Does He Know?

My son is a bright young man. He is funny with a dry sense of humor. He has artistic talent and he is a good brother. He is twenty years old with a great job working in the ER at the local hospital.

He also has autism.

Does he know?

I ask myself this question from time to time. Does Taylor know he has autism? He knows he is different and that there are things he may never get to experience, like have a group of friends, driving a car at 16 or, most recently, moving away to college. Does he understand why?

When he was eight years-old, something remarkable happened between the two of us. At the time, Taylor was still struggling to communicate with his words. He had such a hard time articulating his thoughts and feelings. If something upset him, he was unable to tell us why or even what it was.

This was one of those days...at first.

It was a lazy summer morning and his younger two brothers, Brendan and Jordan, had been watching the Cartoon Network. Taylor had no interest in watching with them so he stayed in his room drawing with his computer.

As the morning went on, Taylor would come out of his room and just yell at his brothers and start crying. I had no idea what was going on and it seemed very sporadic. His brothers weren’t bothering him but something clearly was. I would turn down the TV, sit with him for a little bit and calm him down. As it continued to happened, he started to cry and it finally progressed into a full blown meltdown.

I have mentioned before that being a parent of a child with autism feels like being part detective. This was one of those instances. I was struggling here. What in the world was upsetting him?

Then I began to see the pattern.

My other two boys were watching “Fairly Odd Parents” and it seemed like every time the dad came on and began to talk, it would set Taylor off. I finally realized that it was the dad’s voice that was upsetting him. I had no idea why that would be, but it was definitely the culprit. We changed the cartoon to something else and Taylor instantly calmed.

Crisis averted, I felt pretty great that I had figured out the problem. Go me!

About 20 minutes later, Taylor walked into my bedroom, looked at me and said “I need a new brain.”

For a moment, I just stood there looking at him. My child had just rendered me speechless. First, in the most perfect sentence, he spoke directly to me and told me what he was thinking. After the initial shock of that little miracle, the impact of the sentence struck me numb.

This was the moment that I knew Taylor understood he was different. What made my heart break and threatened my tears to flow, was that it was obvious he didn’t want to be different...he wanted a “new brain”.

Coincidentally, the week before I had picked up an issue of “TIME” magazine in which they had published an article about the differences between the brains of autistic individuals and typical individuals, complete with CAT scans. I still had this magazine somewhere and at that moment I knew that Taylor needed to see it.

I told him that I had something to show him and so I dug out the magazine and we sat down together in our overstuffed chair. He seemed as eager as if I was going to read him his favorite Dr. Suess book.

Opening the magazine, I said “Taylor, you do not need a new brain. Your brain is just different and it works in an amazing way.”

Taylor replied in his sweet little voice, “Well, let’s see.” and began looking at the pages.

Once again, I was speechless. We were having a conversation! I had to hide my tears or I knew the magical moment would be gone.

So we began to read the article. I don’t know how much of what I read to him he really understood but he was completely enthralled with the CAT scans images.The CAT scans showed what parts of the brain lit up in response to different stimulants, such as seeing a familiar face or seeing something scary. I simplified it very much and I explained it to him, saying “This brain is what your brothers brain looks like and this one over here is what yours looks like. See the colors? The three of you have all those colors, but yours are just in different places than your brothers.”

Completely satisfied, he closed the magazine, hopped up and went back to his room. The moment was over and he was suddenly in a great mood again.

Did we just have a break through? I sat there for a long time filled with a whole range of emotions and a whole lot of hope.

Needless to say, Taylor was still Taylor and he continued to progress at the same rate he had been, but for that 20 minutes as we looked at that magazine together, I knew that Taylor understood a lot more than I realized.

Did he understand it was autism that made him different? Did he know he had autism?

As he grew older, he would still have those moments. Moments where he understood he wasn’t the “same” as his peers.

It was hard watching him realize that he didn’t have the friendships his brothers had as he watched them walk out the door to go to sleepovers or parties.

I am blessed, my younger two boys have never treated Taylor as anything other than their big brother. I don’t think they realize how special they are or how thoughtful. A great example is how they handled the sleepovers. Most of the time, they would invite their friends over here, and while Taylor may not have “hung out” with them while they were here, he still felt like he was a part of them. He felt included in the way that only Taylor can feel included.

Did Taylor understand it was his autism that made it harder for him to make friends? Did he know?

When Taylor graduated from high school, we went through this once again. He watched his friends move off to college and it was so apparent he wanted to do that as well. Not school, mind you, Taylor was done with that! School was hard for him and he was happy to graduate. No, it was starting the next journey that he realized he was missing out on.

