How do we choose the places we go? The stores where we shop, the places we go on vacation, the communities where we wind up making a home? Usually it is some combination of what we've experienced stirred together with what we've heard from others, garnished with a healthy serving of happenstance. Now, if you are a young man with autism, how do you choose a new restaurant to try?
If you are my son, Eric, it's quite simple, really. First, you have an attraction to trains that has flourished since your earliest days absorbing Thomas the Tank Engine. Then, you notice the train tracks running near your pediatrician's office that head toward the place Dad works. You are greatly focused on these tracks, and every so often you are rewarded by seeing an actual train. With your love of Google Maps, you carefully catalogue in your mind the path of those same train tracks and all the nearby roads. You notice Sawyer Brown Road in Bellevue, and with further investigation, you find Plantation Pub, 8321 Sawyer Brown Road, Nashville.
Upon the discovery of Plantation Pub, Eric immediately asked when we could go (and by "when", he meant precisely what date). Turned out that Mom was going to the opera on the evening of September 24, so this seemed propitious. The promise was made, and Eric was utterly committed to seeing it kept.
In retrospect, I might have investigated what other events were taking place during that particular late afternoon/early evening. Had I done so, I might have noticed that a college football game of considerable local interest was set to take place at that very time. And, though I was not oblivious to the fact that the game was going on, I was nonetheless surprised when we approached the restaurant and found an overflowing parking lot and a deck bursting with orange-clad revelers. Screaming football fans (or screaming anybody, for that matter) are not exactly my son's cup of tea. But neither is a last minute change of plans. So we gamely walked in. As we stepped into the breach, a large figure on multiple TV screens ran, or jumped, or tripped, and the patrons reacted with vigor. Eric's fingers went directly into his ears, and it became apparent that, if we were to stay, outside seating would be preferable.
Despite serving what doubtless would be one of their largest crowds of the year, our waiter was calm and patient. He paid attention to details. Our table was a little bit in the sun--no worries, he suggested moving it a few feet. He picked up on the fact that Eric was not neurotypical, and he thus gave him a little more time to respond. In a setting that would render most of us harried, at best, our waiter was unfailingly considerate and attentive to our needs.
As I considered what Plantation Pub might be like without a big football crowd (in other words, normally), I looked for clues to see if our waiter's general demeanor was part of the overall vibe. Two well-behaved dogs rested by their owners, occasionally drinking from bowls that it appeared the staff had set out for them. Despite the chaotic appearances, everyone seemed to be getting served in a timely and friendly manner. No one was placing unreasonable demands on the staff, mainly because it seemed that they were doing such a good job. In fairness, it didn't hurt that the home team was well on its' way to defeating the hated rival. Regardless, the atmosphere was friendly, relaxed, accommodating.
With all of that, we still did come there to eat. Where's Eric? Over at the corner of the deck where the train tracks were in clear view (we mustn't forget about the trains) in a wan hope that maybe, just maybe, things would time out just right. Not on this day, so Eric came over to order a cheeseburger with JUST ketchup and mustard. Our waiter patiently clarified that "just" meant "just". And it did. I got the catfish basket. And despite the crowds, despite the chaos, we were served promptly and correctly. The catfish was quite good, with the batter having that bit of saltiness that I prefer and the fish not being too fishy. The prices were very reasonable (something we don't seem to say too often these days). As I think back on the experience, I might ask the reader if they'd like to go to a place with good food, fair prices, and I kind an patient staff? I know I would.
If you are my son, Eric, it's quite simple, really. First, you have an attraction to trains that has flourished since your earliest days absorbing Thomas the Tank Engine. Then, you notice the train tracks running near your pediatrician's office that head toward the place Dad works. You are greatly focused on these tracks, and every so often you are rewarded by seeing an actual train. With your love of Google Maps, you carefully catalogue in your mind the path of those same train tracks and all the nearby roads. You notice Sawyer Brown Road in Bellevue, and with further investigation, you find Plantation Pub, 8321 Sawyer Brown Road, Nashville.
Upon the discovery of Plantation Pub, Eric immediately asked when we could go (and by "when", he meant precisely what date). Turned out that Mom was going to the opera on the evening of September 24, so this seemed propitious. The promise was made, and Eric was utterly committed to seeing it kept.
