Category Archives: My Autism Story

How Autism entwined in my life. I have 2 children on the spectrum, Now 20 & 19 years old.

My Autism Story, Part 8 – The Ugly Nobody Talks About.

They understood each other.

Today I want to share a passage I wrote while I was in the trenches. Please know I would not change my children for the world. They are EXACTLY who God created them to be. This was a time in my life that I was struggling and lost and felt so very alone. While the rest of my friends and cousins my age were out building empires and getting degrees, I was trying to find my footing in a world that didn’t know how to help. I wasn’t able to get a babysitter, go out with friends, or leave the house. I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. I am just trying to bring awareness. Maybe you have been here. Maybe you have felt guilty for having feelings like these. It’s okay, friend. I’ve been there too.

~~~~~~~~~~ You may want tissues, I cried while typing.

Autism SUCKS! It is inconvenient, socially inappropriate, and INTENSE. As a parent, it was heartbreaking to me at first. It put a HUGE toll on & ended my already broken marriage.

Now, being a “parent” meant more than putting your kids first. It meant stopping your whole “YOU” to dedicate every single second, yes second… to a person who won’t look at you, can’t talk to you, and has no awareness of anything around them. A person YOU CREATED – with no acknowledgment of your hard work. No progress to “report”. Nobody around you understands. There is no way for anyone to even comprehend. Unless you are physically “in the trenches”, pouring your soul into that what you love most & seeing almost no results.

I am mad. I am bitter and angry and have resentment towards EVERY SINGLE PERSON who isn’t in my shoes.

  • I am mad that Dad gets to leave the house and go to work. Or skip out on most of his “visitation days” to start dating again, while I am locked in my damn apartment trying to stay sane.
  • I am bitter that my friends have vanished. They are busy with playgroups and swim lessons and all the things we can’t effin’ do because just leaving the house puts my kids into a frenzied whirl that will affect us for days.
  • I am furious that “family” cannot handle my children or who I’ve become while in the trenches. “It’s a culture shock” “It’s too much” “You are mentally unstable.”
  • I am jealous (REALLY REALLY JEALOUS) that relatives are all having kids too, and they are all healthy ~ Reaching milestones, and getting to enjoy all the “firsts” that I don’t even know will ever come for me.

I feel like I am being punished. Why me?! Why not her? Her family has money to get more support than I have. Why not him? He did all sorts of crazy shit growing up that may inflict bad genes.

What did I do so wrong to have my life’s freedom stripped away so intensely that I cannot even go get a cup of coffee? Why do I have to watch my son scream with anger and hold him down so he doesn’t hurt himself or us – just because he couldn’t get toys to stack the way he wanted? Why does this feel like a life sentence?? I love my children with my entire being and my love isn’t enough. I cannot make the anger stop. I cannot get the screaming to stop. I cannot get the … Autism… to stop.

So on top of all this loathing – let’s bring on the judgment of the “Experts”.

Every single Autistic person is different, and the world does not even know what causes autism or the best way to “handle it.” ( I say that rolling my eyes). Our house was Grand Central Station with therapists, case workers, etc… All wanting to try things that “might work”. Me saying: “Yes, we will try anything.” because I had fear within that the one thing I didn’t try would be the “cure” to it all. Pretty soon you’ve got an exhausted Momma on anti-depressants who cried alone regularly.

One day I was sitting at the dining room table looking at the list of people who were supposed to come that day for the kids and I just closed my eyes. I was at the end. I was way past overwhelmed and struggling to maintain. This wasn’t me being a good Mom. This was me doing what society says I should, at all costs for my children. But was it worth us being rundown and weak? Why would my kids want to interact with anyone who was trying to change them? Isn’t there a better way to help them grow and find themselves? I then started crossing people off my list.

  • Is this working for either of my kids?
  • Have I seen improvements, even small ones?
  • Are they happy while doing it?
  • What areas did they enjoy that brought them into our world?
  • What was I doing just because “someone” said it worked for “someone” somewhere out in the world and they wanted to use my kids as guinea pigs to see if they could get it to work too?
  • Whose best interest was a priority? My children or the “experience” this would give someone with this Autism thing.

Don’t get me wrong, I know it is trial and error for each child, but how long do you keep trying? How many months/years can they scream in protest with me just watching? I was shamed for this. I was told I was making a mistake of a lifetime. I was “that Mom” when talking to therapists. The one who didn’t know… didn’t love enough … and was being selfish. Hindsight, I think they were upset they lost a client more than the well-being of my children that they claimed.

