There’s a great quote I can’t find that goes something like this: “Before I had children I had a few strong opinions. Now I have a few children and no opinions.” Wise words indeed. But even more true for those of us raising special needs children. For we never imagined the complexities and situations we find ourselves in. My dad has always told me not to tempt God to prove you wrong. These days, I find these to be even wiser words. 😉
Here are the seven things I swore I’d never do - before having a special needs child:
1. Have an un-toilet-trained child over the age of two. Now, stop laughing at me. It’s most unbecoming you know. Seriously, my late and beloved grandmother was a firm believer that all children should be potty-trained by the age of one. No, really. And both of her children were. She didn’t work outside the home at the time, and she spaced her non-special needs children seven years apart. So, yes, she had the opportunity to use training techniques that many today would call “intuitive” or “listening to the child’s cues”, etc. It worked for her. So, I was of the opinion that we would early train as well. Yeah, life is funny like that.
2. Allow my child to sleep in my bed. I have all kinds of strong, yet useless opinions about sleep schedules and the importance of parents having a sacred space. I’m serious about that laughing. You really must stop. Our NT daughter was a good sleeper. And, despite (or because?) of being a precocious little imp, she actually took two naps a day for us up until almost three. And I am one of those obnoxious individuals who rarely needs a nap, falls asleep easily, wakes using a mental alarm clock, and doesn’t drink coffee. So, my son’s sleep issues have probably been the hardest thing for me to adjust to. Because I am so quickly alert, it is virtually impossible for me to go back to sleep once awakened. And Callum was still waking approximately 4 times a night well past two years of age. In light of my strong views, it’s kind of ironic that some of my favorite memories of him are the ones of us awake together in my bed, snuggling and quietly watching Yo Gabba Gabba in the wee hours of the night until he fell asleep again. I have no idea what his future will bring, but I cherish every moment of that now while I can.
3. Allow a child over the age of one to drink out of a bottle. Yes, my son can drink out of a cup with a straw and uses a sippy cup. But he still wants to snuggle with me on my lap - and drink out of a bottle. We confine this to home now. But he is such a little sensory seeker that he craves this - touching my face, running his little hands and feet over my arms and legs, and pulling my hands to him to squeeze him. And I’m a wimp to his happiness. So, there you go.
4. Bring an electronic entertainment device into a restaurant. Oh, I well remember my haughty disapproval of this. I could not believe that some parents would allow their children to tune out others at a dining table and not learn good manners. Now I carry my iPhone or an iPad everywhere I go. It helps him tune out the background and focus- and us to catch a quick meal. I know I should be teaching him social skills, but he isn’t there yet. And I’m not willing to let him scream his head off in a restaurant. There are people there without special-needs children- with their own stresses- who need a quiet meal too.
5. Allow my young children to watch TV. I still don’t really approve of this in theory. But I’m tired. And no one has sent in backup. Nuff said.
6. Share my son’s diagnosis. I used to think that it would do him a disservice. Now I think the disservice is not preparing his path in the world by helping the world to understand him. So I tell anyone I think needs to know at any time.
7. Discuss my most private hurts, missteps, and worries in public. I know that seems strange to hear for those of you who don’t know me personally. But, in my day-to-day life, I am actually a fairly restrained person. I don’t curse in public. I’m pretty modest in my dress. I’m so ridiculously afraid of embarrassing myself in front of others that I don’t even dance. My friends have long amused themselves and shared stories of various pranks on their part to embarrass me by calling out my name on an intercom or poking fun at my need to be ladylike. And you should have seen my horrified reaction when my husband decided to apologize for an argument on Facebook. I’m not a prude (though an enormous fan of Miss Manners), but I am of the opinion that there are just some things one does not do in public if one has any class at all. Blame the southern belle in me. But I’m also of the opinion that if you are going to do something, you should do it with gusto. I think this blog qualifies, don’t you? 😉
The nice thing about having your own blog is that you get to declare things with no oversight committee. So, today I am declaring my father - 2012 Flappiness Is Autism Grandparent of the Year.
8. He truly enjoys his grandson. When he visits, he delights in the child Callum is right now - rather than adopting The Look of Tragedy every time he sees him. It’s important for a child to not only be loved, but to be liked just as he is. And, because he accepts my son for the wonderful little person he already is - rather than waiting to see who he will become - he is able to enjoy his uniqueness as well. When Callum does something remarkable - something that can be attributed to autistic traits - he gets a kick out of it. And although, like me, he worries about him, he also finds him fascinating. That’s unconditional love, with the stress on — unconditional. 🙂
From time to time, I’ve had a few readers email asking me where to obtain/locate certain items/sites mentioned in my blog posts. So, it occurred to me to do a “Favorite Things” post with links. Tragically, I am not Oprah and cannot afford to surprise you all by having these items magically appear under the seat in which you are now sitting. I am not an Amazon Associate or affiliated with any of these products, nor will I be receiving any sort of compensation or blog promotion for them (other than my shameless linking to my own posts). 🙂












Favorite Autism T-Shirt: I don’t have one of these, but I really want one. I love the touch of whimsy. Someone who counts themselves among my family and friends should buy me one of these. You know who you are. Size 2x please. 😉











Since I tend to write someone dramatically and have been known to drag my soapbox around, it occurred to me that it is high time I write something happy. For not everything about autism is sad. Some of it is inspiring. Some of it is funny. And there are definitely good things about raising a child with autism. Sometimes we forget to tell others. And sometimes we forget to remind ourselves. 🙂
These kinds of lists typically come out in December. But it occurred to me that gift-giving happens throughout the year. You may have a child, sibling, or friend who parents a special needs child and are wondering what kinds of things make nice gifts. You may know of a special needs family struggling and wish there was something you could do to help.
Since beginning this blog just short of a month ago, I’ve had a few people email me to ask me questions like, “Is it hard to set up a blog like this?”, “How did you learn how to do this?”, etc. While it is awfully nice that they would ask me these questions, I am a newbie. But it got me thinking about my experiences with blogging over the past few weeks, and I find that I have learned a few things. So, if you are thinking about starting your own ASD/special needs parent blog, here’s what I have gleaned so recently:
A few days after I published this post, the nice folks at WordPress “Freshly Pressed” it. A big honor and one I am very thankful for. Because of that, I ended up meeting lots of new readers and bloggers. Thanks so much, WordPress! 




