Untitled

I have so many thoughts that have been rolling around my head. It has been three weeks tonight since we took Grace to Foundations Behavioral Health Center in Doylestown. 3 weeks.
I feel like I am missing a limb. She and I had been together 24/7 since we had to take her out of school in January for safety purposes. Now she isn’t allowed even her favorite stuffed bird to give her comfort. She can’t have her favorite puppy shirt or any thing other than a touch and feel book with parakeets that she loves. 
We go to visit her every other day. It’s been hard getting a lot of information regarding her stay. We don’t know how long she will be there. We hope to find out something tomorrow but it will be August and we still don’t know how or if progress is being made.
I did not want her to go there. But we seemed to have no other path to follow- we had tried EVERYTHING. 
The hardest thing is not knowing how she is feeling. What is she thinking? Does she think we left her there? It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
It’s a very lonely road. It’s lonely without her but it’s also lonely because people don’t really understand. I don’t think it’s something people can imagine therefore it’s hard to comprehend the depth of these feelings.  
If someone had told me 10 years ago I would be in this situation I would never have believed them.
I have been exploring faith and seem to be falling short on my end. I am having a great deal of difficulty letting go of the         Guilt. One a catholic, always drowning in guilt. 
Nothing works. My only comfort comes in drowning myself in books. Books i couldn’t read because i was too tired from sparring with Grace all day. Movies don’t even enlighten me. I keep wondering where she is. Why isn’t she here with me?
I’ve never met another parent in this situation. Maybe that would help. To know that we are not alone.
This is just part of my feelings. Many times I have written angry posts but have been to afraid to post them. Many times I’m overwhelmed by sadness. Right now I’m mostly empty.
I miss her so, so much. 



Back to the Blog. 

I hadn't realized how long it's been since I posted on this blog. It's amazing how life can just slip by you. I've decided it's important to start up again for my health. Even if no one reads it, it is a way for me to release my feelings. 

For many months now we have been taking Grace to a multitude of doctors. She has been exhibiting self-injurious behaviors. In other words, she has bouts of uncontrollable rage where she tries to hit her head with her hands or any available surface. I have compared it to the Hulk. She changes from her happy self to this angry screaming crying flailing monster that cannot be controlled. Then, when it is over, she becomes her regular happy self again, as if nothing happened.

At first, we thought they were seizure related. We put her through an invasive procedure called VNS which I am not even going to explain other than it was supposed to be an alternative to the seizure drugs which have never worked for her. Well, the VNS doesn't really do the job either.

After that it was this doctor and then that doctor and I can't even remember all of them, with no results and no relief. In August, we went to the hospital twice,once by ambulance. Twice she got a clean medical bill of health. Twice I sat alone with her in the sparse psych room at Muhlenberg hospital only to decide to bring her home, afraid of the uncertainty of where she might end up.

Things calmed down a bit in Early September but behaviors began at school. At first just mini meltdowns, gradually building up. The VNS was done in early October and we prayed that it would help. It didn't. More and more often, I would get a call to come pick her up at school. Sometimes, I would come in and 4 people would be trying to prevent her from hitting herself. Several times she tried to hit her head on the walls if her hands couldn't get to her head. We struggled through November and December till Christmas break. It was the worst Christmas ever. Then we tried school at the beginning of the new year only to end up pulling her out before the school made us pull her out. We applied for Home Bound services for two months where she receives instruction at home, which is where we are now. I think we are in the fourth week. I am not sure. 

In the beginning of January, I was able to get an appointment with a specialist in New Jersey. He specializes in a condition known as PANDAS/PANS. PANS is "a treatable autoimmune condition that can be triggered by any number of infections. These infections trigger a reaction where antibodies attack a portion of the brain, causing inflammation. This inflammation causes an abrupt onset of neuropsychiatric  symptoms such as OCD, tics, anxiety, personality changes", agression and self injurious behavior. The PANDAS doctor was the only one who didn't think we were crazy when we told him about Grace's attacks. They even have a name for it- the Exorcist syndrome. You don't realize how important it is to have someone listen to you and validate your concerns.

