Hello and happy holidays. My muse seems to have gone dormant and I think I know the reason why. Robert, the kids and I are introverts. We like people, but only very specific people (you know who you are) and in small quantities. In the past month, we have entertained more than we have in the last two years. Long story short, it has been great, but we are tired! And, when my muse gets tired and overwhelmed, she clams up. So, writing has been at a bare minimum.
Today we woke up to a world of black ice. Even the buses were not running. When metro transit closes down, you know things are serious. I put my dogs outside and without even picking up their paws they slid from the front of the yard to the back of the yard. Surprise! So, I am in my house, with my coffee and my muse just poked her head out of hibernation to say hi.
Boo Bear had a good Christmas. He does not really go for presents, particularly unwrapping them, but he got a good supply of gift certificates to his favorite eateries. These are fantastic presents because he know immediately what they are for and he can easily tell his caregivers where he wants to go eat. Win, win. He also did really well with friends and family invading his house at all hours. As long as he could hang in his room with his iPad and come out for the occasional snack, he was happy. All told, this was probably out most successful Christmas. I am feeling good because right before Christmas I got all his papers for guardianship filled out and sent in the to the advocacy lawyer. Now, the ball is in her court. She will draw up the proper papers, we will meet and shortly before Boo turns 18 we will go to the judge and explain that Boo must be under our care forever, even as an adult. There are a myriad ways that Boo has matured and grown over the years, but he will always need our care and we are delighted to give it.
I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. I see too many people at the gym starting out a new workout regime in January and giving up on it by February. I don’t think resolutions really work. So, instead of a resolution, I will send out vibes of peace and love to you all. Thank you so much for following the adventures of Boo Bear. You are his tribe and we love you.
Hi folks! This is Sunny, Harriet’s hedgehog. She just got back from the gym and is in the shower, so I am taking over the keyboard for a bit. Please bear with me, I have tiny paws and it is hard to type fast. Anyway, as you know my mom had spinal fusion 12 weeks ago today. Yesterday she went back to see the doctor and got cool pictures taken of her back and neck. The doctor was really happy and said that the bone had fused, just like it was supposed to. Anyway, he told her that all activity restrictions were lifted and she could do whatever she wanted! Mom is very happy. Silly mommy, this first thing she did was to sign up for a reindeer run 5km. Doesn’t she know how cold it is outside? It is not even above zero today! I hope she bundles up. Anyway, my mom is pretty easy to make happy. As long as she can run, hang with her hedgehogs and her dogs, and do lots of autism advocacy work, she is a happy camper. I like it when she is happy because that means I get extra treats. Oops, I hear the shower water turning off so I have to go. Ta ta and watch out for Running Mama.
Nearly sixteen years ago Boo received his autism diagnosis. The diagnosis was told to me in somber tones by a well meaning psychiatrist who claimed that he would make little progress and would probably not amount to much. Luckily, I chose not to believe her. Friends and colleagues asked me if I had taken time to grieve. Apparently, this diagnosis was supposed to throw me into a deep pit of despair. Obviously, it did not. I threw myself into learning everything I could about autism and getting him the supports he needed, but I never grieved the fact that my son was not neurotypical. I have a great kid, I told myself. Why should I grieve?
Last week, I was sitting in a similar conference room hearing that my second child had just received an autism diagnosis. Luckily, no one suggested that I should grieve. Instead, the psychologist pointed out Mouse’s strong suits and the things that she was good at. She made it clear that Mouse did not have to tell anyone about the diagnosis if she did not want to. It was her information to do with as she wished. Mouse is very open about being autistic, in fact wears it as a badge of pride. She, and I , and the rest of the family proudly belong to the tribe of autistics. No shame, no grief.
I am glad to see that times have changed a bit. If your child was just diagnosed, remember that he/she is the same child whom you love and adore that he/she was yesterday. There is not reason to grieve or mourn. No one has died. No one is sick. No one needs a cure. What do we need? Understanding, empathy, an occasional accommodation. What don’t we need? Sympathy.
