Birthday

Going Away

/ Gardy Loo Pismire / 2 Comments

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As you have probably figured out my birthday is coming up this week. I find as I get older they are harder to swallow. On the one hand they mean I am creeping closer to death with many goals unfulfilled but on the other hand the alternative is not attractive. Frankly,  I am so grateful to be alive after all my body has been through. I realize that had I lived in other places that lack the type of health care I receive that I would died long ago. That is a sobering thought.

This year I seem to be doing a lot for myself for this birthday. I blame this on my therapist who keeps telling me that I need to take time for myself and do some self care with all that is going on in my life and that maybe divorce looming deep and dark everyday. I need a lot more sitting quietly with myself and a touch of zen. Getting to this point is somewhat of a miracle considering I have been a mother for over 33 years and doing things for everyone else. If I am honest sometimes I would just like a break from all the challenges that accompany motherhood and autism. So later this week I am going to take a well earned one. I am going to the ocean later in the week and B will be working part time so that I can do this. (Bless him)

I love the ocean. It makes me feel renewed, fresh, inventive and intuitive. It sharpens my pen and my mind. While there I plan to:

Read several books

Sit on the sand and watch the sunset

Sleep as late as I wish

Go watch the baby seals

Sit cliffside and watch for whales

Hike along the cliffs

Go swimming

Take naps

Meditate

Tend to the garden

Work on my novel

Sleep in the nude

Listen to actual records from my collection

Maybe put together the outdoor furniture if it comes

Take myself to dinner every night

I might even sit at a bar and flirt a little (if I can even figure out how to do it since it has been a lost art form for the past 30 years)

 

I have to confess that I am a little nervous about this. I have not been alone for an extended period of time since…well, I don’t know when. I can’t even tell you if I have ever been and I am concerned I will either go stir crazy or I will discover that I drive myself to distraction. Can you get sick of yourself? I guess I will find out.

I am also looking at this time as precious and nourishing to my soul which makes me excited about the possible discoveries I may make. I hope ideas percolate to the top giving me greater clarity about the things I need at this point in my life. I hope that I feel a sense of peace and tranquility that is often lacking in my life as I run to schools, doctor appointments and the like. And I hope to tap into those parts of me that have laid dormant for way to long.

This is my time and I plan on taking full advantage of it!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Birthday

/ Gardy Loo Pismire / 1 Comment

Yesterday Andre turned 15. It hasn’t been the easiest journey getting him there.

Autism sucks. The endless meltdowns, constant push backs and never-ending trips to the schools. Countless hours of driving back and forth for therapy: hippo, occupational, psychotherapy just to name a few. The still unresolved issues of cleaning up after himself and throwing wrappers wherever they land. And the inability to consider other people’s interests and emotional needs instead of his constant “ME, ME, ME” thinking can leave me discouraged and exhausted.

Putting Andre on numerous drugs to control tics, anxiety, and severe ADHD wasn’t on my radar. I hate using these medications the combination of which can cause side effects that go bump in the night. And the cost, even with insurance, is astronomical. But managing him is easier with them than without and he doesn’t like how he feels naked and exposed when he forgets to take his meds.

Having two boys with autism has put our marriage under stress and considering divorceimages-5. Disagreements over how to approach IEPs, how to get Andre to comply, where we should be putting out money in our never ending quest to get the boys the skills they need to navigate life. Being totally exhausted hasn’t done wonders for our time together, especially in the bedroom.

I have been at my best and at my absolute worst because of autism. I have fought harder than I ever imagined I could trying to get services. I have loved fiercer than I ever thought I knew how. I did mundane tasks repeatedly in hopes that Andre would “get it.” I have also yelled louder, gotten angrier than I ever thought I was capable, and said a few words I desperately wish I could take back. Autism has at times brought out the Jekyll and Hyde in me and taught me things about myself I desperately wish I did not know. And PTSD-like symptoms still linger when I hear prolonged screaming.

But to his credit. Andre works harder than any one I know just to survive in the world. He fights anxiety, he has severe insomnia, bright lights bother him while loud noises used to do him in. Socially, he lives in a very isolated place. He wants friends but doesn’t know how to act so that people want to spend blocks of time with him.He is very close to beginning work on his Eagle Scout, he has saved the life of a elderly woman, and he carries amazing grades in school. He loves band, once memorized a 200 page book word for word, and he can name every dinosaur known to man including where they lived and during what period.

Recently, I asked Andre if he could take a pill so he would no longer have autism if he would do it. He replied, “No, because this is who I am and I like me.”

And even though this autism journey with Andre and Paul is not the one I signed up for (think European Cruise vs Survivor in the Outback); I also know that my boys are becoming young men who are an asset to the community and our family. They will make their way in life. It may not be the life I envisioned but both boys can and will make a life that they are happy with and can be proud of.

Yes, autism sucks but for some kids with this disorder there is a light at the end of the rainbow and in this past year its brightness has intensified and let us see the light where darkness once roamed. Autism sucks but it does not rule us.

Happy Birthday, Andre. You are deeply and dearly loved. I hope others will learn to accept and love you too.