go down a hill outside to get to, a shop and a home ec room and a room called "the community room" which was a standalone classroom.  It was a small town, obviously.  But that moment I walked into The Annex for the first time felt like a huge deal.  Mr. Berry was there, one of the six teachers, and he was pointing and saying "That room for 6th grade, that room for 7th, that for 8th!" and it felt like the start of something getting close to adulthood.

I write about that moment partly to contrast it with Janey's life.  6th grade will be a lot like any other grade for her.  The years don't change much, in terms of what she is working on learning.  She'll go to school until she's 22, and then, probably I would guess to some day program.

Janey at the park, before loose dogs scared her away

I feel more and more like it's up to me to make Janey's life interesting and meaningful, and I feel like I'm not doing a good job.   And as much as I tend to take all blame on myself, I know in this case my job is very, very tough.  If Janey were a typical 12 year old, there would be literally thousands of programs, lessons, camps, enrichments---all open to her and all within the Boston area.  In addition, she would have friends.  She would perhaps be riding the subway to school on her own, if she were going to a school like Freddy did.  I would be part of her life, but it would not all be up to me.  When I think about it much, I can get furious.  Giving Janey a meaningful life is as important as it is to any child, but where in heck does all the money donated to autism organizations go?  Why is there basically NO programs Janey can access?  There are a few programs for autism here and there, but when I look into them, they are for the highest end of the spectrum---not for a child like Janey.

Janey finding the Elmo crayon toy, one she loves so much we've bought it twice

So---I do what I can.  It's not enough.  This week, we did a lot of walks to the corner store.  We went to a big open park, Millennium Park, early in the day so there weren't too many free roaming dogs or little kids.  We left when more dogs arrived.  We went to ToysRUs, and Janey enjoyed looking at toys (it's one of the few stores where touching the merchandise is not a problem) but then she got upset and started toward a little girl with a look I know as "about to lunge" and I grabbed her and left.  We watched TV and took showers.  It was not a week that was interesting and meaningful.

I will stop for now, as I feel like I'm entering the ranting and rambling stage of writing.  I'll stop and try to think of something to do today, try to figure out something that is safe for Janey and those around her, something interesting and meaningful.  Good luck to me.

A full life vs. the trifecta

It's the doldrums of winter.  It's hard for everyone, but I'm realizing that it's harder for Janey than most.  I think the next big challenge we are facing is how to give her an interesting life, a meaningful life, a full life.

I think about myself at age 11, or my sons at that age.  Life gets pretty interesting around that time.  You are old enough to have your own interests and passions.  You have made friends---friends that might become lifelong friends.  You go to their houses and they come to yours.  You are starting to be able to be out in the world by yourself.  You are turning into the person you will be for life.

Then I think about Janey's life at 11.  She goes to school.  She comes home.  That's about it.

There are many, many barriers to giving Janey a more meaningful life.  The big one is that she has the trifecta of autism, severe intellectual disability and behavioral issues.  Any one of those alone is tough enough, but the three together cause barriers to almost any organized type activity we might want to pursue for her.  I can't tell you how many times I've heard about a new possible class or program or camp or so on that might work for Janey, only to look into the details and find that it would be impossible, due to one or more of her challenges.  Saturday special needs city programming?  You have to be able to be in groups of 4 kids to 1 adult.  Music lessons for kids with autism?  You have to already know how to play an instrument and have to be able to read music.  So, so many camps?  You have to be toilet trained.  You have to have no self-injurious behaviors.  Hundreds more promising sounding enrichment activities that are "inclusive"?  Inclusive if your child can follow directions, not run away, read, write, not need constant supervision.  Respite houses for the disabled?  Not for kids that need one on one care.

So I say---okay.  We'll do it ourselves.  We will enrich Janey's life.  During recent snow days, I woke with a determination to give Janey an interesting day, a full day.  And every attempt to interest her in anything other than videos was met by screaming, by her biting her arm, by fury, or if not fury, complete disinterest.  I tried---reading books, playing with toys, involving her in cooking, putting on a children's yoga video, taking her out in the snow---I tried everything I could think of.  Janey was not interested.  Part of this, I think, is that in some deep ways, she's a regular pre-teen.  I'm her mother.  I'm not who she wants to hang out with.  And part of it is the combination of the trifecta.  The autism makes her not that interested in new activities.  The intellectual disability makes it hard for her to understand so much---how to use toys, how to hold a writing utensil, how to understand what is read to her.  And her behavioral issues make her prone to lashing out when the first two kick in.  I try to put myself in her shoes.  What is someone tried to get me to do something that I am not interested in and didn't understand?  What if someone proposed a fun day of doing calculus equations?  I'd be lashing out pretty quickly, and I don't have behavioral issues.

So what do we do?  I don't know.  We do what we can.  Janey's favorite activity is going for car rides while listening to music.  She adores doing that, and we do it as much as we can.  Tony takes Janey on many, many car rides to nowhere, with mix CD playing.  It's wonderful to see Janey during these rides.  She has strong opinions about music.  She doesn't like everything, but what she does like, she loves.  We put a lot of time into finding her new music she might like, and it's time we all enjoy.  But we can't always ride in the car.  I put a video of Janey on my Facebook companion page (I can't figure out how to put it here, but you can see it there if you want) asking for a car ride last night.  It was one of the rare times Tony had to say no---he was exhausted and the car was covered with snow. After the part shown in the video, Janey frantically paced back and forth asking to put her coat on and go in the car---for an hour, until she went to sleep.  It broke our hearts.

I don't have answers here.  I don't know exactly how this problem can be fixed.  But I must keep trying.  Janey needs a full life.  I owe it to her to find a way to give her one.