Genetic Guilt

DNAYesterday, I revealed that NHL was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome.  In addition, we’re pretty sure that I have Asperger’s as well.  When we figured this out, I found myself questioning everything I did.  Suddenly, I wondered whether I did certain things because of me or because of the Asperger’s.  As I internalized that these were one and the same, another problem presented itself: Guilt.

Asperger’s has a strong genetic component.  If Mom or Dad has Asperger’s, there’s a good chance that Junior will have it too.  NHL is so much like a little version of myself: Socially awkward, prone to babbling on about interests whether or not anyone is listening, has trouble looking people in the eyes, has trouble tossing out a plan and winging it, etc. His Asperger’s Syndrome – for better or worse – comes from me.  Or, to put it the way I began to think about the situation: It’s all my fault.

All those years of not knowing what was going on?  My fault.  The problems he’s had in school?  Because of me.  His future struggles with the neuro-typical world?  Blame me.

Of course, I knew that it wasn’t like I gave him these genes on purpose.  I didn’t sort through my genetic code tossing out some "good genes" to make room for Asperger’s.  This was just the roll of the genetic dice.  There is no blame to place here just like there isn’t any blame assigned to NHL having my blue eyes or JSL having the same chin dimple I have.  Still, a portion of my brain refused to give up the guilt.

As parents, we never want to see our kids come to harm.  If there was a magical button that, while pressed, would ensure that kids would have a perfect life, we would spend the rest of our days leaning heavily on said button.  It hurts us when they feel pain or sorrow.  And if said pain/sorrow is somehow attributable to us?  Even in the most indirect of ways?  Devastating!

I have let go of most of my guilt.  Deep inside I’ll always feel a tiny bit of guilt, but I’ve learned to ignore that voice.  I suppose that overcoming the feelings of guilt was part of coming to terms with the diagnosis.  Now, instead, I focus on how I can best help my son navigate the often confusing Land of the Neuro-Typical.

Have you ever felt guilty about something your kids inherited from you?

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Diagnosis, Asperger’s, NHL and Me

Autism_Awareness_RibbonA few months ago, I mentioned having some big news.  Huge news.  However, I couldn’t share it at the time.  This led to some people wondering what it could be.  Well, after many weeks of keeping quiet about it online, we’re ready to reveal what it is.  But first, some history.

About five years ago, when NHL was only four years old, we wondered about whether something was up with him.  He didn’t seem to fit in socially like the other kids did.  He had trouble if a routine changed.  He would have fears way beyond what is age appropriate.  We went to one doctor after another and kept getting different advice.  Nothing seemed to help, though.

The closest we got to a good diagnosis was that he was gifted (IQ of over 135), but even trying to address his supposed boredom in the classroom didn’t help.  NHL was still yelling in class, cutting up paper, running around the classroom, freaking out whenever his routines changed, and more.  The teacher tried to be patient with him, but she had to teach the other kids as well.  Besides, we feared that he was painting a huge "Bully Me" target on himself with his actions.

Finally, at the end of our rope, we went to a neuro-psychologist.  She went to NHL’s class and, without him knowing, observed him for three and a half hours.  Then, not too much later, NHL met with her one on one for about four hours.  The report she put together from these meetings and observations was long, comprehensive, and difficult to read.  Within its pages, we read of kids moving their desks away from NHL, kids rolling their eyes at him and calling him weirdo, and other socially isolating events.  NHL, with his actions, was doing just what we feared.  He was isolating himself and making himself a target for bullying.

The good thing about the report, though, was that we finally had a diagnosis.  NHL was diagnosed with Anxiety Disorder and Asperger’s Syndrome.

On the anxiety front, his fears would come upon him so fast and so strong that there wasn’t the barest hope of him keeping them in check.  The best I can describe it would be that he pictured the worst possible outcome in his head.  Then, once that outcome was imagined, he would assume it was certain to occur.  Next, he would totally freak out including yelling, stomping, running away, etc.  It didn’t matter if we were at home, if he was in a classroom, or if we were in the middle of a store.  His fears could be based on school work (homework was a half hour scream-fest) or a super-massive black hole destroying humanity.  Thankfully, new strategies have helped him calmed down a lot and we can head off his fears before they turn into full-blown panic attacks.

