To get a diagnosis or not?

I know that this can be a sensitive subject but I wanted to open up a discussion around diagnosis. Last year, I wrote about our journey to get a diagnosis of autism for our daughter. Having spent a lot of time researching and learning about autism, I’ve become more alert to it in others. Both in children and adults. What I’ve noticed is that there can be a lot of fear around getting a diagnosis. It centres around a fear of being labelled or having a child labelled for life.

With our daughter, we chose not to talk to her about her full diagnosis until recently, not because we wanted to hide it but because she has other learning difficulties and so she had enough to cope with. But now that she does know, it doesn’t define her. She knows she’s loved and accepted in our family and with her friends. The diagnosis has helped her to understand why she finds certain things difficult, and why when I say she probably needs to get some space, it’s not me wanting to exclude her but trying to help her regulate her emotions. The diagnosis isn’t a negative thing but a positive one that helps her navigate a world that she doesn’t always understand and doesn’t always understand her.

Often for adults I know who receive a diagnosis or even choose to recognise autism in themselves, they find they have a ‘lightbulb moment’. They suddenly understand why they struggled at school or why they do things the way they do. It doesn’t necessarily change their lives, but it gives them a new level of self-awareness. It can also give language to their challenges and solutions to help overcome them.

Another thing I hear is, ‘We’re all somewhere on the spectrum, so what’s the point?’. I understand what they mean, but no, we’re not all somewhere on the spectrum and it’s kind of insulting to reduce the struggles of someone with autism to the same as everyone else has. What people mean when they say everyone is somewhere on the spectrum is that some people have sensory challenges or don’t like change. Neither of those things alone adds up to autism.

So what’s the answer? It starts with a consideration of the language we use around autism. One of the helpful and small changes is to stop thinking of autism as an entirely negative thing. Autism can be called ‘Neuro-diversity’, a different way of thinking. So either you are neuro-diverse or neuro-typical. Neither is better than the other, just different. Some of the most successful people in the world are neuro-diverse. I think the world needs neuro-diverse people to see things differently and innovate for the good of everyone.

What if you don’t want to get a diagnosis or it’s not actually possible to get one? Often it’s really hard to get a diagnosis, whether you want one or not. In that case, it’s worth understanding what autism is, there are different types of neurodiversity such as ADHD and Aspergers (not typically used as a diagnosis due negative connotations). There are lots of symptoms that make up neurodiversity but the main thing to know is that someone who these can live a full and happy life. It doesn’t mean they are less or unable to experience the full range of emotions, it doesn’t mean they don’t have empathy (as I’ve heard people sometimes say). Understanding Autism, whether you get a diagnosis or not, will help with yourself and your own children, it will also give you an empathy for others.

We’re now at a point where we believe one of our other children may be on the spectrum and so are living in this tension. Currently, we’re going to look at ways to support them as they face challenges at school and home, without a diagnosis. We want to be positive in our approach, not denying the challenge but facing it and looking for solutions.

My hope in writing this is that we all become more able to talk about autism (neuro-diversity), that we take the mystery out of it and restore hope to those who are autistic or have autistic children. Let’s embrace our diversity and celebrate it where we can.

Saying Goodbye to 2022

At the beginning of every year, we are filled with optimism about what lies ahead. We make plans and set goals. Often to be forgotten only a few months (maybe even weeks) later. Around Christmas and New Year, we have a few family traditions. My favourites are the little routines we have at New Year.

On New Year’s Eve, we sit down as a family and make a poster of thankfulness. We draw around each family member’s hand (the poster has gotten bigger each year!) and then fill the hand with all the things that person is thankful for. This gives us a chance to look back at what has happened over the year. We laugh at the silly memories, we talk about the best parts of our holidays, the biggest surprises we had and touch on things that made us sad. But mostly we’re grateful for all that’s happened.

Then on New Year’s Day, we sit back down at the table and take out our time capsule envelope! In it, each year we write a note to ourselves a year ahead and open it on New Year’s day of the following year. This is always very amusing, looking at the things we hoped we would achieve or resolutions we made. It’s always interesting to sit and write a letter for the next year. Thinking this time I’ll be realistic, but as we start to dream about what we’d like to achieve in that year the dreams get bigger! I encourage that! Aim high, who knows what might happen and even if it doesn’t work out, what have you lost? We’ll all enjoy reading it next year.

Both these traditions can draw groans (particularly from the teenagers), but every year we can see how far we’ve come and look forward to what’s ahead. I’ve kept every one of those posters and letters. When the kids were small, they would draw pictures instead of write letters, they’re dreams were smaller but no less important. Time has flown and so these traditions mark time and keep us aware of how fleeting our years with children are.