It is normal to have a limit on what we are able to endure. No matter what anyone EVER tells you… You as the parent know what is best for YOUR child. I am not a bad parent or weak for stopping half of the therapies. I am not a bad parent for wanting them to learn through play, even if it is parallel play. I do believe early intervention is the most important time. I gave two years of my life slaving away at it because I love my children more than ANYTHING in this world. As much as my family calls me “Super Mom”, “Warrior Mom” or “Wonder Woman”, as many capes as I have in my closet, I am still human.

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My Autism Story, Part 7 – And Then There Were Two.

My whole world.

I remember taking Preston to the pediatrician and voicing concerns about Preston also showing signs of Autism. Maybe I had a heightened sense of awareness, maybe I was looking for it since I felt I had failed my first child when I didn’t know something was wrong.

At the appointment, the doctor walked in and said “Hello, I hear we have concerns that Preston has delays as well. I have NEVER heard of any family having more than one autistic child in their family, but let’s see what we’ve got here”

8 months later we had a second diagnosis.

I would also like to share that about a year later that same pediatrician said to me “It’s not surprising at all, I read about many families with multiple children on the spectrum” This is when I knew, I was paving the way in more ways than one.

The beautiful and terrible thing about Autism is that each person is different. What works for one, might not for another. Where one struggles, the next may excel. I know many parents hate when there are “Rain Man” references, but that is what was said a LOT to describe his personality. Especially in my eyes, he was BRILLIANT – compared to everything I had experienced with my daughter.

But with the good came the bad. My son wasn’t happy. At least with Trinity, there was laughter and smiles within “Trinity World”. She had joy. Preston seemed uncomfortable within his own skin. He had a constant state of anxiety or rage bubbling. He was quick to anger – not just to others, but to himself.

He also was frickin’ Houdini! He would run faster than Speedy Gonzales. After my first marriage ended, I was living in an apartment. I had a deadbolt lock, chain lock, AND a keyed lock from the inside (I wore the key around my neck). I remember one winter day I had just brought stuff home from the store and had to use the bathroom right away. I locked the deadbolt and chain, but couldn’t wait to do the key. I ran to the bathroom and less than a minute later I hear the door slam. I RAN! That little stinker pulled a dining room chair to the door, unlocked the locks, and ran away in less than 60 seconds – HE WAS 4 years old!! And he was gone! In a diaper, in the winter cold. I looked for 3 minutes and called the police right away! He was found 15 minutes after the police came and that was the scariest thing I’ve ever been through in my life.

I have a lot to share about my experiences with Preston, but I think it’s best to spread them out. Behavioral health is tricky and resources were nonexistent. He has had a hard journey and it wasn’t because he was bad. It was just how he was made. **Spoiler ** He turns out just fine. I just like to focus on the positives. We all have our ish right?!

These two were my only priority. I lived and breathed FOR them. If not me, then who?

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I have 21 years of experience.

My Autism Story, Part Six.

Talking, No Talking, Talking.

When Trin was young, she said “Mum Mum”, “baa baa” and “Up”. Around 15 months of age, she stopped. No more words. She didn’t speak again until she was 4 & a half. We started using sign language. Simple things like “more” “all done” “yes” and “no”.

One of the therapies she took was Oral Motor. Definition: Oral-motor exercises are specialized exercises that aim to improve the strength, control, and coordination of the oral muscles (tongue, lips, vocal folds, and the jaw).  She would chew & bite on devices and there were sensory things like tiny sponges on a stick that we would dip in juice and rub on the side of her mouth. Honestly, the staff was amazing and the lady developing this 20 years ago was groundbreaking and determined to help.

During these therapies, we realized that Trin was unable to “blow”. She wasn’t able to control the breath escaping her mouth which was probably why she wasn’t talking. (Or we prayed it was that “easy”)

She must have been able to before if she spoke before, right? So much is unknown as to WHY this skill was lost.

We did 20-minute sessions twice a day. Our house was filled with bubbles, horns, and party blowers. We had milk with straws at every meal and would encourage her to try blowing bubbles in her milk. We would play “Happy UnBirthday” weekly to see if she would blow out the candles. This went on for almost 2 years.

Then one day I was in the living room and I hear a squeaking noise. I get up and start looking around the house and I remember stopping in the hallway and thinking “Oh My Goodness… Could it be?!!?” Sure enough, Trinity was sitting in her closet blowing a toy horn!!!

A week later, she called me “Mum Mum”. I never knew if I’d ever hear those words again. 💙💛💚

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My Autism Story, Part Five.

My Bathing Beauty

Me: “Hi Mom! The doctor just called and said the baby does not have down syndrome and she’s a GIRL!”

Mom: “Oh Tiffany I am so happy. Thank Goodness!”.