 Grace was diagnosed as having had a past sinus infection that didn't go away and thus started the inflammation in the brain. We believe this inflammation causes her to try to hurt herself. So now Grace is on a course of antibiotics for a month.. or more. The PANDAS doctor said it may take a while, "months" to see an improvement. So in the meantime, we still have these episodes. I'm not sure how she can go to school until we can get the episodes under control. So now we are looking at other programs that might be able to work with these behaviours. 

This is a path I never imagined we would be walking. It's so hard to explain to people because most of the time she is just herself. When these episodes come up, she is not Gracie.It has been hard on us as a family. It's not something I want Joy to have to experience but it is not something we can keep from her either. Also it can isolate you from the outside world if you let it. People who haven't seen the behaviors really don't understand but on the other hand some who have seen them don't know how to react. They become distant. It's become a lonely road and not just because Grace and I are home alone. It is hard to talk to friends. Sometimes I just hit such a low point, I just need someone to listen to me. I don't expect anyone to be able to help me or to change my situation. I just want someone to offer a shoulder to lean on and words of support.

I started writing again to share my thoughts, frustrations, despair and hope. I also started writing because no one knows about PANDAS and a lot of them who do dismiss it as something that doesn't really exist. (Just like women's pelvic pain- been through that fight before too)

So if anyone reads this, great. If no one reads it, that's ok too. It is giving me a chance to share my thoughts and emotions. It's hard enough being an autism mom, but having to deal with all the other factors, it just doesn't seem fair to Grace. I know there are a lot of parents out there who deal with much more difficult issues, but when you are in the middle of this great unknown that has changed your life, it's hard not to feel like you are drowning. 

Angels


It was a rough weekend for us. Gracie had a tough week at school;- She was sick two days and probably should have stayed home on Friday. She had a rough time at school and did some things she's never done.
I was very upset. We were supposed to go away for the weekend but ended up driving back home. Everyone was on edge. We kind of just shuffled around each other trying to avoid contact.
Sunday Joy went to a friend's house so Chris was going to take Grace to church. I wasn't going to go. Something made me go change my shoes and put on my not so slouchy jeans and go along.
I sat with Grace. She sat on my lap. Thankfully, two twins were being baptized so that kept my attention. I spent 12 years in Catholic School so I still feel a little like an alien at our Lutheran Church. 
Everyone is nice. Chris was council president for what seemed like a LONG time. But I never felt connected. So at the end of service they HAD to sing the Josh Groban 9-11 song, You Raise Me UP.
That song ALWAYS makes me cry. ALWAYS. So there was no hope for it. I was crying behind Grace's head , hoping no one would see. But I actually was hoping someone would see, I think.
And someone did see. God sent me an angel.
Her name was Jennifer and I had seen her at church and school but didn't know her. She came up to me, touched me on the shoulder and said, "I just want you to know, you are a good mom." She said she had watched me with Grace and saw great changes in her and she just wanted to let me know."
It was just what I needed. Needless to say, I cried more. But she said I could contact her anytime.
Just like that.
I've learned that God is there for us the hard way. I learned through the bad times. But I learned. And now I see that he was there for me on Sunday, when I really needed it.
But it didn't stop there.
We stopped at Hellertown's crappy Dunkin Donuts because Chris can't stop himself from going there for coffee and ordered breakfast. The girl gave us our order and Chris waited for her. He said " arent' you going to ask for my money?" She said no, our order was paid for by the car IN FRONT of us.
So, suprised by this , he told the girl to pay for the order in back of us and gave her a tip. So, wether it was the same angel or a different one, I, we , had angels looking out for us. And I can't say how much it was appreciated.

Movie Day

Yesterday we ventured out in the 112 degree heat to see "Pete's Dragon"- 
Gracie watched the whole trailer for the upcoming movie "Sing"! So I guess we will have to see that.
But when the movie started she snuggled in next to me and didn't put stickers on my face! The beginning of the movie was set in the woods so a bear caught her eye. Then they showed an owl and she made sure everyone in the theater knew she saw it! Then they showed a boy in the hospital getting his reflexes checked and she said Knee!  So I knew she was still watching. When they shifted to a chase scene they lost her. But she stayed with it for maybe 30 minutes which is a first! 
It's so rare for something on screen to catch her eye. It was so good to sit there and watch WITH her! 