When it comes to Asperger’s Syndrome, it’s not a "condition NHL has" as much it is "a different way that NHL’s brain works."  NHL loves schedules, order, and routine.  He doesn’t like it when this gets disrupted.  Loud sounds or people getting in his space can make him uncomfortable.  (He’ll cover his ears when entering a public restroom in case the electric hand dryer turns on.)  He has intense likes (Math, computers, superheroes, etc) that he wants to share with everyone whether they like the same things or not.  He can tell you how a person should act in a given social situation, but when theory turns into reality, he has trouble knowing what to do.

In fact, many social interactions are tricky for him to navigate.  In the past, he’s been naïve enough to not recognize that his social "awkwardness" was isolating him, but he’s quickly realizing it now.  He’s a kind kid and loves helping and being a friend.  When kids don’t want to be his friend, ignore him, or tease him, he feels hurt and doesn’t know how to express this or remedy the situation.

He’s now getting help learning to cope and deal with social situations.  People with Asperger’s have to learn how to navigate the world at large.  His challenges aren’t as great as those of a child with a more severe form of Autism, but he still needs to learn the rules of the neuro-typical road.

For those who don’t know the phrase, Neuro-typical is the word used to describe people who aren’t on the Autism spectrum.  Never use the word "normal" as it insinuates that someone with Autism is some sort of freak.  We aren’t freaks,  We just have a different way of thinking.

Yes, I did say "we."

in my "I can’t share this yet" post, I said: "This news is so big that it has rattled my very idea of who I am."  You see, as we were reading more and more about Asperger’s, I kept stopping and remarking about how that sounded so much like me.  One example: People with Asperger’s tend to think in an If-Then manner sort of like a computer.  One of the reasons I make such a good computer programmer is that my brain basically works just like a programming language is written!

Growing up, I had a lot of trouble with social situations.  I never felt completely natural in them.  To me, it seemed as though everyone had gotten the Social Situations Complete Guide while I got the Cliff Notes edition.  I wanted to be social, but didn’t quite know how.  I always pictured it as wanting to be in the spotlight, but feeling highly uncomfortable when that happened.

I always figured that I was "socially stunted" by the bullying I went through.  After all, my reaction to being bullied was to withdraw from the world.  The less that I showed to the world, the less the world had to bully me with.  After high school, I tried very hard to tear down those emotional walls and open up.  To this day, though, I still struggle with it.

Maybe my social awkwardness wasn’t a result of bullying, though.  Maybe, it was due to Asperger’s.  Back when I was growing up, Asperger’s wasn’t diagnosed.  I didn’t have the options that we have for NHL to aid him with socializing.  Of course, the bullying didn’t help, but perhaps all these years I had it backwards.  Maybe my social awkwardness was something that the bullies picked up on and used to target me.  Maybe my quest to "be normal socially" was completely misguided because I wasn’t neuro-typical at all.

At first, this saddened me.  Was there an upper ceiling beyond which I couldn’t top no matter how much I tried?  Was all my hard work over all these years for nothing?  Should I just give up and say "Asperger’s" whenever a social situation had me stymied?

For awhile, I wasn’t sure what the answers should be.  Then, I heard someone mention that Asperger’s doesn’t define us.  I can’t give up on growing as a person just because I have Asperger’s.  It will always be a challenge I deal with, but it won’t be the only thing there is about me.  And, with luck, I can use my Asperger’s experience to help NHL avoid some of the pitfalls I fell into.

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Oh What A (Long) Night!

nicubunu_Emoticons_Sleeping_faceElection night was a very long night both for good reasons and bad ones.  First, I got home from work and B, the boys, and I went out to vote.  Unlike some other places where people had to wait in line for hours, we were lucky.  There was only a short wait to vote.

As we were going to the polling place, and all through the voting procedure, though, JSL complained about his head hurting him.  We figured he might be hungry, but as we arrived home, he proved us wrong by puking all over the floor and his coat.