His friend since they were born (as Taylor told me one day), Rebecca, had been accepted to Auburn and Taylor came home one day and informed me that he and Rebecca were getting an apartment together and would live in Auburn. (Rebecca was pretty surprised to hear this too, but she thought it was really sweet)

I said, “Taylor, you said you didn’t want to go to college.”

His reply, “You don’t have to go to college to live in Auburn.”

Touché my son!

Did Taylor really believe he was getting an apartment with his friend in Auburn? I don’t think so. I think he was just enjoying his dream out loud. A dream to be normal and to be able to do the same things as his friends.

Did he understand it was because he has autism that this opportunity will most likely never happen for him? Did he know?

Recently, Taylor has been very concerned that we are already close to the end of this year. He has said many times, “I can’t believe it’s almost September!” or “Can you believe that 2018 is almost here?!”

My husband and I began to realize that this wasn’t just your, “wow, time flies” kind of comment. Taylor wasn't just trying to make conversation. That's not really Taylor. No, Taylor was really becoming stressed about the year 2018.

Why?

Last year, I know that right before he turned twenty, he became really stressed. He told me he wasn’t ready to be twenty. One day he asked me if he would go to heaven when he died. He was already thinking about how he would be old and die one day.

“Holy crap!” I thought. He was really, really concerned about turning twenty!

My husband and I had a suspicion of what may be on his mind and sat him down one day. We asked him if he was nervous about turning twenty and he vigorously nodded his head, yes.

“I have butterflies,” he told us.

I asked, “Are you nervous because you are going to be a grown up?”

“Yes,” he replied.

My husband said, “Taylor, you know you can live with me and mom for as long as you want to. You don’t have to move away. You can be a grown up and still live with us, okay?”

Suddenly the tension seemed to melt from him and he was okay again.

This time was a lot like that.

The thing is we had already told Taylor he could always live with us, but I thought, maybe I need to remind him. I would also remind him of the fun things we were going to do in 2018 as well. Let him know 2018 was something to look forward to.

So, as I was driving him to work the next morning, I broached the subject. I reminded him he never had to move away and he told me he already knew that.

Okay.

Then I asked him, “Are you nervous about it being 2018?”

“Yes,” he said, “I have butterflies.”

So I told him, “We are going to do fun things in 2018, right? Tell me what we are going to do.”

He said, “We are going on a Disney Cruise.”

I said, “That’s right!”

Then he said, “And then Brendan is going to move away.”

Oh.

Oooohhhh!

What an idiot I am. How could I have not thought about that?

His brother has been looking at colleges for the past 6 months and in just a few more months will be graduating from high school and going off to college.

When I moved away for college, my sister was all “Bye Felicia!” so maybe that is why I never thought about how Brendan moving away would affect his brothers, especially Taylor. That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have thought about it.

There went my “Mom of the Year” award.

This is going to be really hard for Taylor and it is going to shake his world. Brendan moving away will mean a lot of things. First and foremost will be that Taylor’s order, routine and normality will shift around. Big time!

It will also be another reminder to Taylor that once again, he is being left behind.That once again he is different and will not be able to have that same experience.

It breaks my heart.

Does he understand it is because of his autism? Does he know? Does he understand?

I think the real question is, does it really matter? It doesn’t change how Taylor feels.

I know that Taylor will adjust as he always does. It will take some time, but he will overcome it. He will continue to surpass all the expectations even as he takes the knocks and blows that life has and will deal him.

In this way, Taylor is just like everyone else.

He may not face the same stresses and challenges we all have in life, but he has them.

He has all the colors, just in different places and he will succeed in all those different places.

I know he will.

We got this, Taylor!

Hearing the word “Autism” for the first time.

What a traumatic day that was for me. Autism. What was this? I didn't really know much about it, but it didn't sound good.

We had been keeping our speech therapy sessions religiously, never missing one. I was on a mission to teach this child how to talk. Taylor's words were coming one by one and my list on the refrigerator was finally beginning to grow but he was still unable to come up with his own sentences.

What I mean by this is that Taylor was learning how to talk by putting full phrases together, not words. An example would be how he always used the phrase, “Can I have more, _________" and then would insert whatever word would work.

He would talk with his videos and his words were becoming more and more clear. People could understand what he was saying a little more easily now. Jungle Book and Mary Poppins were his favorite videos and he would watch them over and over again.


(Here is a sweet video of Taylor dancing to Mary Poppins. I swear I could understand every word he said.) 