I think every family who just had someone diagnosed as being on the spectrum should get a welcome basket. In this basket would be endless supplies of coffee and fidgets, ear defenders, sensory toys, weighted blankets and resources to call for help. We should throw parties for people who were just diagnosed because they have brains which work in magnificent ways. I am not ashamed of my diagnosis. My children are not ashamed of theirs. We do not need a cure. We do not need your sympathy or grief. Coffee and dog walks, however, are always cheerfully accepted. Carry on, friends.
I sincerely believe that all mothers are working mothers. Period. I don’t care if you work outside the home, inside the home or both, congrats, you are a working mother. And, surprise, no one pays you overtime!
I am not at all complaining about my job. Taking care of Boo Bear and Mouse is the best thing I have ever done. I have worked retail, run an outreach ministry for the homeless, taught, tutored, nannied, and mothered. Sometimes I did a whole bunch of these things at once. I have no regrets about these things, either. But, for now, I am an autism advocate for Boo Bear and Mouse and I work from home. So, I was surprised when yesterday a relative left me a voice mail from her vacation down south. She said that she was on vacation and thinking of me because “you are always on vacation.” That phrase, probably well meant, stopped me cold. I am on vacation? Really? Robert and I have had exactly two dates in the last 18 months. We have ventured no farther than Duluth together in over a decade. Though Boo did great at our Friendsgiving, he was awake that night until 3:00 am, and the Gloria got up at 4:00 am. I was running on coffee and fumes the next day. Add to that the fact that Robert and I always sleep with at least one ear open in case Boo has a seizure. Our living room has a video monitor of Boo’s bedroom and our bedroom has an audio monitor so we can hear the first signs of distress. We don’t sleep a lot around here. I am not certain how Robert does it because he does not worship the goddess of the coffee pot like I do. As my children will quickly tell you, their mommy is a coffee junkie.
So, gentle reader, please be kind to your fellow mothers. All mothers are working mothers. We run on love, coffee, grit, and the occasional thank you. We don’t get paid in ways that show up in our bank accounts. I am lucky as I get paid through the state to care for Boo, but this is only for 24 hours a week. Some weekends, Robert and I work 24 hours a day. Parenting autistic teens while being on the spectrum ourselves in not an easy task. Fortunately, we love our task. And, Robert gets to go to work at an office and talk to “adult people”. But, please, do not assume that we are on vacation. To be quite honest, we could not recognize a vacation if we saw one! Peace out and be good people.
Hello from Harriet’s Hedgehogs and Autism Advocacy! This month has gone by in a rush and it is hard to believe that it is already December. We had an excellent Friendsgiving. The day started out doing a Turkey Trot 5km with my friend LA. It was her first ever 5 km and she rocked it! I ran the race in 30:45, putting me just under a ten minute mile. Considering I am only 10 weeks out from spinal fusion, I was happy! After the race, mass baking and cooking ensued. Counting my clan, we fed 14 people on Thursday. There were plenty of traditional foods, as well as gluten and dairy free treats as well. No one went hungry. Mr. Boo did not choose to eat with us, but was happy to come in and out of the room, wrangle a piece of ham and then depart back into his man cave. I did not expect him to eat with us, because that is very uncomfortable for him, but he made a pretty good dent in the ham.
So, what am I thankful for? My family, my friends and my pets. The fact that I had a successful surgery and can begin running again. That I have a Kung Fu belt test coming up this week. That Boo has excellent services both at his school and in our county. I am thankful for his PCAs who take time out of their busy lives to hang out with him and take him interesting places. I am thankful for good mental health services. The list could go on and on.
I know that there are people who pity me and Boo, who say our lives are hard, or that Boo is my cross to bear. We do not need pity. Support yes, pity no. We are not objects of pity or your feel good story. We are just two autistic people living life to the fullest. Thank you to all my friends who came to our Friendsgiving. Thank you to those who follow this blog. Please take some time to exercise some self care during the next month. Boo and I are cheering you on.