A Little Help from my Friends.


Gracie has so many people that help her. 
At school this week they had field day activities. The kids went from station to station doing different activities. Gracie tried each activity and did her best and she had help from her personal care side,  Miss Valencia. 
She also had help from her classmates.
Her friend Maggie is always there to guide her like Peighton was last year.

We took a class at Parkettes and her Tss,  Miss Beth and the teachers there helped her to learn new things.
Even her sister helps her at Miracle League.
We have met so many people who are willing to take the extra time she needs to  do the things that all the other kids and we appreciate them.

A Different Day.



I feel I have to write a new post after the last one. I probably shouldn't have posted it but I was feeling low. 
After spending all last night writing down Gracie's behaviors from the last month and a half- I presented my list to Gracie's Developemental Pediatrician, Dr Soares. We have to drive 2+ hours one way to see him but it's worth the drive. 
He let me go on and then asked me what  was most important and I said the stomach issue. He said "Oh I know what that is. She's a classic case. She's impacted." (This after the nurse at her gastro doctors said that she WASN'T impacted!) His advice- give her more miralax- that's all. 
What is next in importance- Her OCD symptoms- having to have control of something in order to do something else( having to close the doors in the bathroom before brushing her teeth- or having to tell me what to wear before she gets dressed.) Easy. 
Calmly say no and redirect her attention to another task and then give her praise for doing the task. 
Then about the stims- hand or eye movements that seem uncontrolled- let them go. They will go away when her stomach feels better or when her tension at school eases. (Working with a new assistive device) 
I was also told to ignore her when she hits herself on the head and it will stop. So I have to work on my stoneface. 
He said she won't hurt herself by doing that. Then he went on to mention examples of other children actually physically hurting themselves and I felt bad that I felt relieved that she didn't do those things. 
So all my worries were not to worry. I used to tell one of the girls who worked at the ice cream store with us that she worried too much and she really had no need to. ( that's you Bethany Bittner) I guess I should take my own advice. Thanks for the hugs. 

24 hours later.


I wrote this last night.

I guess I am feeling low today.
I went to pick up Grace from school and had a typical day go to a bizarre day in the blink of an eye.
My friend Kate knows how every day when we pick up the kids we hold our breath. Did everything go well? Will they be there on time? and so on.
Well, today i waited
and waited. Starting to worry.
A woman I don't know comes out calling for LIsa Kulp.
.............
What happened now. Grace was with her favorite teacher and crying. Not good.
Heading toward the bathroom. Really not good.
Mrs. Rolek tells me she's been here a while. Oh so ok. We've had this trouble before.
I let her go a while then try to get her out, figuring she was done/ No. Not yet. 
Ok.
Wait. Try again. Grace school is over, its time to go home. Ok... NO
Now it's 3:30. She is still feeling she has to go.
But it's over now. NO
3:40 What do I do? Don't you want to go home? NO
3:45 I text Mrs Rolek and ask what time she went in, didn't she say 2:30?!!!!!
She's been in the bathroom for an hour???? She doesn't stay this long at home!
I used the visual timer. NO
Finally, I KNOW she is done and I just sweep her up and move her out.
Finally, in the car.
Finally, going home.
I took her home and let her soak in the tub. I think she really wasn't feeling well. She was in the tub for a long time.
______
Why is it that I can't even figure out what my child needs or how she feels.
Parents of Autism go thorough things that parents of typical children never would. 
When was the last time you found yourself in a public bathroom with your child  for 1/2 hour?
And they are all different so we all have our own special experiences.
Maybe that's why I write about what happens to us.
Whenever I feel that I don't know what to do, I feel like I've failed her. I'm the mom. I'm supposed to know what to do.
But I don't. 
and it bugs me.
Why do things have to be so hard for her?'
Called the doctor and the doctor said increase dosage of exlax and myralax- call next week. 
Ok. Thank you.
But they don't tell me how to help her.