I cleaned up the mess while B tossed his coat in the wash.  Then, after dinner and some time working on Lego Shelob, we got the kids ready for bed.  Just as they were settling down, though, JSL complained that his stomach hurt.  A quick run to the bathroom spared us a second big mess.  It was obvious that he was going to miss school the next day.

While JSL settled on the couch, we turned on the election day coverage.  I kept following along and interacting with people on Twitter as polls began to close and projections were made.  Slowly, the electoral votes were assigned until, at around 11:20pm, Barack Obama was declared the winner.  In hindsight, that’s when I should have called it a night.  Instead, I followed along awhile longer.  And by "awhile", I mean 2 hours.

At 1am, I climbed into bed (made crowded by JSL’s presence between B and me).  I didn’t sleep long, though.  At around 2am, NHL woke up coughing and congested.  He was obviously having trouble settling and couldn’t come into our packed bed, so I climbed into his top bunk to lay down with him.  Thus began 4 hours attempting to soothe him so he could rest and sporadic sleep.

Needless to say, I’ve been feeling a bit tired today.

What do you do when you’ve had a long night with little sleep?

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Euphemism Espionage

500px-Spy_silhouette.svgBeing a parent seems like an ever-changing game of Parental Euphemisms.  When you first become a parent, you can pretty much say whatever you want in front of your baby.  Your one week old can’t even babble.  They definitely won’t repeat that swear word that you let slip.

As your kid gets older, though, the possibility of repeating increases.  In fact, when they get to be toddlers, kids can be quite the parrots.  At this stage, parents will often resort to spelling words or phrases that they don’t want their kids to hear.  This could be anything from adult level topics ("Did you hear about the m-u-r-d-e-r in the news today?") to things you want to discuss without letting the kids in on the meaning of the conversation ("Should we go out for i-c-e-c-r-e-a-m later?").  This works well for some time, but eventually children learn to spell.  Even worse, if you have an older child, they will often blab the secret to the younger kid who still can’t spell.

You have now entered the age of euphemisms.  Yes, you can try to wait until the kids aren’t within earshot, but you can’t live your life Rated G with brief moments of verbal freedom.  The key is to find code words to mean certain things.  They should be cryptic enough that the kids won’t catch on quickly.  (Don’t refer to Ice Cream as "I.C.")  Definitely don’t refer to the item by it’s code word *to* the kids.  ("Hey Tommy, would you like some I.C.?")  And try not to generate too much attention to your use of code words.  (No winking, nudging, and overly stressing the code words.)

Kids are smart and they will eventually realize something is up, but you want to get as much mileage as you can with your code words before you need to change them.  It’s like a day-to-day game of parental espionage.  ("My name is Dad.  Techy Dad.  Agent Double Oh No The Kid Woke Up Again.")  If you are careful, you too can slyly sneak some grown up level banter right past your kids.

What parental espionage tactics have you employed?

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Reversing The Stereotypes

In our household, we try hard not to fall into the standard stereotypes.  Though I go to the office and B stays home, I do the cooking when I get home.  I’m also generally in charge of the vacuum.  B, on the other hand, is more of a sports fan than I am.

This has rubbed off on our boys.  JSL, recently, wanted a baby doll.  We didn’t question a boy playing with a doll.  After all, NHL has one already.  However, much as we searched, we couldn’t find a boy baby for him.  Frustrated, we railed against the toy companies for thinking that only girls want to play with dolls and then only with girl ones.

Finally, JSL pointed out to us that it didn’t have to be a boy doll.  He could get a girl doll.  It was nice to see that he didn’t see anything wrong with a boy playing with a baby girl.  (In part, he sees it as a replacement for the baby sister that we’re not giving him.)

Of course, this doesn’t mean that JSL is immune from stereotyping.  During Yom Kippur, I was fasting and so didn’t feel up to making dinner.  B volunteered to make some food, but JSL protested.  He insisted that she couldn’t because she didn’t know how to cook.

Yes, because I’m usually the one who makes the food, JSL now thinks that B is incapable of cooking at all.  The stereotype was reversed: Dads cook and Moms don’t.  We informed him that this wasn’t the case and B made dinner.  Still, it was quite funny to us to see the stereotype turned on its head.

What stereotypes do you break in your household?

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