Words- almost 4 years later

I remember when we used to count the number of words Little Bug said.  He started out this blog with no real words- just 10 word approximations at the age of 2.  We began to teach him sign language and then he was able to somehow bridge the gap to speech.  I still have the lists of words- spoken and sign- that we used to maintain.  Each word was (and still is) an amazing gift to enjoy. We have since stopped counting what words he can speak.  That is not to say that he doesn’t surprise us.  Oh no, he surprises us with works like “symbiotic”, “preservation”, “apparently”, “crap” (yes crap- could be worse!), “functionality”, “parasites”, and many more. 

He has also begun to surprise us with words in a new way- reading!  He is reading- and I mean really really reading.  He has at last count over 100 sight words- based off of the flash cards his class has.  He clearly knows his phonics- he constantly correctly sounds out words.  But even more amazing, is his actual reading.   Recently Nick and I took him to our local Children’s Museum for parents’ night out. When we came to pick him up, they were doing circle time, but with the children reading the books.  Little Bug sat through a version of “Green Eggs and Ham” and then decided he was going to read “Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What do you see” out loud to a room full of children and adults.  He did it!  He read the whole thing- showing the pictures and all.

He continues to amaze and surprise us every day.  I hope that feeling never goes away.

How my son perceives strep throat

This past week, Little Bug has been really sick- a burning fever and non stop vomiting.  He was vomiting so bad that he couldn't hold down Tylenol.  While we tried to treat him for the flu- because he didn't express any other symptoms (other than the obvious vomiting of course), we took him to the doctor on Tuesday.  Low and behold, he has strep throat- bad enough that the doctor said he was "running the test just to confirm what I already know".

Nick and I were shocked because Little Bug didn't express any symptom of strep throat- he was eating like a horse and didn't say that his throat hurt.  In fact, he had trouble identifying when he was going to vomit.  The only symptom he had, and I quote, "my brain itches".

Little Bug still seems to have a lot of trouble interpreting the signals of his body- including pain, temperature, and normal bodily functions like needing to go to the bathroom.  Things that you would think shouldn't hurt are regarded as human torture however things that you would think would be incredibly painful- such as when he broke his thumb or recovering from a surgery- are treated like no big deal.

I'll never forget when we had taken him to the beach and when we got home we noticed that he had little pieces of glass in his feet!  At his second birthday party, he wanted to play with the ice in the bucket around the soda.  Although most of us would have stopped after a couple of minutes, he continued playing to the point that he had to be forcibly removed.  He constantly cries that his shower is too cold but as his caregiver you know that the temperature is right where it should be.

We have done OT- including brushing, "texture exposure therapy", weighted items, and more vestibular input activities than we can count- but nothing seems to touch this sensory disconnect.

Strength in adversity

I need to get something off my chest.  This doesn’t have much to do with Autism.  Instead, it has everything to do with strength in adversity.  (Please note there is one instance of an F-bomb.  Justified I think in this case.)

This is something that autistic children demonstrate every day- whether it attempting to say a new word, motor plan getting dressed, or dealing with judgment from their peers.   Little Bug has certainly had his share and is developing ways to do with it.   Another kind of adversity that Little Bug has to deal with is discrimination. You see, and you should know if you have been following along, Little Bug has two dads- Daddy Nick and Daddy Blake (that’s me!).  Daddy Nick was born male but I wasn’t- I’m transgendered.   This has been something that we are honest with the world about- especially with Little Bug.  We thought that the people in our lives didn’t care.  Apparently we were wrong.

This weekend we had some family over and one of Little Bug’s cousins took it upon themselves to yell at Little Bug about me- that I wasn’t his dad and that because I had boobs I couldn’t be his dad.  This child told my son that I was Little Bug’s mom.  Little Bug simply stood his ground and repeated “He is my dad and I love him.”   I was able to intervene but it has been really upsetting (HA! Fucking understatement) to us all.  See this isn’t the first run in about my gender with this child.  At first, we figured that it was a normal curiosity from children.  It now just seems like anger coming from another source.  Given the persistence, I don’t believe that this is coming from tis child.  I am sure that this is coming from his parent(s).

Why does this matter?  In this day and age, isn’t any child lucky to have an involved parent let alone two involved parents?   Do the genitalia of the parents really matter?  If you have read this blog or known Nick and I, you know that we have worked and sweated and cried to help Little Bug reach his highest potential- whatever that may be.

What is surprising is that 8 years later, people in our family still have a problem with this.  People still call me she or Little Bug’s mom.  Why?  What is the hold up?  It is honestly astonishing to me.  I can understand any challenges in the first few months, but years later?  It honestly hurts.  It hurts because I expected these people to at least respect us.  Notice I didn’t say “accept”, “agree with”, “understand”, “empathize”, or “love”- just respect.  Respect- something that each and every person deserves and should demand.  I don’t have to agree with you or your choices, but I do have to respect them.  This should be afforded to you whether it is your sexuality, gender identity, religious beliefs, or the way you choose to treat your child’s autism.  

