I'm testing out a new location for this blog.

I think I'm moving to blogger. I need java to work and I can't afford to self host right now. So this is being posted from blogger. I'm currently testing twitter and facebook.

Please let me know what you think. I think I have more options here....

Thanks

LT

Maybe we aren't so different.

A friend sent me a message on Facebook today. She had some information she thought we might be able to use. I was touched by the gesture but what really hit was what she said later. I'll share that in a minute.

I have said many times that I wish people understood what it was like to be in our shoes. She responded to that honestly by saying, " I cant say that I understand completely except from one parent to another your happy when they are happy, you laugh when they laugh, you cry when they cry because you love them so much. "

That statement really hit me. If more people felt that way then maybe we could bridge the gap. Maybe we wouldn't have to feel so isolated. People wouldn't have to walk in our shoes to show or feel compassion for our children. They would just understand on a basic human level. Our kids are hurting so we hurt. On that level who couldn't relate? Clearly we have different challenges but we all love and support our kids. We all hurt when our children hurt. Maybe we aren't so different after all.

LT

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Back in limbo

Well we don't know anymore then what we did before today. He has a speech disorder for sure. He does parallel play. But we are not really any closer to the diagnosis. We have picked up a geneticist, GI specialist, OT and Speech. That's what I remember anyways. She wants a full genetic work up to figure out what's going on.

She doesn't know where he falls on the spectrum. She wants to make sure we don't label any wrong. So basically she said he clearly has a speech disorder and he parallel plays. However, he has good eye contact and engages socially which is good. That's all I can remember. Lizze will probably post a more detailed post on her blog.

Thanks to all for the thoughts and prayers.

LT



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It has been an "oatmeal" kind of day.

It's been a rough day but Gavin has been very difficult. Gavin has listened at all today. He just seems to ignore the rules anymore. I swear to God if I hear him say "I'm sorry" one more time my head is going to explode. He's only saying sorry because he got busted. He doesn't learn from his mistakes.

We are seeing more of the mental health issues at work here. These problem's go way deeper then Autism alone. I honestly don't know how much more of this I can take. I gave him chance after chance today and he still choose poorly. So he had oatmeal for dinner. He had almost 30 min to eat a really tiny bowl. He didn't cause he was stalling. What he didn't know was that he would have gotten desert if he had eaten it. Honestly he had more then enough time to eat what was given to him. Again he choose poorly. At least it's good to know the oatmeal is still effective.

LT

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I want a do-over for today

So I go to my mailbox and get a letter from the bank that we over drafted. So I log in to my account to see what happened. I looked over the account and ALL activity. I should have never over drafted. I was never over my limit at all. The over draft or should I say over drafts (4 total) however have caused lots of over drafts themselves.

I have a call into the bank and I'm sure they will figure it out but until then I have lots of money but it looks like this. "$ -xxx.xx". :(

At least they didn't screw up the business account.

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Autism and the school year

So I have been thinking. Wouldn't Autistic children benefit from a year round school year. It would prevent or help to prevent the loss that occurs over summer break. The kids love and need their routine. It would also serve as a sort of respite for parents.

Gavin would benefit from this tremendously. He loses far to much progress during summer break. I know funding is an issue but there are always ways around that. Just a thought.

LT

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Camp Day 1

Elliott Richard had his first day of camp today. He had a blast and can't wait to go back. It's kind of bitter sweet because he's just growing up to fast. But I'm glad he had fun and wants to go back. He deserves to have a childhood.

LT

Day camp....

Elliott Richard is off to his first day of day camp. He so desperately needs to get around kids his age. He tries so hard to engage with Gavin and his efforts are fruitless. I hope he has fun and wants to go back.

Autism and Comorbidity

Autism is challenging enough as it is. However, throwing in comorbidites is the really tough part because you rarely know what is what. We chase one symptom only to make another worse. In Gavin's case we never really know what his capabilities are because he is so behaviorally limited by all the other disorders.

LT

Autism and Hygiene

Hygiene. As if Autism wasn't challenging enough. How do you deal with hygiene issues? Gavin is having issues with bathroom hygiene, like cleaning himself up after going potty. Sometimes he cleans himself up and sometimes he doesn't. He won't talk about it and won't left us help.

The other big problem and it's a big problem is that he sometimes doesn't want to pee in the potty so he just pee's his pants. He doesn't change them afterwards. He just goes on like nothing happened. We just realized this the other day. He says that "sometimes he just doesn't want to get up to go potty". He gets engrossed in what he's doing and won't walk away.

What are we supposed to do with that? I guess we at least know where the smell was coming from now.

LT

Autism and Discipline: How do you manage?

Disciplining your kids can be tough for parents sometimes. But what if your child has Autism? Navigating the world of Autism is like trying to put one of those generic puzzles with no picture together. You are often times flying blind. I can't tell you how many times I have felt lost and defeated.