One night, Taylor amazed and entertained Mike and I for two hours as he stood on our bed and recited word for word, the entire movie of the Jungle Book, complete with the voice inflections. He was two and a half. Looking back I realize he probably grunted most of the words but we knew what he was saying and Taylor knew what he was saying. We loved every moment of this impromptu play but it did get me thinking. The speech therapy seemed to be working, but something still wasn't right.

The next time I saw his speech therapist, I told her what was bothering me. I asked her, “Why can Taylor recite an entire hour and a half long video to me, can say phrases that you are teaching him, but still cannot make his own sentences? Why can he say the words, ‘outside’ and ‘I’ and ‘Go’ and ‘Want’ but cannot figure out how to put these words together on his own to say ‘I want to go outside?’”

His speech therapist looked at me and I could tell she was flustered. She knew something was up but wasn't saying anything. I could see it in her eyes. Instead she said, “Let me see if I can get our child psychologist out here to see Taylor.” She wouldn't tell me why, just that she wanted to rule some things out first.

I wasn't ready for what I was about to hear. I will let you know that right now.

I WAS NOT READY.

The psychologist came out the next week. She spent about thirty minutes observing Taylor. Playing with him, asking us questions. To Mike and I, they were strange questions. I remember it like it was yesterday. Here’s an example of some of these questions.

Doctor- “Does Taylor have a high tolerance for pain?”
Me- “Well, last week he stuck his finger in hot candle wax at a birthday party and didn't even cry. Does that count?”

Let me pause right here. The reason I even mentioned this incident was because Taylor had just done this the week before. The one and only time that it seemed something didn't hurt him.

Also, at this exact moment, as if on cue,Taylor dropped a Blue’s Clues video tape on his big toe and immediately grabbed his toe, hopped around and started crying. It took his dad kissing it to make it better. THIS IS IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER!

Doctor- “Does Taylor like textures?”
Me-“Well, he loves getting the fall leaves in his hands and crunching them next to his ear so he can hear the sounds.”

Doctor - “Does he have a sensitive gag reflex?”
Me- “Yes. Very sensitive.”

Doctor- “Is he affectionate?” (While she has been asking us these questions, Taylor has been jumping off the couch into her arms. He has also been pulling on her bag because he thinks she is there for a “play time”. He is totally aware this woman is standing in our living room and he wants her undivided attention because he wants to get rewards like he does when his speech therapist comes.)
Me-While looking at Taylor jump in her arms, “Well, yes…obviously he loves people! “ I said pointing to him. “He loves kisses and hugs and cuddling with Mommy and Daddy, don’t you Taylor?” At that moment, he leaves her and comes over to me so I can pick him up and love on him.

Let me explain something real quick. My husband and I had NO IDEA what this doctor was looking for. We thought she was going to tell us why he wasn't talking. It was at the end of this 30 minute “interview” that she first mentions autism as a possible diagnose…as she is walking out the door. She told us to expect her report within the week.

We are stunned.

When she leaves, I break down and cry. I felt like the floor had been ripped out from under my feet and I just sank into the couch. The only thing I knew about autism at that time was from the movie Rain Man. One thing I did know was that my Taylor WAS NOT like that! Not even close! What the hell?

I was a mess. Part of me felt a sense of relief that I wasn't going crazy and that I had something to research and tackle, but the other part of me was devastated. She had to be wrong. What if she wasn't? Why him? WHY?!

A week later, we get the report. In the report this doctor states that: 'the parents have noticed high tolerances for pain',  and 'the child is non-affectionate', 'child appears to be severely delayed in speech' and 'indifferent to my attention and appears to be socially delayed'. It then went on to diagnose him as having severe autism and suggested that there was a high possibility of having to place Taylor in a special institution in years to come.

LET ME STOP RIGHT HERE. I am about to use explicit language so, you may want to skip the next few sentences.

Breathe Dawn…

This woman should lose her f**king license!  Was she even paying attention?! After spending approximately 30 minutes with my child, she writes a report describing some random child. Certainly NOT the child that had spent the entire time she was there with him trying to get her attention. This report could not possibly be about the child that was crying because he hurt his toe, while she stood there watching! She didn't even quote us correctly.

Did she just make sh!t up?! I was FURIOUS! Enraged! I called my husband in tears and read him the report. He honestly thought we got someone else’s report. I was beside myself, almost hysterical! Okay, fine. I was hysterical!

Here is what scares me the most. What if we had believed her? She had recommended that we put my child in an institution! The curse words I want to say right now just remembering this would make you blush. Almost sixteen years later and this still infuriates the hell out me.