Me: “I am so excited! A baby Girl! YAY! Time to buy Pink tutus!! Will you let everyone up there know we have a healthy baby girl on the way please?”

Mom: “Yes, I will call Grandma first! This is such wonderful news!”

I think about this conversation often. I was one of the many women who had a false positive alpha-fetoprotein test. I had an amniocentesis to check the baby’s risk of birth defects and genetic disorders, such as neural tube defects or Down syndrome. I remember hanging magazine pictures of children and babies with down syndrome on my kitchen cabinets. I was ready to love my baby no matter how she was born & was processing it all in my head.

After the call, I thought the worst was over. I assumed I was in the clear.

How naive? Presumptuous? How wrong I was to think those were the only defects that were on the table. Maybe just inexperienced? Young? Maybe I just thought I was “Untouchable” because my entire family was healthy.

Looking back I see how insignificant I am. How limited my knowledge is. God trumps all of my plans. Life is never what we think it will be.

And yet, everything is perfect.

This was the first of many situations in that I began to realize we are all part of something bigger where anything is possible. Odds are bigger than they seem and I am not exempt from anything. But with each wave, I will flow with it all.

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My Autism Story, Part 4

My Beautiful Daughter.

The show must go on.

Here we are post-diagnosis. In all honesty, it’s a blur. My mom constantly encouraged me to write things down to have later since I literally was “Paving the way” in the Autism World. I am glad I did too because as I read things I wrote before, I am like “Oh yeah! That happened!”

From here forward things may not be in order, but the knowledge from some may help with the understanding of others. ~ Just trust me ☺

Let’s talk about Trinity.

My daughter is in dual realities. Even to this day. There is a reality we all see and then there is a “Trinity World”. “Trinity World” is a constant theatrical with many voices, characters, songs, and dances. She is always on a stage performing. She hangs out there most of the time. To a random person, she looks like she is talking to herself, very dramatically though. She repeats her favorite parts over and over.

In “Trinity World” she takes her favorite parts from our reality and meshes them together with her happy place to make an adventure story. She is always coloring/drawing different people and places and at the age of 7, she wanted me to write words on her drawings to make a book. I encouraged her constantly to share what was going on in “Trinity World”. I would praise her creativity. I would always ask questions so I too could see what was going on in this duel reality.

Her first 30 books were made of stationary computer paper stuck together with old address labels my mom had given her to play with after she moved. This was her passion. It gave her so much worth seeing us all so interested and kept her creativity growing. The best part of all ~ now when she was talking to herself at the store or park or wherever, I knew what she was talking about.

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I want to mention here that I was told REPEATEDLY by the “Experts” that encouraging her in ‘Trinity’s World” was the biggest mistake I could ever make as a parent and that I should not acknowledge ANYTHING from it if I ever wanted Trin to be able to co-exist in society. ~ This is a whole Other blog post, but it is important to know for what I am about to share.

One day she was swinging and talking and I was nearby reading on a bench & I hear her performing a book she had just written and so I started saying the words and making the voices and she stopped swinging, turned, and looked at me. I then said that that is my favorite part because that Mister Neilson is such a stinker. She started to laugh & then we laughed together. She carried on swinging repeating the funny part over and over.

Did that just happen? Did I just pull her into my world by acknowledging her world? The girl who ignores all around her & doesn’t always respond to her name, just stopped her swing when her Momma started to play in “Trinity World”. Yes, and it only got better from there.

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I have 21 years of experience.

My Autism Story, Part Three.

Practically Perfect in every way.

The next 6 months were filled with intense early intervention.  This included speech therapy (individual and group), music therapy, behavioral health, occupational therapy, sensory integration, oral motor therapy, gluten-free diet, joint compression, brushing skin, the 3 days a week at school, and case management. 40+ hours a week inside and outside our home. I jumped in head first willing to do whatever it took to help my daughter beat the odds. 

October 18th, 2004  The day our lives changed, and yet nothing was different.

The 6th-month wait for the pediatric neurologist was over.  Trinity was diagnosed as severely autistic.  The appointment itself was a blur.  What I do remember is after it was over I sat on the curb of the parking lot of the clinic and cried my eyes out.  I focused on the curb as my mind raced.

 Why is this happening?  What did I do wrong?  What kind of life will she have?  Will she ever have her first dance? Kiss?  Are children and marriage for her completely out of the picture?  Will society ever be able to see the light inside her that shines the way I do?  Will she live with me forever?  Will she be happy?  Who will care for her when I am gone?  How can the sun be shining so bright and the day be so perfect?

