Decisions

I know a number of people who read this have children somewhere on the Autism Spectrum. You may be able to relate to what I am going to talk about. 

Ever since we knew something was up with Caden I feel as though there has been nothing but decisions, it becomes overwhelming at times. This has only escalated since his official diagnosis last summer. Do we want him to have a genetic work-up? Do we want him to be in this study or that study? Do we want him to be assessed for funding for IBI? Do we want occupational therapy? Do we want private speech therapy? Do we want Ethan to involved in sibling workshops? Which parent groups do we need to be involved in? When do we want Caden to start school? What school? And don't get me started on the paperwork, stacks of paperwork for every agency and level of government who all seem to need something different from each other. And the language of the paperwork may as well be Latin. Or Greek. If it was Greek Ryan could have translated it and we may have had a chance of understanding the paperwork. We are smart people, some of this paperwork made me feel very stupid. Often its wording felt degrading and as though it didn't apply to me or my family, kept referring to my child as "severely disabled". Riiight. Awesome.

I have felt more overwhelmed with the "system" than I ever have with my child's autism.  I do want to mention that all the doctors, nurses, therapist, social workers that we have dealt with have been nothing short of amazing. Compassionate and helpful and have always been wonderful with Caden and ourselves. I know that they are bound by the system as much as we are and that it can be a frustrating place for them as well. My "rant" is not in anyway directed at those people. But damn. Get it together people. And why does it vary so much from province to province? I deal with logistics every day, it is my job to find ways of doing things quickly and efficiently. This system that keeps bouncing us around makes me want to scream and stamp my feet like a three year old. I do not have the answers to everything but there has to be a better way. Life is stressful enough. Why am I forced to answer the same questions over and over? Why can't you share information? I will sign a form releasing that information, to save me from the task of answering the same questions over and over. People may ask why is that such a hardship? It's just a few questions. You have to understand that these are long questionnaires that take two to three hours to complete. Sometimes more. They are draining. Every time I am forced to answer the same question (although possibly phrased slightly differently) I am forced to face that my child is no where close developmentally to his peers. And every time it digs in my heart a little more. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to live my life with my head stuck in the sand. I want to tackle this with my eyes wide open. But every time I settle into a bit of "normal" even if it is just a normal for us, I am reminded by something or someone that we are so far from normal, I can't even see normal. Fuck. Sometimes I like to pretend that we are just like everyone else. Sometimes I want a little fairy dust; is that so wrong? Denial can be good for the soul. Ignorance is bliss. Blah, blah, blah. 

We have had to make some decisions lately concerning our son and this has been weighing on my mind and heart lately. (I just read through what I wrote, not my most "uplifting" post.) But I feel better now. Thanks for letting me rant, thanks for reading it. Maybe one day we will be able to demand that kind of change. I would like to think we could. 

Weary

Ever feel tired down to your bones? Where every part of your body aches and your spirit feels like it needs a big drink of water. That is how I am feeling right now. It has been awhile since I wrote here. The weariness is part of that. Truth is I have so much to write I don't know what to say next. :) I've wound up saying nothing. Silly me.

I titled this blog "All my Hats." I supposed at some point that I would touch on all aspects of my life, that at some point all the "hats" I wear would be mentioned. My life for the most part is neatly compartmentalized, neatly ordered and kept separate. I wear a lot of hats but I don't enjoy wearing more than one at a time. Right now I am wearing more than one at a time, this is where my spirit starts to get tired. Problem is, I am not sure how to deal with this. I think that we all go through this, these times of wondering which way is up or down. It is not unique to my life. I have been there before and found my way through the fog. But here I am again, in that dark room bumping into things looking for the light switch. I fight hard to stay in the present. But sometimes the present can be a scary place. And I find myself looking forward to a future or back to a past. I keep reminding myself that this is only for a time; that things will slow down, that I should just take one thing at a time, one day at a time. Just. Keep. Breathing.

I hope to spend more time here, on this blog. I think that I need to purge these thoughts. I think they weigh me down if I don't. So that is my step, my commitment. For my sanity. 

Independence day

My children are very different people. Sometimes staggeringly so. Ethan fights to stay close, is not in much of a hurry to grow up, he likes being taken care of. Cade fights to be free. Even when he was little Ethan stayed close, right next to me. I remember once when he was three and we were Christmas shopping, we were in the mall and I had too many bags to hold his hand. Without be told to do so he held onto one of the bags. I have never had to wish for Ethan to be more careful, I have had to push him to be brave. Caden on the other hand... well he has made my heart jump into my throat on more than one occasion. He fights for independence like his life depends on it. At times and in certain places this can be very scary. I realize that this is normal and natural but given our history with Ethan, it's not something I have much experience with. And with Caden it's something that is much harder to trust. His judgement is somewhat, ummm.... lacking. 

