Mr. Anxiety

Recently, my eldest son was complaining of throat pain. So we needed to take him to the doctors but that also meant we needed to prepare ourselves mentally and emotionally for what would be an anxiety inducing visit from Mr. Anxiety. 

N became fixated on the fact that he had to have a tongue depressor used on him. He hates the taste and the feeling of gagging. The entire trip to the doctors he kept asking “Do they have to use that stick in my mouth Mama?” Where I repeatedly responded “they will need to look at your throat if your throat hurts you.” Later adding “what do you think they are going to do if your throat hurts?” I was needing him to stop asking over and over again for my own sanity but I knew full well that this would not be the case.

When we arrived at the office it was clear he was stressing out. Hands curling into fists, sweaty hands constantly being wiped on his legs. Getting up and down from his seat while still asking me the same questions about the tongue depressor “Are they going to use the stick?”

When we entered towards the patient room, he started on the nurse. Asking the same questions and stating his dislike about the entire process while she just tried to get his height and weight. 

Once in the room, he fought the nurse and wouldn’t allow her to swab his throat. Moving his face away or swatting her hand. Impossible and clearly frustrated, the nurse left the room hoping the doctor would have better luck. I can understand how frustrating it is for someone who is trying to do their job but I wish others would try to be more empathetic to his state. 

While we waited for the doctor it just added to his anxiety. As he sat there, he came up with alternatives “Maybe I can just stay sick.” Or “I’m feeling much better, let’s just go home.” His legs shaking, tears in his eyes “I just can’t take this anymore!” Panic now in the room. I remind him to breathe and recall his “Peace Out” podcast that sometimes helps him calm down and work through his anxiety. I passed him my phone to try and get him to find his calm.

Enters the doctor and “Anxiety” completely takes over. He bursts into tears and panic. His arms go into protective mode, swatting the doctors hands away. Enters “Fight or Flight”. The doctor works slowly and patiently with him, then comes N’s dreaded moment, the cotton swab. The doctor says “I’m not going to use the tongue depressor. Just this swab.” N interrupted him “it’s still a stick! WAIT! I don’t want a stick!” Moving his hand away.

Then I gently take his hands and tell him to take a breathe. I urge him to listen to the doctor who is only trying to help him. The doctor tilts his head back and asked him to open his mouth. A small struggle and done. Tears running down his face, N is upset but when he realizes it’s over I see his shoulders relax, he gains control of his breathing and anxiety slowly leaves the room. He returns to his usual happy self. 

All that build up anxiety, as the thought grew bigger and bigger in his head spiraling him out of control. He would get calm only to work himself up again. For me, it seemed so simple to get the throat culture. For him, it was as if someone was going to wound him. The mere thought of the taste of the tongue depressor was enough to send him into a frenzy, snowballing out of control. 

People often look at my son always surprised to later hear of his diagnosis of Autism. I often hear “He doesn’t look Autistic.” This frustrates me. What are they expecting? Should he be rocking in a corner somewhere staring into the void or spouting out random gibberish? What they don’t realize is that Autism presents differently for each child. For N, a huge part of it is Anxiety. He can become fixated on ideas, thoughts on how things are meant to be, the way things function until his fears become paralyzing. In this case it was how the tongue depressor made him feel. I know comments like this aren’t really judgements but ignorance on their part. They don’t know him, his diagnosis is not a star upon his chest and we don’t willingly promote it to everyone we meet. 

It is important to find healthcare providers who understand the function of Autism and it’s many ever changing variations. NEVER assume that because they are pediatricians that they fully understand the scope of Autism or any other disability. It’s important to discuss these things prior with doctors. Though the nurse didn’t handle this the way I would have preferred, thankfully, we have a pediatrician who is patient and educated enough in the matter to not rush the process. So glad we did go to doctors because it turns out that N did have Strep throat and had I given in to Mr. Anxiety and forgone the check up, it could potentially have gotten worse. 

Since we can’t change the world to adjust to him, I can only teach him how to adjust to the world. There will be days like this where any advice I give him doesn’t help. Where his tools fail him. Where anxiety is the driving force. We will have to just keep up the repetition, practice the situations with the hope that each time will get easier for him. 