I called my mom and she and I cried together.  She reminded me how much more will be available to her now with the diagnosis and that nothing has changed.  She is the same as she always has been.  Everyone’s initial reaction was sad, but then we all rolled up our sleeves and faced this new journey head-on.

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My Autism Story, Part Two.

I made her this pillow and today, at 2o years old, she still sleeps with the fabric of it.

I called the pediatrician, who we had just seen at Trinity’s 2-year wellness check, and asked what I should do.  He had me schedule an immediate appointment to come in and discuss my concerns.   As we were talking I just felt pissed and mad at the world.  I had been to the doctor’s office with Trinity 7 or 8 times already and I was led to believe that everything was fine.  So when I called I said something like “Hi I was just there a couple weeks ago and everything was fine, but my family thinks something is wrong with my daughter.  Should she be talking yet?!” It made me angry and made me feel like I was already failing her.

The doctor referred us to a pediatric neurologist for an MRI and an EEG.  While we were there they asked if it appeared that she was having seizures and I wasn’t sure.  She was in her own world a lot of times and was “zoned out”.  The EEG was awful.  We brought her in sleep deprived and then they mildly sedated her, only there is no way to get anything in Trin’s mouth without a syringe AND that doesn’t mean it will stay in there.  They tried diluting the anesthesia with chocolate syrup and she still hated it.  It was over an hour of her thrashing and us trying until she finally fell asleep.  They put sensors all over her head and I remember just looking at her and thinking “it was just a week ago I thought she was a flawless little girl and now she looks like some terribly sad story you read in a magazine.”

The pediatric neurologist had a 9-month waiting list.  At the time, you could do almost nothing without a diagnosis from one.  Until we were able to get in I was guided to an early intervention program within our community.  They had a special-ed preschool for 2-4-year-olds.

 I went to the intake meeting with teachers and staff and was so lost.  It truly felt like it was me versus 5 people and I was there just to be told what was going to happen and what I was supposed to do.  The teacher said during this time “I find children your daughter’s age want to impress adults and we should have her on our schedule in no time.  We will listen to each other and grow.”  This is the first time I opened my mouth about my daughter in an IEP setting meeting and I said “that sounds lovely, but she doesn’t talk at all, so she may not understand what impresses you.”  The teacher looked me straight in the face and said “maybe I need to shut my big fat mouth until I hear what your daughter is all about first.”  I respected her so much for that.  

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My Autism Story, Part One.

My gift from the Lord himself.
My daughter Trinity was born on January 16th, 2002 at 12:34 pm.  As I held my daughter for the first time and saw a perfect little bundle of joy I couldn’t help, but imagine what it was going to be like as a first-time Mom.  I couldn’t wait to buy her a tutu and take her to dance class or to paint her nails and talk about love.  All I had ever wanted in life was to be a Mom and I was excited that it was about to begin.

Since Trinity was my first child it never occurred to me that she wasn’t acting “normal”.  I thought she was the best creation on earth, perfect in every way, and I did what I thought everyone was supposed to do.  I breastfed, made all of her baby food from scratch, read to her every day, took her to mentally stimulating places like the park and the zoo, and made sure she received all her immunizations.  I sat back and smiled as she learned to laugh, and even say “Mum Mum” and “ba ba” at six months of age.

 Then one day she changed.  She didn’t want to play “with” me.  She had nothing more to say, she was far away in another world.  She didn’t seem unhappy, just “somewhere” else.  At this point, I still wasn’t alarmed.  I just assumed it was another stage.  Maybe she was watching angels in the corner or while staring at the ceiling fan she was half in Heaven and half on earth.  I found it peaceful and majestic.  I thought she was taking in a great new world and absorbing all the minor details in wonderment.

Then one day my mother says to me “I think something is wrong.  I think you should ask her doctor about her milestones.”  It’s one of those moments in life when you remember exactly where you were and what you were doing, wearing, and eating.  I was in Arizona on the back patio of my parent’s winter getaway house.  Mom had bought a huge pot of Beautiful Geraniums.  It was what we were talking about before she brought it up.  Trinity was twirling in the grass nearby.

I sat in silence, tears running down my face.  I knew if my Mom was saying it, it had to be true. Later that week I found out my Mom isn’t’ the only one who thought something was wrong.  My mother-in-law had sent my husband at the time information regarding Aspergers.  I believe she wasn’t quite sure of how to bring it up to me I suppose.  I’m not sure how I felt about that exactly, but I do know a woman’s child is something she would fight tigers for, and in a situation like this, you don’t want to say  “I think your kid, that has become your whole world, is broken.”  Today I embrace her for trying to help gently by talking with her son.  Her heart is always in the right place, but at that time I was too overwhelmed with how my entire existence could possibly change.   

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I have 21 years of experience.