In retrospect, I might have investigated what other events were taking place during that particular late afternoon/early evening. Had I done so, I might have noticed that a college football game of considerable local interest was set to take place at that very time. And, though I was not oblivious to the fact that the game was going on, I was nonetheless surprised when we approached the restaurant and found an overflowing parking lot and a deck bursting with orange-clad revelers. Screaming football fans (or screaming anybody, for that matter) are not exactly my son's cup of tea. But neither is a last minute change of plans. So we gamely walked in. As we stepped into the breach, a large figure on multiple TV screens ran, or jumped, or tripped, and the patrons reacted with vigor. Eric's fingers went directly into his ears, and it became apparent that, if we were to stay, outside seating would be preferable.
Despite serving what doubtless would be one of their largest crowds of the year, our waiter was calm and patient. He paid attention to details. Our table was a little bit in the sun--no worries, he suggested moving it a few feet. He picked up on the fact that Eric was not neurotypical, and he thus gave him a little more time to respond. In a setting that would render most of us harried, at best, our waiter was unfailingly considerate and attentive to our needs.
As I considered what Plantation Pub might be like without a big football crowd (in other words, normally), I looked for clues to see if our waiter's general demeanor was part of the overall vibe. Two well-behaved dogs rested by their owners, occasionally drinking from bowls that it appeared the staff had set out for them. Despite the chaotic appearances, everyone seemed to be getting served in a timely and friendly manner. No one was placing unreasonable demands on the staff, mainly because it seemed that they were doing such a good job. In fairness, it didn't hurt that the home team was well on its' way to defeating the hated rival. Regardless, the atmosphere was friendly, relaxed, accommodating.
With all of that, we still did come there to eat. Where's Eric? Over at the corner of the deck where the train tracks were in clear view (we mustn't forget about the trains) in a wan hope that maybe, just maybe, things would time out just right. Not on this day, so Eric came over to order a cheeseburger with JUST ketchup and mustard. Our waiter patiently clarified that "just" meant "just". And it did. I got the catfish basket. And despite the crowds, despite the chaos, we were served promptly and correctly. The catfish was quite good, with the batter having that bit of saltiness that I prefer and the fish not being too fishy. The prices were very reasonable (something we don't seem to say too often these days). As I think back on the experience, I might ask the reader if they'd like to go to a place with good food, fair prices, and I kind an patient staff? I know I would.
It is one of the hardest things for any of us to do--whether we are a boss, a teacher, or especially a parent. It's one of the simplest and most fundamental of behavioral principles. And yet we forget to do it, or we fail to do it enough, or we feel like we shouldn't have to. The principle: reinforce the behavior that you want to see. The application for parents: catch your kids being good, and reward them for it.
It works. It works for all kinds of kids, but it is especially important for children with autism. Consider the child on the spectrum. He may struggle reading social cues. A wink or a smile from a parent might not be as meaningful to him as to his typical peer. It's all the more important for a parent to be clear (and maybe a little dramatic) in offering reinforcement. It can be praise, high fives, tickles, something tangible (an M&M, say). Whatever it is, it needs to be meaningful and rewarding to the child.
In my experience, this strategy can pay its greatest dividends in seemingly the most mundane circumstances. Your kid is sitting quietly, appropriately playing with a toy. Or he's sitting and reading a book. The parent walks past and says, "Hey, John, I LOVE how you are sitting quietly and playing!" That may be reward enough, or something else may need to be included to sweeten the pot. Whatever the case, it is a certainty that if the child is explicitly and consistently reinforced for playing quietly, then he will do so more often.
So why should I have to do this? Why should I have to reward my child for something he should be doing anyway? I hear this a lot, and I understand it, as I slip into that thinking myself at times. Think about the alternative--the idea of criticizing the bad instead of rewarding the good. Remember when you were a teenager? If your parents tried to shape your behavior by telling you what not to do, how did that go? What was your response? I sure didn't like it, and my 17-year-old son, who has autism, doesn't like it, either!
So catch your kids being good, and let them know about it. It works, and it's worth it!
Not one of us has ever lived through a time like this. It's tough on parents, on grandparents, on spouses, on kids. And perhaps most unnerving, we don't know when it will end. When can we do what we used to? Will things ever be the same?
Now suppose your child has autism. He loves his routines. He longs to go to his regular haunts. And he simply can't understand why he can't go see his grandparents. What can we parents do to make the best of this assuredly bad situation?
This is the animating question for my family, and some parts of the answer are easier to find than others. Here's what we're telling ourselves:
First, let's give ourselves a break! If our son has a bit more screen time than the ideal, if his schoolwork has slowed down, if he's perseverating a little more than the norm, it's ok. These are not life-changing consequences.