As 2022 draws to a close, I can honestly say it’s been a real rollercoaster of a year with spectacular highs and dramatic lows. A year when my oldest son turned sixteen, the age Sean and I were when we met! We’ve been able to have dozens of different friends in our home for dinner or just to spend time with and we’ve been learning again what it means to rest.

Saying goodbye to 2022 is a relief in a lot of ways, but as often is the case, we start a new year at the top of a rollercoaster, waiting to see what lies ahead as we launch ourselves into 2023!

What is an Autism Meltdown?

An autism meltdown is something I read about very early in our journey to a diagnosis and what I read made me cry in relief! Since then as a family we’ve learnt to navigate this challenge without judgement and oftentimes ignoring what parents of Neurotypical kids might think is the best way to handle it.

For us, meltdowns usually don’t happen in a public place, occasionally they do, but most often it’s in a safe place like our home. Now this can pose a problem, especially for those with girls, as it means no one else sees the struggle. Our journey to diagnosis kicked up a notch when a meltdown happened outside the school in view of the SENco (Special Educational Needs Co-ordinator).

A meltdown isn’t a temper tantrum, though it looks like it, it’s a complete overload, think nuclear meltdown! So this will often happen after a stimulating day at school or when you’ve been somewhere where there has been a need for heightened sensory processing. (See my blog post for details of sensory processing).

This means reasoning, cajoling, or scolding isn’t going to make it better. Think of a meltdown similar to an epileptic fit and you’re closer to understanding what’s going on. The child has lost control, so you need to hold your control and be the parent. This will look different for every child.

For us it has meant we go into first aid mode. We need to get our daughter somewhere safe (when she was younger this meant physically removing her to a place she could be alone), and then give her time to wind down. For every child this will be different, maybe they need to shout in their room, or snuggle themselves under a weighted blanket, or have a punch bag to let it out on.

The important thing is not to try and work this out during the meltdown. Talk about it the next day or when things are next calm. Don’t be judgemental, ask questions, be loving and kind. It must be scary for them to have lost control. They need to know they’re still loved even though they’ve screamed at you and said hurtful things.

It’s not personal when your child says they hate you. They’re hating everything! Get yourself out of the way if you’re not helping. When things are calm, if it helps give a hug, or if that’s not helpful, remind them that you love them and want to help if you can.

I know I’m making it sound like it’s easy and everything will be ok if you follow these steps, but believe me, parenting is never a case of following the steps to get a desired outcome. But we’ve found that keeping channels of communication open, learning not to yell back and remembering the toddler rule of ‘Don’t negotiate with terrorists!’ has been really helpful! They don’t mean to hurt you, they’re overloaded.

Our role is to help take the load off. Help them to find what’s helpful and what things are triggers, then giving them the space they need to wind down. Find someone to speak to, don’t do this alone. Having another parent to cry with when times are tough is a real life line. There are support groups available locally or use social media to find a buddy to journey this with.

You are doing a great job, don’t give up. Keep on loving and giving space and like us you’ll start to see self-regulation.

Routine is King!

As we’ve had to throw out our usual routine due to self isolation, we have become again aware of how necessary routine is in our lives! Not just because we have a child with ASD but for everyone’s sanity!

I’ve mentioned before how, when I write, I’m a planner but it actually carries across most of life. I like some spontaneity, not too much though! One of the hardest birthdays was before I was married, Sean and my housemate organised a surprise party for me. I couldn’t enjoy the party because all my plans had been thrown out!

Sometimes I wonder how helpful being a planner is, but parenting a child with ASD has made it a gift. We reduce anxiety by creating a plan and where there is a change we ensure as much notice as possible, or we will warn if there is a possible change. It’s impossible to remove all anxiety from life and if we did we wouldn’t prepare our kids for the real world, but having some structure teaches them some disciplines for the future.

Things we do include writing out a meal plan. This helps as food is big in our home! It also helps with making a shopping list. I get the kids to give some input and if I’m making a meal I know they don’t like I’ll plan a pudding they love!

We like having guests to dinner so we plan certain evenings when they will come. I can then set expectations, letting them know if there will be kids they can play with or whether they will need to let the adults talk while they entertain themselves. (So you can imagine isolation has been tough! Every day the same question “Who’s coming for dinner?” Everyday the same answer “No one!”)

As we’re heading into school holidays I will make play dates and try to mix up who we see so that each of the kids has someone their age. We plan walks, garden days, beach days, baking days and maybe a TV day!