In our case with Gavin, he is a quagmire wrapped inside an enigma. He has so many other mental health issues that it really makes things difficult. How do you hold him accountable? What are the standards and are they set to high or to low? What is he actually capable of doing? These are all questions my wife and I have asked for years. Just when we think we have it figured out we realize things like, he has been playing us.

One thing about Gavin is he's truly gifted in the art of manipulation. I really mean that. He's that good. Unless we always assume he's playing us it's all but impossible to tell the difference. I bet so many of you out there know what I talking about. Should we always assume he's up to something because that feels wrong? How far is to far to push when there are no clearly defined limits?

I long for the day I go to the mail box and find the instruction manual for Gavin has finally arrived.

LT

Gavin's Weekend

This weekend was pretty good. Haven't had a good one in a while. Saturday was my grandmothers 85th birthday and everyone went to surprise her. Lizze and I had to stay back because she had a med change and a doctors appointment. My parents took all the kids for most of the afternoon and Gavin overnight.

Elliott Richard and I camped out in the living room watching king of the hill on netflix. We got up this morning and ran some errands. I did yard work and then we had a bonfire. Gavin got home around 5 or 6pm and had dinner and went to bed. He was exhausted. EJ and ER went to bed without a problem. Lizze and I watched "The Alphabet Killer" on netflix and called it a night. We had a very welcomed underwhelming weekend.
LT

Let Sleepless Begin....

Well ER just had a nightmare that we were all driving in the car and the wheels fell off and we crashed. He was pretty freaked out so now he's snuggling with us and going back to sleep.

Thank you for sharing our lives. LT

A bit of relief........

Last night was pretty nice. I finally got to take something for my back. Some pain killers,muscle relaxers and motrin. I was out by 7:30pm. I haven't taken anything for my back for a really long time. I slept on the couch and at some point I ended up with ER draped across my legs. I kept trying to shake him off cause - though he was Maggie. I slept in and it was great. I woke up to Gavin having a meltdown over something I can't remember. But it was still nice to not hurt even just for a little while. Thanks honey.

Thank you for sharing our lives. LT

Autism has changed me

Autism is changing me.

I have become very bitter and angry. I'm angry that I have lost my friends. I'm pissed off at the "family" that forced us to walk away. I'm angry at the "family" that walked away from us because they couldn't hack it. I'm angry that my career is gone. I'm angry that Autism is stealing away my children. I'm angry that Gavin will never live a "normal" life or even live on his own for that matter.I'm angry that he will never have the opportunities so many people take for granted.  I'm angry that we are so alone. I'm angry that I have to sit here and watch  EJ deteriorate and no one seems to take that seriously. I'm angry that the people that should don't seem to believe that this stuff is really happening.

I'm angry with myself for not being a better father. I'm angry with myself for not being a better husband. I'm angry with myself for not being a better provider. I'm angry with myself because I can't get the van we so desperately need.  I'm angry with myself for not being able to keep up with the house. I'm angry with myself for losing my patience so often lately. I'm angry with myself for letting autism change me.

LT

Can Collic Show Up Now?

It's almost 3am and EJ stopped screaming. We brought him downstairs and moved ER back up stairs. I started up a playlist on the TV and he settled down to the music. He acts like he did when he had collic after he was born. I need to find out if it can reappear later on down the road, like now.

ER woke up cause of the screaming and snuggled down with me on the couch and is sleeping again. I'm so tired .

Thank you for sharing our lives. LT

No Sleep

It's 2am and EJ is still screaming. He's been to the dr and nothing was wrong. He just had a bug. He's acting like it hurts to touch him. Maybe sensory overload? ER is sleeping on the couch. He came down crying. He passed out on the couch next to me. He just needed some comfort I guess. I'm going to go try to help Lizze with EJ again.

Thank you for sharing our lives. LT

Gavin's Continues Regressing

Gavin is acting strange, even for him. :e walks around with his eyes almost closed. He mumbles when he talks. When he talks each word is like 15 seconds apart.

He said he wasn't feeling good and his tummy hurt. He looks like he's not feeling good. However, he could have been saying that to get away from ER. Either way we sent him back to bed to get some rest. I don't know if he's eaten anything he shouldn't have. Lizze caught him eating his toe jam the other night. So your guess is as good as mine.

Now he wants back down and claims his stomach never hurt. I'm home with the kids alone so I can't battle him right now. I sent him back to bed. Cause if he did lie about being sick then he needs to meet the consequences for that. If he really is sick then he needs his rest. It's kinda win win. I don't want him eating anything because if his stomach does hurt then he will make himself vomit. He does that in this type of situation because he thinks he has to vomit.

Lizze should be home any minute now. EJ is still sick and fell asleep on me on the couch. ER was up all night again. Lizze and I took turns with him. Needless to say no one slept well. Again.