Second, there's a temptation to feel compelled to transform ourselves into home-schooling warriors. That's fine, if it makes sense for the family. For ours, it doesn't. If we were to set goals for ourselves as parents that are unrealistic, we would virtually ensure failure. Let's find our victories where we can, let's appreciate what we can do incrementally, and, again, let's give ourselves a break.
Third, we all need to understand that when the walls feel like they are closing in, there's help out there. If your family is involved with a BCBA, take advantage of that. There are so many ways that a talented professional can help shape the arc of a family's life, even if the process might look different than it would ordinarily.
Finally, we must remember that we don't have to become superheroes. We already are superheroes! As the parents of children with autism, we all have done innumerable things that our friends simply cannot imagine. We don't have to be perfect, as we already are pretty darn amazing.
So, I say to you, just as we say to ourselves--hang in there, better days are coming!
School is important. Kind of goes without saying. When your child has autism, the school experience is really, really important on many different levels.
Parents have questions:
Will my child be safe?
Will my child learn?
Will my child have friends?
Will my child experience bullying?
Will my child be taught things that are relevant and will help him grow towards as independent a life as possible?
And how will I know if any of this is happening or not?
The first and most important principle that defines the relationship between parents and educators is that must be one of collaboration. School personnel must understand that these parents are often hurting, scared, heartbroken, and sometimes they will speak in ways that are less than diplomatic. Parents, in turn, must know that the people sitting across the table from them are not miracle workers, but that the vast majority are called and committed to do their best to help make each child's life better. They are, for the most part, highly-trained professionals.
So what can a parent do to build a collaborative relationship with teachers and support staff?
1) Communicate
--give these people information that will help them help your child. Is there a new behavior that's emerging at home? Is there a new circumstance that presents a particular challenge? Let them know. And encourage teachers to do the same about happenings at school.
2) Be there and build relationships
--whether it's volunteering as a room parent, writing a thank-you note (and delivering to the classroom by hand), or simply coming into the building to pick up your child early for an appointment (as opposed to having him brought out), find ways to have non-hostile, face-to-face interactions with the people in your child's life.
3) Empathize
--understand that while schools are compelled by law to provide certain levels of service and accommodation, their resources are not unlimited. Also understand that teachers and support staff are used to dealing with angry and hurting parents--use kind words and a respectful tone even if disagreeing.
4) Prioritize
--is the accommodation you seek vital and fundamental to your child's progress? Then do what it takes to get it. Is what you're asking for more marginal? Something that would be nice to have but won't make that much of a difference over time? Then don't make that a hill you die on.
If the people at your child's school feel that you are a partner and not an adversary, your child will benefit. There may be times you have to fight, and then fight you must. But even then, relationships can be maintained, and your child's experience will be enhanced over the long run.
We swore we'd travel, darlin' side by side
We'd help each other stay in stride
But each lover's steps fall so differently
But I'll wait for you
And if I should fall behind
Wait for me.
---"If I Should Fall Behind", Bruce Springsteen
For parents, there are few challenges greater than a child with autism. It impacts everything. Marriage. Siblings. Friendships. Retirement planning. Mental and physical health. There is, quite literally, no part of a parent's life that is not in some way affected by one of these special children.
And just like everything else between married people, spouses do not process a child's autism diagnosis in exactly the same way. One parent may embrace the challenge immediately, and one may take longer to absorb the new reality. One may attempt a hyper-organized approach to "curing" the problem, while one may fall back on intuitive habits and preferences.
That does not mean, however, that one parent is "right" and the other "wrong".
The fact is that both parents have unique strengths and perspectives to offer as they raise their child; and this is true whether this child has a diagnosis or not. For both parents to be most effective, they have to acknowledge, accept, and value that fact. This means compromise, this means accommodation, this means, quite simply, being married like anyone else.
In the life of my own family, I am the planner, the scheduler, the organized one. I am the one who most naturally gravitates toward the structure that a child with autism craves. My wife is intuitive, reactive, more apt to embrace joy (or sorrow) in the moment that it occurs, rather than incorporate it into a "rational" process, as I might.
And how is our son impacted by having parents with different perspectives? With me, there's no doubt he appreciates the structure and routine that is my predisposition. And with his mom, his face lights up in a way that it never does for me. And that's OK. He gets the best of both worlds--the best of his parents, and he is on his way to being the best he can be.