When he was diagnosed with autism they gave his "danger judgement" a score of 18 months, which means that he has the judgement of an 18 month old when it comes to danger. Danger such as fire or cars. He has run out into busy streets. We have talked about putting him on a leash. This makes for stressful outings at times. I allow Cade to have as much independence as possible in controlled surroundings, but he always fights me for more. I am not sure how to handle this. It is a big question mark. And I find it ironic that what I crave for in one child, I fight against in the other. Independence is a natural part of growing up and is something I have to resist in my one child and push in the other. 

I have found like most things in life, parenting can not be boxed up and tied neatly with a bow. It is far more complex than that, the personalities involved demand it. Sometimes I wish for the life of a sitcom Mom. Problems presented and solved neatly within a short 30 min period. Where are the script writers in my life? If they are there, they are failing badly. Either that or my life is some sort of documentary. The kind with the scary close ups and the all too real reality. (Okay... it isn't that bad). 

I remember when the boys were babies, longing for a time when they would be older and be more independent; longing for a time when they wouldn't be so "needy." Now I find myself longing for a time when things were simple. Simple needs such as feeding and changing or a cuddle were much more cut and dried. I often remind myself that I need to stay in the moment, not wish for a time that has past or hope for a future that I do not know. But stay present with what is true, with what is now. I only wish that I had more answers for myself or others fighting the same things. But what I know is true, is that I will continue to seek and search for those answers no matter my inabilities or weaknesses. I won't settle for less than that. 

I do

This past weekend Ryan and I marked our 12th wedding anniversary. I love to see peoples faces when I tell them I have been married that long. Their eyes get really wide, and then comes the obvious question: "HOW old ARE you? Usually said with emphasis on those words. :) Yes, I was a teenager when we got married. Engaged less than a month after high school graduation and married shortly after I turned 19. No, we did not have a shot gun wedding. :) That is usually the next question. People then often ask me why, why did I chose that path. Why get married so young if I didn't have to. How did I know that, that was the right thing? At 19... no less. Who at that age would want that? I did. In so many ways I have done most of my growing up in the time since I was married, I am just starting to become truly comfortable in my own skin and understand who I am as a person. But what I did know about myself at that age, what I longed for, was the opportunity to wake up to the same person for the rest of my life. To have that kind of consistency and stability. To feel safe and secure with someone and know that they will love me, without reservation for who I am. I knew I needed that. I know some people thought I was crazy, maybe I was. But I knew what I wanted, and to be honest it has turned out better that I could have dreamed. 

It didn't take me long to realize that Ryan was a great match for me. But it is not an obvious match. People who meet us now often ask how we ended up together, as we seem like such polar opposites. Ryan with the Ph.D. education and a vocabulary that I can barely keep up with. The academic and the theologian who loves to teach and discuss scripture and politics. Me, the "rebel" who fights against convention, has no education, loves to rock out at bars and dance, swears like a sailor, smokes cigars, wants to travel the world, constantly seeks out adventures, oh and... plaster my body with tattoos. During the day we lead very different lives, but at the end of the day my life is his and his life is mine. Ryan has allowed me to be myself and love me for it. He has never tried to make me someone I am not. He has believed in me in ways that I have never been able to. He has never doubted me or my abilities. At times I find his confidence in me to be staggering, his respect for me overwhelming. He has pushed me to new heights in so many ways and has given me the strength to do it. Loved me when I didn't deserve it. Caught me when I needed saving. Given me room to grow and space to learn and explore. It hasn't always been easy, we have walked down some dark paths, but in those paths, through the darkness, we have always found one another. Learned to depend on one another more. Realized that we are the most important people in each others lives and we better not ever take that for granted. Through the years, I have learned that marriage is more about commitment than it ever is about love. But through that commitment I have found the deepest love, the strongest love, the sweetest love.  

I am proud of a lot of my successes in life, but none more than my marriage. We have something great and powerful, something truly to be envied. I love that I can honestly say that I am more in love with him than the day we were married, more than last year, more than yesterday. And I trust that our love will continue to grow through all we encounter in life, through the next 12 years and beyond.