Assume the position

Of late, that position in our house is lying face down on the floor crying- if you are Little Bug.  This move has been the most difficult for him by far.  He has begun to have some trouble with potty training. At one point, he had three accidents in roughly an hour.  His self injuring- specifically biting, hitting, and scratching himself- has increased in frequency.

Nick and I were kinda taken off guard by how challenging this has been for Little Bug.  Last time we moved, we had a week to do it in and although it was challenging, Little Bug was not as stressed.  This time we had over a month.  The house closed on December 9 and we didn't move until January 20, however the change has been tremendous.

I wish with all my heart there was a way to make this better.  We have included him in every step of the way- looking for houses, getting the paperwork signed, he painted and decorated his room, and helping with general tasks around the house.  We don't have any more suggestions.

My son the goat

In the past week, Little Bug has eaten or chewed on the following:

• ·         His shirts (every day) to the point of ruining them
• ·         Chuggington trains
• ·         Forks
• ·         Spoons
• ·         Pencils
• ·         Cars
• ·         Rocks
• ·         A found staple (!)
• ·         Sticks
• ·         Stuffed Animals
• ·         Many things that I have yet to discover

Little Bug has pica as well as a persistent need for oral input.  This means that he without understanding the consequences has chewed all of the above and much, much more.  He has chewed our furniture and blankets.  One time he found a piece of glass at the beach and put it in his mouth to chew.  Anything that can fit in his mouth will go in his mouth.

Because of this, Little Bug has chipped 7 teeth.  We need to get him to the dentist (again) to ensure that there isn’t any critical damage to his teeth.  Right now we are talking about baby teeth, but what do we do when they are adult teeth?

We are at a loss with this one.  He has ready access to gum, chewing tubes, Ps and Qs, and we just ordered a chewing bracelet.  We are going to see if his teacher will allow him to have gum in class to curtail some of the chewing.  Currently he does have a chewing tube at school, but I am wondering if he needs prompting to use it.  If you have any solutions or suggestions- no matter how crazy you may think they are, please send them our way.

The final move

You would think that after moving three times previously with Little Bug, this would be something that we were prepared for.  You would hope that we would be able to know when it was going to be too much.  You would bet that since he is verbal, he would be able to tell us both of those things.  You would be wrong on all three counts.

Just because you have done something that was hard previously doesn't mean the next time will be easier. Especially when it comes to change.  It mainly just means that there will be a next time.  For Little Bug, moving has always been hard on him.  He doesn't like the boxes and people touching his stuff.  He doesn't like having to let toys go for a little while until we get into the new house.  He also has a hard time verbalizing this.

We thought that he was plugging along alright until last night when we found him sobbing by the fridge because his alphabet magnets were on the new fridge and not the old fridge.  All I could do is wrap him in my arms and tell him that we were there for him.  I couldn't tell him it would get better or easier, as I don't know that.  I couldn't fix it.  I can't shield him from it.  We can only be present.

One thing he has been pretty excited about is that he has the whole upstairs to himself.  We are excited because we have been able to make it into a OT play land- also known as a really cool bedroom.   There are window seats for sitting and reading at, a spinning chair for vestibular input, a chalkboard wall for as much tactile and visual stimulation as one could want, a crash pad pillow and tent, and that doesn't include his toys.  It has always been a dream that we would be able to really set things up for him so that he had access to all the sensory input he needed but without the requirement of furniture movement and adult supervision that has been needed before.  Goal achieved.

It should all be complete and move in ready on Friday, which is a great thing because we are moving on Friday.

Looking forward

I am a long time follower of Both Hands and a Flashlight and was inspired by their recent post for their 2012 resolutions. Instead of resolutions, 3 words were chosen to act as a compass for the year.  I am inspired by this and would like to do my own take on this.

Accept.  We really need to work on this principle.  We need to work on accepting ourselves and all our wonderful quirks and imperfections. Also, we need to work on accepting help.  This hasn't been easy for us to do in any facet of our lives. We are taking steps on this. Little Bug is now spending the night with his grandparents once a month and we have gotten help with our home improvements.  This is a principle that we will consistently need focus on.  This does not imply that by accepting things they must stay the same.  Before you can make a change, you need to know where you are at and understand it.


Do.  Especially when it comes to our health.  I have accepted that I am out of shape and overweight.  I get it. I now need to change.  I need to get healthy so that I can be active in life.  I don't want to be fat anymore.  I don't want to die of a heart attack at 39 like my birth mother.  I want to be preset.  I want to be for my son and husband.  We also need to do things for ourselves.  Nick and I are making strides in this, but we need to go further.  We need to allow ourselves hobbies and time outside of autism.


Streamline.  My current job is all about streamlining and efficiency and while I excel at work, this is something I would like to bring home.  Recently, (when we need it the most!) efficiency has gone out the window.  It has been chaos.  While it is understandable, it needs to change.  We are exhausted- partially  because of double work and inefficient.