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Another Day in Autismland (#580)

"I'm sorry we're meeting under these circumstances."
The mother of an autistic boy a few years older than Charlie said that to me back in 1999. She is the friend of a friend, very active, very informed; we were encouraged to call her. The sentence above was the first thing she said to me over the phone as I stood in the narrow room to the side of the front door that was Jim's study in our second-story apartment in St. Paul, where we lived at that time.

I don't remember what I mumbled. I said we were thinking of starting intensive ABA for Charlie and had started him on the gluten-free casein-free diet. She asked if I thought Charlie had any reaction to his vaccines. Jim and I were certainly aware of this---Andrew Wakefield's Lancet paper claiming a link between the MMR vaccine and autism had been published in February of 1998---but, wrack my thoughts as I might, my answer to her was "No."

"Charlie's always been Charlie," I said. I mentioned his 2-month-old baby photo in which he is tilting his head at a certain angle, his eyeballs looking as if they have slid all the way into the left corners of his eyes. I talked about how he used, when in utero and after breastfeeding while a baby, to arch his back just the same way he now did in the midst of his tantrums (which had become fierce) and when he was settling down in his bed (we had just gotten him out of his crib) to sleep. The other mother said something to the effect that yes, there had always been something different about her son, too.

Her initial statement has stayed with me over the years. "I'm sorry we're meeting under these circumstances"---that is, that we're only meeting because our lives have been affected by this dreadful thing that happened to us: Autism.

No, I think more than ever now. Thank goodness we're meeting, thank goodness we have met, and what do the circumstances matter?----The good thing is that, there are so many others to meet, who are autistic themselves, who are raising an autistic child and learning from and loving her or him, who have grown up with an autistic sibling, who teach autistic children. Maybe we do not agree about certain issues (like this one), but autism is a part of our lives, often the biggest part. We're the real (pardon the awkwardness of the expression) "Autism Every Day-ers," whose lives are threaded through with "the stress, the hope, the determination and, most of all, the love that is Autismland," as my blog-friend and fellow autism mom Mom-NOS wrote today.

Mom-NOS kindly quoted me being quoted in the New York Times today in an article about the new, longer version of the Autism Every Day video put out by Autism Speaks. I have yet to see the new version of the film (it has not yet been made available) and I am curious as to what has been added or altered to the original, shorter version with its "tone of hopelessness."

"Not every family has that perspective; it's only one part of a spectrum of views on what it is to live with autism" was another comment I made to the reporter and here is what Charlie, Jim and I did on yet another day in Autismland.

The melatonin has been working. Actually, I cannot believe that I just wrote that sentence: Charlie has had so many difficulties going to sleep for the past year plus, and he tends to have such unexpected reactions to medicine (I once gave him a dose of Benadryl and he became completely wide awake and very hyper), that Jim and I figured we would probably have to ask the neurologist about something "stronger." It has been some two weeks since we started giving Charlie melatonin around 9.30pm and--still quite fluff flew). He ran circles around the house and then lazed around, listening to me read him a Curious George book (although a casual observer might wonder about this, as Charlie is not looking at the words or pictures). Then he curled up under the covers of our bed and fell asleep.

Prior to the melatonin, if Charlie took even a half-hour nap during the day, he could not sleep until midnight at the earliest; we did everything we could to keep him awake when he showed signs of falling asleep. The result was, he would be tired and groggy and not in the best of moods for the rest of the day; if he did end up falling asleep, he seemed almost guaranteed to have a difficult day at school, as he would be extra-groggy in the morning.

"Let him be," I said to myself today. Charlie woke after an hour and a half, rolled over on his back and smiled, and hopped out to put on his shoes to go for a walk in a park with Jim. They came back just in time for Charlie's piano lesson; Charlie's teacher and I watched, and listened, with shared pleasure as he moved all of his fingers to play a short tune, all on his own. Before dinner, Jim and Charlie went on a walk to the train station---"one of our best walks ever," Jim proclaimed: Charlie wanted to see a train come but the wait would have been too long in the cold. Charlie ran out to get "Mexicann fwood" with Jim. "Mahm. Mom." Charlie tapped my right arm and gave me a long look with his big brown eyes and I held just the edge of his plate full of his rice, beans, salsa, and guacamole (which he ate in the reverse order). He bounced up and down on the couch while watching the Bears defeat the Saints. He called out the name of one of his aides at school and grinned when I mentioned the names of the others. He rolled in the fluff humming the tune to Sugarcane Harris's "Keep On Driving." Just before 10pm, he lay down on his bed and requested "Bankett," which I wrapped around him. "Goo' night."

Too all of you who are reading this, I'm very, very glad to have met you.



Those sleepy smiles are the best.


We feel very blessed having met you, Charlie and Jim through the blogosphere:)


And I'm very glad to have "met" you.

With videos like "Autism Every Day", I feel like, finding out about my own autism three years ago, I awoke to a battle I didn't know I was a part of and have no wish be in. You help all of us to remember that we all want the same thing, i.e. seeing those on the spectrum do well and be the best they can be.


I mostly lurk here but I want you to know that yours is one of the voices I seek out in the blogosphere to help give me perspective and hope on a daily basis. I am so glad to have "met" you as well. Thank you for sharing all of your adventures with Charlie in Autismland.

I mostly lurk here but I want you to know that yours is one of the voices I seek out in the blogosphere to help give me perspective and hope on a daily basis. I am so glad to have "met" you as well. Thank you for sharing all of your adventures with Charlie in Autismland.


Kristina, I'm glad I have discovered your blog, and it is wonderful to have met you too. I have taken the trouble to read every entry going back to your first blog, "My Son Has Autism", I believe the title was.

I make it a point to keep us with your blog.

Regarding the new "Autism Every Day" film, I sure hope they do some major overhauling of it. The short version is disturbing.

While I can certainly relate to the challenges, emotional and financial that these parents talk about, I don't share in their "pity party" mentality.

I was really disgusted with the lady who was talking about driving off the bridge with her autistic daughter, as being preferable to having to have her attend some classroom at some school.

Not only did this lady say such a horrible thing in front of a camera, but also right there in front of her daughter. I think she went on to say that, of course she wouldn't do such a thing, because of the responsiblity she had to other other daughter, who isn't autistic, or something to that effect.

Ok, so she sends two disgusting messages to her autistic daughter: First, killing her is preferable to some school classroom situation, and second, her sibling is far more important than her so, thanks to her sister, she won't be killed. I doubt very seriously, that those messages were lost on her autistic daughter!

If they lose the "pity party"/"our children are broken" nuances and certainly that mother's horrible statment, the film might be worthwhile.

The film in it's current version does very little to help educate the public about autism and what it is. It actually is doing more harm than good in my opinion.


And I, you.


So glad to have met you too, my friend. I have been reading about your wonderful life with Charlie for a year and a half now. You continue to inspire me to do more for my own little guy as we are busy here with our own wondreful life, living "autism every day".


This has been at the front of my brain lately- how our children's "disability" has changed all our life directions, challenging us to be more than we were Before Autism.

Thank God I met all of you!


You will never know how much your blog (and MOM-NOS) has meant to me, a mom struggling with the fear her child has autism, and now struggling with the reality of that diagnosis. It is still new to me, having just received the diagnosis last week, and I know I am still in the "grieving" phase. Your positive, realistic voice on parenting has helped me so much, though. Thank you - I am so glad you have introduced yourself to me.


I just discovered your blog today. It is wonderful to meet you and I know I'll come back to read more about you and your amazing family.

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