Here is the important thing that I want you to take away from this. Believe your heart. Trust your instinct. Don’t just get one opinion. Don’t just get two! Do your research.

That’s what we did. We looked up everything we could find on autism. We did the tests with Taylor. Some he passed, some he didn't. We read everything we could find. What about diet? What about social therapy? Read, read, read. Research, research, research! That became our world.

The one good thing that came out of this awful report is that it lit a fire under me to prove this woman wrong. I had something solid I could research. I was no longer playing a guessing game with Taylor. I had something I could grab a hold of and fight. We learned that autism meant more than Rain Man.  We learned a lot!

Autism.

Okay.

We got this, Taylor!

We are all in this together and we will do everything in our power to make sure your life is amazing.

Doctors be damned!

Before Taylor

I married young. Well, by today’s standards 20 years old would be considered young, but in 1991, I felt like I was almost an old maid. My husband, Mike and I were still in college and not in any hurry to have kids. We knew we wanted children, but our first priority was to graduate college, have good jobs, a good home and make enough money to get us off the Ramen noodles budget.

That is the natural order of things, right? Go to college, get married, start a career, buy a house and have four kids. Okay, the four kids may just have been me, but the future of our lives was something that Mike and I really didn't think about. We just took for granted it would happen in that cookie cutter way. Especially the “having kids” part.

After Mike and I had dated for a couple of years, we began talking about the kids we would have. I wanted four, he wanted three. Maybe we would have twins! We discussed children’s names.  How far apart in age they would be. We talked about what it would be like when they started dating. We dreamed of our family all the time. We were love struck and adorable in our innocence.

Mike’s mother, Charlotte, was so worried when we announced our engagement knowing how much I loved children. Her concern was that we would immediately have kids, quit college and have to live off Saltines and Vienna sausages for the rest of our lives!

Here comes reality. Five years later…no children. Charlotte said to me one day, “You know, it’s okay if you have children now. I’m ready to be a grandmother!” She meant well and she really had no idea how hard it was to hear that. She had no idea that Mike and I had been trying for years. Mike and I didn't talk about it much to anyone else because we were heartbroken.

After 4 years of “not trying but not preventing” we were starting to get worried. I read everything I could read on infertility and what could help us conceive. I took my temperature, I mapped out my cycles, I asked Mike to start wearing boxer shorts. I even stood on my head after sex. God, I wish I was making that part up. You name it though and we tried it! We wanted a family and we were desperate, frustrated and emotionally crushed.

Every month would be the same story. I would be a day or two late, you know, just enough to give me hope, and then I would get my period and my heart would sink. One particular time after starting my period, I remember laying on my bed crying my eyes out for hours, wondering why God was so mad at me.

It was not long after this emotional day that Mike and I finally visited a fertility doctor. After a few more months and by the magic of science [or just that we had finally relaxed and stopped stressing so much] we became pregnant. FINALLY, our prayer had been answered!

We were so happy! We were going to have a baby!

My pregnancy was uneventful…in a good way. I gained thirty, horrible pounds and swelled to the size of the blueberry girl in Willy Wonka, but all was good. I quit smoking as soon as I found out I was pregnant, which was really early since it seemed like I took a pregnancy test every month. By today’s standards, I didn't eat “healthy”. There were no gluten free foods or anything organic. What was that?! My cravings were Kraft Mac & Cheese, milk, cottage cheese and tuna subways from Subway. I didn't exercise at the time but I was twenty-five and thought I would be thin forever. I worked a full-time job though with a lot of nights on over-time. It was my first job right out of college and I was not very confident with my skills. It was a pretty stressful job, as I was always afraid of making a costly mistake but I worked up until the week before Taylor was born.

Taylor came four days before his due date and everything went by the book. My labor was also uneventful. LONG, but uneventful. After sixteen hours of dry-heaving in a trash can and two epidurals later, Taylor was born. (Word of advice. If you think you are going into labor don't eat dinner, ESPECIALLY not Hamburger Helper! Oh God!) 

After hours of exhaustive pushing, the doctor did have to use forceps to help with the delivery. You would never have known it though looking at Taylor. His head was beautiful! Just perfect!  All the nurses said he looked like a cesarean baby. I was confused by this until I finally realized they meant that his head was perfectly shaped with no marks from the forceps and no "cone head" from pushing.

I share all of this with you to let you know that there was nothing abnormal about my pregnancy, labor or delivery. I prayed over my baby every night from the moment I knew I was pregnant and God blessed us with an angel.

Taylor was here and our lives were forever changed...for the better.