How do you handle a nervous child? I would love to hear your experiences and what worked for you. Until next time...


We are blessed for sure!

With love and dedication anything is possible!

Ask and you shall receive

Remember how a couple of posts back I was joking about needing to get away. Well, ask and you shall receive. My husband surprised me with an impromptu vacation. It’s really more like a trip because of the time constraints and because a vacation for me would be without the kids. 

Traveling with the kids is rough. First they never stop asking the famous “Are we there yet?” They NEVER go to the bathroom at the same time, and one wants the radio on while the other wants it off. It’s too cold, It’s too hot. I think you get it. My daughter loves to sing in a high pitch operatic voice that reminds me of the movie where Meryl Streep portrays a woman described as the worst opera singer of all time. Now, don’t get me wrong, when my daughter sings in her normal sweet voice, she sounds like an angel. Lately, I think she has been exploring pitch and she is way high, to the point of piercing. As I write this, she is testing out her sounds. Fun! Do we discourage this? No. I want her to sing even if she sometimes hits a sour note or two. It’s my reminder that she is happy and that my ears are functioning. 

Finally, we made it to Myrtle Beach but still had another 30 minutes to get our hotel. So we took the kids to to a great little park called Savannah’s Playground to burn off some energy. It had your typical playground equipment but other cool stuff. Most importantly it had a six foot fence around it. It’s probably one of the first parks I ever felt comfortable going to. It had some really cool slides and a zip line for the kids. The kids loved it. E was in his element. The park is known as a great sensory park for special needs kids but is open for all. And then...

We went to the hotel where E went nuts. The kids were already excited about being at the beach and that the hotel had its own water park. E was over-the-top. His enthusiasm could not be contained. He was opening and slamming draws and cabinet doors. Screaming with joy because the hotel room had it’s own spoons and toaster. So as we changed clothes for the water park, I began to realize that this could potentially go south fast but I wanted to be optimistic and have fun. My goal was to be calm mom and not get anxious. We were fine up until we walked on to the water park grounds. The minute he saw the giant slide his eyes opened wide as did mine but for very different reasons. He was thinking that thing is going to be amazing. My thoughts were more along the lines of this 20 foot slide is going to be the cause of my aneurysm. I chased up the later with him and tried to seem excited. When we reached the top I was still hopeful that the man would tell us your too short. Took the measurements and I wasn’t so lucky. E sits on the slide and pushes himself. Sitting up instead of laying flat on his back, he takes the first curve and nearly flips out of the tube. Then he is flipped backwards and I saw a glimmer of panic in his eye but he hits another turn, where he flips again and it turns him around, then splash. He loves it! Meanwhile I am a horrible anxious mess thinking that I could have lost him on that first curve. He didn’t care, he wanted to do it again.

So needless to say I am extremely stressed out at this point. I figure if we could just get him in the pool and keep him there, I might be able to salvage this trip. N keeps swimming over to me to check on me because he “Don’t like how your face looks right now Mama. I’m worried for you.” I try to reassure him, but I know he is right. Because what I was feeling was straight anxiety over lack of control. Truthfully, it was my lack of control over E. I could see the park was having its affects on him. When my husband held his hand to get his attention and remind him of the rules. His legs looked like they want to leave his body and walk away with out him. He was on sensory overload. I knew I needed to get him in a quiet place but he was also trying to have his best version of fun. It just involved him running in and out of pool or at some points, jumping into shallow pools including a jacuzzi. I was so done. I wanted to scream DONE and leave. Not an option, I still had the other two who were having fun. So I stuck with it with the hopes that eventually he would even out and he did.

We finally got to a place where we were all in the same place and wanted to stay there. From there I started to feel my chest relax and i was able to take control of my breathes again. Though the start was challenging, it ended on a high note. Not to say that anxiety isn't the captain of my ship, it is still in control. While he sleeps all I can think about is how to keep him from the balcony or oven, I might then be able to go to sleep.

Still a day and a half to go, so lets see what tomorrow brings. For now, we are all curled up, and i’m Doing my best to appreciate the good parts of the day.

We are blessed for sure.

With love and dedication anything is possible!