We have a ten day camping trip planned and the kids know each day there is the same! We may have a water fight one day, I take my oldest daughter to look around the charity shops and another day a BBQ. But everyday, there’s the park, the woods and a walk. (Every year we come home with stories and I’m sure at some point there will be a post with the funniest!)

So routine may be hard work to put together at times but I know that for our family it brings such a helpful structure and a sense of stability. Whether or not you have a child with additional needs, the boundaries and routines we set for them give them security. Don’t be a slave to your routine but at the same time if you don’t plan in fun it won’t happen! That includes cooking something interesting for dinner!

Balancing parenting and working

The last few weeks have been focussed on my new project and so I wanted to talk about the challenges of being a working mum! Not always a popular topic but one I thought it was worth a post on!

Before I had kids I wouldn’t say I had a career, I wasn’t motivated enough! But I did have a job I enjoyed and held a lot of responsibility. Then when my oldest two were small and I needed to make some money I qualified as a Childminder and for two years I did that. That was a great idea as it meant it fitted in with the kids and I could still be at home with them. But that was hard work!

Now that my kids are all in full time school I’ve been fortunate enough to get a contract where I work mostly school hours in term time only and only one day a week during the holiday. In a lot of ways the perfect job! But it’s interesting that having been a stay at home mum for years and then going back into the workplace the jobs at home don’t suddenly disappear! So I’ve been learning to juggle!

I’m sure fellow mum’s in the same situation have gotten a lot better at it than me! I can juggle the kids and the cooking but the cleaning generally falls by the wayside!

Becoming a mum means a life of learning to sacrifice, putting the needs of others before your own. Initially you find yourself fighting it! But I’ve learnt through experience it’s best to go with it and reap the rewards over the years, of having kids you (mostly) enjoy spending time with. Realising life will never be the idyll that movies tell you it will be.

I don’t want to have regrets when my kids are grown up. That’s why I will often choose them over other opportunities whether work or social. I’ve already had a glimpse of just how fast our time with them goes, as my oldest is now 14 and only has two more years of school before he starts thinking about college, and to be honest, even now he’s not keen to spend loads of time with me!

So as tough as parenting and work can be to juggle, my advice would be keep an eye on the time! It will fly! Enjoy your kids while they’re with you to enjoy them. Work is always going to be there, they aren’t!

Critique

At the moment I have a couple of areas where I’m receiving regular critique. (Not including parenting where my kids give me daily feedback!) Receiving critique can be painful! However much we pretend we like it, and know it’s helpful, it’s still an ouch moment!

When it comes to writing, giving your work to someone to read is a moment filled with trepidation! You spent a long time putting together a story and you have no idea how it’s going to be received, but in the mind of the writer ‘it’s the perfect novel’! Until you get feedback!

The way I’ve learnt to handle feedback is to start by allowing myself to get emotional about it! I’m a crier! I may shed a few tears, mourn what I thought it was! Then after a couple of days, (it used to be a couple of weeks!), I reread it and react.

My writing partner Sophie reminds me feedback can be put into three categories, accept, adapt or ignore. The initial temptation can be to ignore it all! Maybe they just didn’t get it! Or accept it all, decide you’re no good and give up! But usually there’s a little bit of each.

Accepting means making the change they suggest. Adapt can mean understanding their meaning but not taking their solution. A lot of feedback falls into this category. Sometimes it’s a case of the reader or hearer not understanding where you’re trying to get to and so their solution doesn’t fit, or what they’ve pointed out is a minor issue but actually points to something bigger that needs fixing. Painful!

Finally, ignore, I’m very careful with this one and only ignore if I know it’s not correct. For example it could be that someone has struggled with something that others haven’t or it could be that a more experienced eye or ear is able to help you dismiss it. But be careful with this one!

Overall I would say that it’s so important to receive critique, it keeps you humble! Be careful who you ask, you don’t want only people who are going to tell you how amazing you are but equally you don’t want anyone who is going to shatter your confidence entirely!

Critique will challenge you but ultimately, if you let it, make you better at whatever it is you’re doing. Embrace the pain, allow yourself to be upset but wait to respond!

Dedication to a patient Husband

I hope you all have had a great Easter holidays. It’s been so good to have the kids gone with no expectations of educating them!

This week was Sean’s birthday. We’ve been together since we were sixteen and he’s been my best friend all that time. When we met he was shy and quiet. He had to be told by his older sister that I was interested in him! He finally asked me out before we went to youth group one Friday evening. I was so excited I don’t know how I made it through the evening! Eventually we had a moment alone and I gave him a list of conditions to going out with me! See I told you he’s patient! Amazingly he still wanted to go out with me!