Hi all! Boo Bear here. Yesterday was weird. First of all, Stevie (on of our dogs) had a seizure. He has not had one in over four years, so this really surprised mommy. He seemed fine after it, just a bit more dopey than usual. Gloria was very upset by it and Max ran away and hid. After mommy got all the dogs calmed down there was a scratching noise at the door. Mommy went to the door and there was a black and white pit bull mix sitting there. Mommy opened the door and the dog ran in and jumped on our couch! She was very friendly, clean, well fed, but had no tags or collar. At this point I decided to stay in my room because four dogs in one small house is a bit much! Mommy took the dog’s picture and put it up on social media. Then, she put the dog on a leash and walked all over the neighborhood, hoping the dog could tell her where she lived. No luck. Mommy and that dog walked and walked, but they could not find anyone looking for a dog and the dog could not find her home. Back at home, Mommy decided to call the vet to see if they could scan the dog for a microchip. Turns out, they could! So, the dog, whom we were calling Foreigner, and mommy went to the vet. The vet tech scanned her and it turns out the dog’s name is Pippa and she lives one block over. The vet tech called Pippa’s daddy who was very happy to hear the news and came right over and picked up his dog. It was a good reunion. Mommy came home and now there were only three dogs in the house. Honestly, I think that is enough. The hedgehogs don’t really bother me because they sleep all day. Gloria, on the other hand, tries to steal my snacks. Sometimes, she distracts me by giving kisses and then steals the snack! She is sneaky! Anyway, after all that excitement I went off with Peter for the afternoon and had some lovely adventures. He put some new pictures on my iPad that make it easier for me to communicate. Mommy is now talking about getting a lawyer for help with guardianship issues. This means that when I turn 18, I am going to be with mommy and daddy forever! It also means that I graduate this May and then go to the transition school next door. These are all really big changes, but I am a Boo Bear and I prefer to live in the moment. After all, there might be treats involved. Take care and be good humans. Ta-ta.
Hello there! This is Gloria and I am 10 pounds of Australian Shepherd spunk and fluff. Usually, this is mom’s website, but she is busy with coffee and Boo Bear, so I took over. Please excuse the lack of dew claws. Mom adopted me when I was 8 weeks old and only 4 pounds. Even then, I had very strong opinions on things. There are two big dogs in the house, Stevie and Max. Something is wrong with Stevie’s eyes, and he tends to run into things, but he is lots of fun to play with. Max likes to lie in his crate, or as mom calls it his “man cave”. When he is not out running with Mom he takes lots of naps. Mom says he is older and I must be respectful of his wants for privacy. I think he is a big grump and try to steal his treats. There are four humans in my house: Mom, Dad, Mouse, and Boo Bear. Mouse loved me from the start, but when Mom brought me home Boo Bear cried. He was afraid that Mom would love me more than him. Mom assured him that this was not the case and I gave him lots of kisses. He tasted salty! Now Boo Bear and I are friends. He lets me sit in his lap and does not seem to care if I steal his food. Mom says this is not good, but I think he just likes to share with me! I jump on his bed every morning to help wake him up and we have a quick snuggle. After Mom gets him up and dressed we put him on the bus. It is big and yellow and sometimes the aides get off the bus to say hi to me! There was once another doggie in the house and her name was Rosie. Mama says she went over the Rainbow Bridge two summers ago. She was Boo Bear’s service dog and took very good care of him. I don’t know if I will be a service dog or not when I grow up. I am only four months old and have a lot of growing and learning to do. Right now I know my basic commands. I know sit, down, come and here. I love to play fetch. If I don’t feel like coming in the back door I scoot under the fence and run around to the front door. This way, I don’t get trampled by the big dogs. Mom says I am a scamp, but she always give me biscuits when I come right away. I like this house and I like helping Mom take care of Boo Bear. He is lots of fun and he has a great laugh. He does not talk like most humans seem to, but he is very expressive. He also uses sign and an iPad to help him communicate. I told him he should bark early, often and loudly to get what he wants, but I have yet to hear him bark. Maybe his barker is broken, I don’t know. It is time for me to go harass Stevie, so I will sign off now. Talk to you later, Gloria.