Endless battles

Today has been a rough day. The entire summer has been difficult. I’m tired and we are only a few weeks into the summer. I’m just trying to keep the kids busy. Show them a fun summer but E, well, he can be a lot. He requires me present every second of the day not because he actually wants me present but because I can’t trust to leave him for long. He’s high energy and impulsive which is a recipe for trouble.

It started this am with E wanting to watch TV. We didn’t want him to start morning off that way, especially not with the show he was looking to watch. Now the show itself isn’t bad, it’s just that it does something to him. He responds negatively to it. It hypes him up even more than normal and he starts jumping and climbing things. Sometimes I leave him watching tv for a minute or two when I have to go to the bathroom and I find him spinning out of control while laughing. It looks like a happy insane person. I immediately turn tv off and that turns into another outburst. That was this am.

Then we had to battle it out just to get E out the door to go to school for Extended School Year work. You’d think that asking him to put his shoes on is comparable to me putting him in a pit of snakes. He just didn’t want to do it and acted as such.

Finally, we made it to the school and E proceeded to run from teacher into the playground and do what he wanted not what was needed of him. Generally, I like to pick my battles with him and address but I tagged the teacher in. When he wasn’t listening to her, I had to do the count down from 5 and issue the threat of consequence. Today the consequence would be that he would not be able to do camping in the yard. He ran back into the classroom. He was now with his teacher and I would get sort of a breather for about an hour. At least it should feel this way, I spent the time running an errand with the other two kids and worrying about whether or not E was spinning out of control. The teacher later shares with me that he was “High energy” but managed to get all his work done today. A huge relief for me but I knew that this “High energy” was coming home with me and the day was only half-way done. As we try to walk him to the car, E decides he wants to have a picnic, tosses his snack over into the fenced playground area, climbs the fence to retrieve it, opens it and laughs. I mean, he found a way to get back into the playground and get what he wanted. Dumb he is not. Did I yell? Nope just told him he was loosing his camping adventure for that choice. He came running to car.

We get home and I have to prep the house for speech. Thankfully, the speech therapist canceled, vacation, so that was a huge break. For a moment I actually thought about how nice it would be to go on a vacation. Then my day dreaming about a vacation was taken over by anxious thoughts of my child misbehaving or making poor, impulsive decisions that would lead him to flying off a balcony or into the ocean. So there’s goes that....but I will leave my thoughts on my anxiety for another day because the days running around isn’t done yet.

Last part of this day is Occupational Therapy for E. I already was dealing with his “High energy” and also dealing with some really bad choice making. Punching his brother, biting his shirts and food refusal. Now we were off to OT and I was hoping all would go well. He seemed quiet in the car and went in without any issues. The room he was in was silent. Things seemed to be going well for him and the therapist. It’s 4 o’clock, it’s over. He did well. Then I walk in the room, therapist asks him to put the item away and show me what he completed today. E proceeds to scream and kick that he wasn’t finished. While holding him back, she tells me what she is trying to get him to do. He catches her off guard and 1,2, PUNCH! She quickly and quietly walked past me holding her mouth and the look in her eyes said “I’m done!” She didn’t return and though I was worried about her, I knew we needed to leave. I’ll wait and see what the OT says. Wouldn’t be the first OT to let him go. I needed to get him calm, so I did I spoke to him with a firm and direct voice. He said “I’m sorry, I will make it right Mama.” The calm lasted about 2 minutes. He was in the hall and mad again because he WANTED to play. I drag him out, sit him down, and wait for him to be calm again.  We walk to the car and he is enraged again. I wait...I buckle him up and go.

Now E’s trying to get out of his seat-belt and I am reminded that I need a better car seat for him, a better car to go with it. I feel that pain I get in my throat just before I am about to burst out into tears. I know I am not the only parent going through something similar. The only bonus is that he hasn’t bitten anyone today. He gets unbuckled and then I have to stop car and address it.

Make a quick stop at my parents to pick something up. Now E wants to get out. But I just want to run in. While I do that, he is punching his siblings. I don’t fight, I wait him out. He knows what he is doing is wrong. I know he does. The thing is, he’s improved. He was much worse a few months back. I’m just not sure what else I can possibly do to help him with these endless battles. My only hope is that he now shows remorse. That’s progress.