The last 22 years have been the best! We’ve grown up together. He went from the shy boy who I just about persuaded to play drums at church to a confident leader who is competent in so many things. He’s not perfect but then neither am I! We’ve led worship together, run life group together, camped together and so much more! I could fill many posts with our adventures!

He’s had to cope with my fads and phases, my disillusionment and overexcitement. He’s had to cope with my idea of a joke which used to be running into the house first and turning all the lights off and hiding so I could make him jump. (He has a really girlie scream! Too funny!)

As I contemplate what the Queen must be feeling with the loss of her husband, I think she must be grateful for a husband she could rely on, who made her smile and stood by her. I know I am. I can’t imagine life without my best friend and hope that I never do. So my prayers are with the Queen as she adjusts to life without her closest ally.

I know this is a sentimental post and that you may not have even got this far with but sometimes it’s good to write something just to say ‘Thank you’. I’m so thankful that my best friend asked me to marry him. I know how blessed I have been. Happy Birthday Sean! You’re my hero!

Moves and Miracles Part Two

So where did we get to last week? I’d just told you about our last eviction in February 2020. We were given two months notice. So we had to be out at the end of March 2020. We were very blessed to have some friends kindly offer to help us by lending us enough money to be able to buy a home of our own.

But then lockdown happened. There were no house viewings, there was no way we could buy anywhere or even find somewhere else to rent. We were very lucky that another friend of ours had a flat we could move into. So in the middle of lockdown we packed and moved most of our stuff into storage and moved into a two bed flat.

Four kids, two adults and four rooms. We have some great stories from that time but the favourite was the day I took the kids to the beach for the morning. When I got back Sean had locked himself out of the flat and so was sitting in the hallway outside the flat on a zoom meeting!

We let ourselves in and I went into the bedroom and started to change out of my swimming costume in the bedroom. Which you should know was also the office. Sean thought this was the moment to come in for his zoom meeting! So he walks in with all the senior leadership team on the zoom call as I’m undressed! I obviously screamed and threw myself into the fitted wardrobe! Luckily no one saw anything but they definitely heard me scream!

Through this time we were organising the buying of our new home. Apparently, it’s not normal for friends to lend other friends money. Every mortgage company refused to consider it. But our financial advisor was incredible and helped the whole process to go through. He made sure we could do it without lying! It meant we prayed a lot, along with an army of our friends! Even so wasn’t until a week before our proposed moving date, while we at Adventure Wonderland, we were given the yes to go ahead! We ended up exchanging, completing and moving in on the same day!

It was a real rollercoaster! On the 31st July 2020 we moved into our first home that we own. Everyone involved agrees this was a miraculous provision, that if you take God out of the equation, it could never have happened.

So if you have housing needs I’d love to pray for you! I have faith for some crazy miracles to happen. Think walls of Jericho and Goliath’s being defeated!

Moves and Miracles Part One

In the last six years as a family we have moved six times! It all started in 2014 after we had our last baby. We were living in a 3 bed terraced house in Springbourne. We’d lived there for seven years and been really happy. But I had a habit of shopping on ‘Rightmove’ and I regularly would point them out to Sean! Then when I was looking after Baby four, I saw a vicarage near us for rent it was at £1200 per month and only had a six month lease on it. But I just had a good feeling about it! So I organised to go and view it on a day when I knew Sean would be busy and thought it would be a good morning out with the kids.

As it turned out Sean was free and rolled his eyes when I told him what I’d organised. When we got to the house the eye rolling didn’t stop. Even though the house was perfect for us, in fact better than we needed, it was only available for six months and was £400 more a month than we were currently paying. We walked away with the words of the estate agent ringing in our ears, ‘this place will rent at £1200 within the week’.

So that was that.

Or was it?

Later that week I would speak to a friend who would challenge me to push the door for the house a bit harder and pray about it. I did and felt I should write to the landlord, which I started to do. Sean saw me doing it and took over! We prayed about it and pressed send!

A few weeks later we had a call from the landlord who was very interested in having us and even agreed to our limit of rent! We couldn’t believe it! We moved into what was a home we couldn’t even imagine living in!

After two years we got evicted. There were tears from us all. But after gathering the family to pray another beautiful home became available,  after six months we were evicted again. Again we prayed and we were offered a new home by the same landlord. So when we were evicted again after two years we gathered the kids to pray again. This time we had to find a new landlord and home. This time there was no negotiating rent but we moved in May 2019 with a promise from the landlord that it would be at least five years before we would need to leave. So when we got an eviction notice in February 2020 we were a little shocked to say the least.

Next week I’ll finish this story and tell you the incredible ending and the home we now live in.