LT

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Long night

Last night seemed to go on forever. EJ was sick and fussy all night long and ER kept having bad dreams. I think I finally got to sleep around 3am. Lizze let me nap this morning and that helped. I just got ER off to quiet time and I'm going to just chill while everyone is sleeping.
Maybe catch up on some "Splinter Cell: Conviction"....

Thank you for sharing our lives. LT

Losing a son to autism: A father's grief.

I hate autism. I hate everything about it. My kids are not autism. I hate autism for doing to them, to us what it has done. Autism is a thief. It's a coward. It sneaks in and steals our kids right out from under us. Autism is a cruel and unforgiving disorder. It takes relentlessly and never stops.

My Story

I hate hearing how it could be worse. What is it like to have autism in our lives? As a father, I don't know if I even have the words to describe what it's like. I'm sorry if I offend anyone with this but it is what it is. Gavin is our 10 year old son. He died at age 3. That's what it's like for me. He has a rare, regressive form of autism. Sometime after his 3rd birthday a switch flipped and the Gavin we knew and loved was gone. I really mean that. The child that was, no longer existed. What remains is a shell of who he was.

Unless this has happened to you, please don't judge me. Gavin was my everything. He wasn't even mine but to me he was. We went everywhere together. We went fishing and to the playground. We had camp outs in the living room. One day all that was gone. He would no longer connect. It was like he didn't know us. He would hug us out of habit. I felt the difference. He was gone and we didn't even get to say good bye.

The truly cruel part of his autism is that for many years after we would get these glimpses of him. It was like someone briefly waking from a long term coma, confused about what happened but there. He would somehow find his way out. It never lasted more then a few moments and then he was gone again. Every time this happened it was like losing him again for the first time. It was like watching him die over and over again. He would come back and then go away again. Very few people know what that feels like. It was torture. Having someone you love taken away is a horrible thing but imagine having them taken away over and over and over again. Watching helplessly as something dragged them away into the dark and there is NOTHING you can do. You actually grieve as though they are dead, because in reality the person they were is. The person you knew and loved is gone. All you have left is the physical body, a shell. The essence of who they were no longer exists.

Now imagine having finally come to terms and then out of nowhere they come back. You don't know what to do or say because there's no time to even process it. You finally figure out what to say and they are gone. All the things I had wanted to say if I had the chance slip away unsaid. I don't have to imagine anything. That is my reality every single day. Every single time I grieve like it's the first time. I don't know how else to explain it.

You want to know how terrible I am? Do you want to know how weak I am? After awhile I actually prayed for him to stay gone. God forgive me, I just couldn't take it anymore. The pain I experienced each and every time was unimaginable. It's like a nightmare you can't wake from. I can't explain what it feels likes as a husband and father to experience this. You see them physically there but that's it. They don't connect on any meaningful level and everything becomes mechanical, emotionless and empty.

Gavin hasn't found his way back in many years. There are so many things I want him to know and I will never have the chance to tell him. Most of what I say anymore has little to no impact on him. I can't have a conversation with him because he doesn't pay attention. Everyday I have to see what I no longer get to have. The pain never goes away. Anyone that says that it does is either lying to you or themselves.

Now let's talk about guilt. Not only are you grieving but the guilt is unbearable. You feel like it's you fault. You might not say it but deep down you blame yourself. If I had only been a better parent. You question everything you've done. You try so hard to remember when it happened but you can't. I have one memory that haunts me. It's the last memory of Gavin I have. He was 3 years old and I took him fishing for the first time. He actually caught a blue gill all by himself on his little fishing rod. We were fishing off the gazebo at the time. I remember him sticking his head between the spindles on the outside walls talking to the ducks. I actually have a picture of that. I was tired because I had just gotten off of a 48 hour shift as a medic. He wanted to stay and play with the kids on the play ground. I said no and we went home. That was it. I never had another chance after that. He started slipping away shortly after. The worst part for me is I never got to say goodbye. What would it have hurt to let him play a little bit. I took that from him.

I know all about guilt. I hate everything about my relationship with Gavin now. It's tense and volatile. I have no patience for him anymore. His behaviors, though not always his fault have put a tremendous strain on our family. I'm often resentful anymore for the impact this has had on Lizze's health as well as pur other kids.

But what if the truth is I resent the fact that his physical person is here and that's all. What kind of person let alone father does that make me. It just hurt's to much sometimes to see him but know he isn't there anymore.

This is what it was like for me to lose Gavin. This wasn't easy to write but I just needed to say it. Maybe it explains why I am the way I am. Maybe it gives you a better understanding of what it's like to be me. Maybe you know someone going through this also. Maybe now I won't have to keep explaining why we do the things that we do. Maybe I can just leave this here instead of carrying this around with me.

LT

Thank you for sharing our lives. LT