Then we get home. I’m watching him right now playing with his sister and brother. E is doing such a great job and so full of joy. He’s happy despite it all. Oblivious to all that he puts us through. I love him and I just want to help him reach his potential while meeting the expectations of the world. Problem is, I don’t think the world is ready for him because of their expectations.  I have faith and confidence in him that he will get there. It is just going to take him a little more time.

And that was just this Wednesday.

We are blessed for sure.

With love and dedication anything is possible!

Losing my help

It has always been so hard for me to let strangers into my home to provide therapies to my son. Obviously I had to be okay with it, he needed the help.  Bedtime became a juggling routine with the three kids all demanding my time. Shower time was easy, I took away baths and put in place a shower routine. Bath times are now special and mostly on weekends.  The running room from to room trying to read and tuck them into bed was still an issue. When I was at my highest point of stress, I surrendered to the idea that I needed an Aide to help us along, especially at bedtime.

Many came and went. One lady actually yelled at my son, in front of me, the first day she started. I was like “Hey NO! GOODBYE!” She was gone before she even really started. We just couldn’t find the right fit until a young girl by the name Holly came to us. She had the right energy and the best attitude to deal with him. She was a Godsend to us. She worked with us until very recently and became a part of the family. She lasted nearly a year before the commute and lack of pay became to much. She told me that she couldn’t continue and I understood though I was devastated. My son loves her, how could I not be. The argument she laid before me made sense. She already had a day job and the night job was just intended to be extra money that was now burning up her funds. It no longer made sense for her. So we said our good-byes for now and try to move on.

We brought in another aide and E really liked her. She was older and a mom with boys so she was able to keep up with the chaos my house can sometime run under. Only 4 days in and she tells me she will not be returning. I asked her did Ethan do something to upset you, was there something she felt she couldn’t deal with? The aide simply told me that this was a secondary job for her and that it was costing her more in gas then she was bringing in. So that was that, we once again were without an aide based on salary & expense. I’m really surprised how these agencies don’t reimburse at least some of the gas expense. If they had done that, it would have made all the difference for us.

We have been through a great deal of aides either because of personal chemistry between my son and them or salary/travel expenses. Now the summer is here and I have no one to assist Us. I’ve gone back to being unable to cook dinner and the crazy of bedtime routine is reaching melting point. I often feel guilty if I don’t get a chance to read to each of them. I have tried to read one book to all three at a time but since they are all at different reading levels, it presents its challenges. Also, its the time of day that I like to catch up on the kids day. Discuss privately any issues they may be having or just give that little extra time one on one. Often, I feel like a horrible mom when someone falls asleep before I am even able to give a kiss goodnight.  It’s clear to me I need a better system. It’s a challenge, I have always loved a good challenge so I have confidence I will figure it out...eventually. In the meantime, the hunt for the “Right” health aide to assist us is on.

Wish us luck.


We are blessed for sure.

With love and dedication anything is possible!

Seeing the changes

Some of my readers know, I have been struggling with my youngest son, E and his school. We felt as though he was not receiving the proper education he deserved or that he was being treated improperly. Not abuse, but lack of skill, knowledge and passion still made it traumatic. Socially and academically he was not thriving in his school. He hated going. Being constantly shoved in a "Quiet Room" did NOT exactly help build a strong bond with the teacher and the room assistants, as well as the school administration.

We were constantly getting calls from the school about his behaviors but we assumed he was getting some work done. To the point that when the phone rang, my husband and I would immediately stress out. The teacher never communicated enough with us about how we can advance him academically or even with the specifics to what they were dealing with unless it was related to negative behaviors. I was always the one asking for homework or for insight on his day. Communications were only about his behavior through app messaging (requested by me) or mandatory paperwork. The avoidance got to be so much in the classroom that my son wasn't learning at all. However, I didn't know this until the 3rd quarter progress report came in. We just assumed he was getting some of the work done. Six months had past and he was losing all that he had gained.

Very quickly, I made an appointment to speak with the school principal to discuss my concerns and she seemed shocked that I was complaining about the teacher and that my child with said teacher was not thriving. Believe it or not, she then told me, I wasn't the only parent with this concern and she isn't exactly aware of what is going on in that classroom. She said she was "in the dark." THE PRINCIPAL. She said she would get back to me. Could you imagine? It felt as though she was blowing me off. I left that meeting with such frustration and anger about the lack of passion she showed that I put a call into the school district.