24 hours later. waiting.




Autism Walk 2016

It's time again for the Autism Walk. We walk every year now.
Its's one day when we don't have to worry about behaviors or looking or acting
differently than other families.
It's a day when other families like ours get together to celebrate the reason we ARE different.
They come in all shapes, ages and sizes and are ALL completely different- no two alike.
And it's all good.

They are special and it is something to celebrate.
Chris had said last week, we have been able to be involved with people and organizations we never would have met had Gracie not come into our lives. So , if you can please come WALK with us on April 16th at the Steel Stacks or consider a donation
to Autism Speaks.
Families like ours appreciate it!

My only wish is that we could get into her brain and find her voice so she could share her specialness
and share it with all of us.

Autism. Yay. Again.

Today we reached a new level of "Autism. Yay". I would post a picture but I feel it may be offensive to some- so I will post this shocked-anime-face instead.

Grace had really bad belly pain this morning from constipation. Really bad-- crying- hitting herself bad . So I kept her home. Some gas drops provided some relief but this went on all day in spurts. 
Later in the afternoon she went upstairs and declothed herself so I told her to put on a shirt and underwear. She put on a shirt and a diaper. We only use diapers at night but she tries to get away with it sometimes when she's not feeling good. 
Anyway, I made her put on underwear.
Then after Joy came home, I found....pee in the dog's water bowl...


I guess I made her mad and she told me so...

This was me after...


Actually it was more like this...
To add insult to injury- we had to administer a suppository in order to give her some relief. Needless to say - by bedtime she didn't want to see Chris ( who gave it to her) or me! Poor Gracie. 

Don't know what else to say. Those faces  just say it. 
Autism. Yay.

Autism Mom to the rescue!

I
I was going to clean out the medicine cabinet and TRY to straighten up the laundry room but An Adventure in Autism came up. 
We had to replace Gracie's mini ipad that she uses at home for speech this week. Why? Because the home button had become "gooed" up ( A term we use for covered in Gracie gak) She touched her fingers to her mouth ALOT and THEN touches the ipad buttons so you can understand how it died. Add to the fact that she's chucked it over the railing more times than I can count(she pitches it if the battery runs out)!and it had an understandably early demise. 
So we got a new ipad (because iPads can't be fixed- they are all one piece--just saved you a trip to the Apple Store) but they give you a special replacement price. 
Anyway, we thought we had the thing squared away, even with her assistive program, when she took it up to bed. 
Two nights she cried and banged and hollered and I couldn't figure out why. Cold? Headache? Stomach?
Then it dawned on me this morning - her special listening music- classical music and bird sounds hadn't downloaded onto the new ipad. Why? I had burned it on FROM a cd so it didn't register as "purchased music"!! ( Thank you Apple) 
So now I can't even find it in my phone or computer because they both recently had updates. You have to be a rocket scientist who reads minds to navigate Apple sometimes. 
So Chris brainstorms- try the old Mac that we gave Joy that she didn't use- sure enough --It was there
But how do I get it from there to the new ipad? It wasn't recognizing the new ipad so I couldn't get it to transfer. 
So after 
1) an hour trying to figure it out 
2) a call to Apple care
3) a tech telling me to update the old computer( I thought I'd lose the songs). 
4) going through Chris' office closet to find blank CDs older than Joy
I organized the songs into playlists and try to burn them onto the blank CDs.
I get one that worked so I hold my breath 
and go to the current computer
- It works! Then I go to check it and miraculously all three that I did are there!!!! I was so relieved that I just let the music play on the ipad. 
So it took me from 10:30 at the Apple Store to 2:30 to figure it out.
Autistic kids are all about ritual. You try to break as many as you can but some are too important to break. Grace has been sleeping with music with bird sounds since her cleft lip repair when she latched onto one of those crib lullaby things- she went through three of them and after they went she began to play the classical bird music on her ipad as she fell asleep. 
It took her a minute or so to realize that her music was actually playing on her new-looking ipad. Then she gave me a smile. ❤️ she was probably thinking "Well, it took you long enough"