Finally, the staff in special services at the district office came through for us, removed him from the school and transferred him to another. We were so happy about this. I believe my son suffered some level of trauma while in their care, which built distrust with those from that school. They weren't going to get anything accomplished with him. The move gave us hope that with a new slate, E could finally begin to learn and to love learning. Only a few weeks in and we can already see some positive changes. The teacher communicates regularly with us. Shares not just the failures of the day but also his successes. E shares with us small details of his day in a positive light.

The other night E was using a small learn and play computer, he said he was doing "Homework". He was getting the answers right and asking for help when he was not sure. I was so proud of him. Then to my surprise, he asked for a desk so that he could do more homework. I mentioned to him that in order to do that, I would have to get rid of his Rocket tent and asked if he was really okay with that. E loves this tent. There are nights he prefers to sleep in the tent versus his own comfy bed. So when he said "yes" I cried because that was his way of letting me know, he is enjoying learning.

Don't get me wrong,I know the E still has a long way to go. We are still dealing with behaviors but he is working through them. He is capable. For him to be in the care of others who believe in his potential, who have the training and passion to help him achieve all that he is capable of, well that is just like bringing sight to a blind man. We can't wait to see what is to come.

We are blessed for sure.

With love and dedication anything is possible!

SFM- Summer Fatigued Mom

You know that first time you take your kid to preschool or kindergarten and you are just balling because you are so sad over letting go. That your sweet baby is growing up so you just burst into tears?

Well, I am so over that! Now I a praying for school to start back up. At this point, I am tired of serving meals, of answering a million and one questions, of reading the same book over and over, the arguing and knock out battles in the house, the "Mama!?,  It's my toy!, No, It's my toy!" You get to the point.  They take you to that place mentally where you just want to scream at all of them.  Pull at your hair, cry and hide in the pantry while eating something you know full well you have no business eating. Which by the way I do all of that, somedays I do one or two and other days, the challenging  days, I am yelling at the kids from the pantry, stuffing cookies in my face and and chanting "I love my children." 

Come on parents, you know what I am talking about? You love your kids and you actually love spending time with them but your learning the benefits of having them in intervals. School gives us that break. Especially for us stay-at-home parents. You spend the entire summer planning every moment of their day out. You make sure everyone gets to camp and the right camp on the right day for the right kid. Add any therapies to that and you officially are a taxi driver for the summer. If only my kids tipped.  And to top it off, while on a trip attempting to build memories, my eldest son guilted me into buying him a Hermit crab which is God awful looking and I am secretly praying it doesn't live the 20 years predicted. So I just added one more thing into my life for me to keep alive. (This one is on me!) It's exhausting!

With all that running around comes a crazy amount of stress and exhaustion. Add a few kids that never stop talking and or fighting and your just about done. Ready to send them back with their little book bags on and see them off for 8 beautiful hours.  Even as I right this, my daughter lays beside me crying and screaming that she wants to go see her grandmother, that it's not fair she doesn't get to go, despite her just being there all day yesterday.  Now I am not sure if this is an actual diagnosis,  I am not a doctor by any means but I call what I am experiencing SFM (Summer Fatigued Mom). I'm done!

Though I would like nothing more then to check out at least emotionally, I can not. So like all good parents, I grab a cup of Joe, maybe eat a few cookies that I shouldn't and keep on pushing on until school starts up again. I continue to say things throughout the day like "Oh that's great! Wow! Ah huh. STOP! What are you doing?!  Why did you just do that? What did you think was going to happen when you put the entire roll of paper in the toilet? No Unicorns aren't real. Yes, Santa is as real as you want him to be. Screaming doesn't change the fact that I'm still trying to ignore you. You see why they tell you NOT to put slime in your hair? " It can go on forever and it does. 

Hope you all are enjoying your summer and taking the time to fit in some special memories in the midst of all the madness.

We are blessed for sure.

With love and dedication, anything is possible!

PS- if you child asks you for a Hermit crab, say NO!