Obviously with it being a new term Isaac has moved to a new class, he has a new teacher and 2 new children in his class (there are only 5 children in his class in total so 2 is quite a large proportion to him), I have returned to work part time and although I leave the house after he has left for school and return before he comes home, he knows I am not there in the day and that bothers him. His big brother who he is incredibly close to has just left home and gone to university and the Church that we attend has moved to a new building and changed the way the childrens work is done. That is a lot of change for anyone, but to Isaac it totally blows his world apart and leaves him feeling out of control, that in turn totally blows our world apart.
Currently, as Isaac is struggling with so much change it means his behaviour has escalated he has regressed and we are back to him having daily meltdowns, avoidance behaviour and violence. So far since he has been back at school he has refused to get in his transport twice, this has meant me having to take him the 15 miles to get him there which obviously has me made me late for work, thankfully my boss was very understanding. Even once I got to school with Isaac he then ups the ante by refusing to get out of the car. His school are more than used to this and I phoned them from the car park asking someone to come out and help me. Once the staff came out to help me to get him out of the car and into school full meltdown ensued, this involved him attacking both me and the staff as well as screaming and swearing at them. Eventually it took me and 2 members of staff to get him out of the car and into school. Once in school he was hell bent on getting out and proceeded to rip down displays, scream and shout at staff as well as physically attack them, he wanted them to phone me and kept escalating his behaviour to try and make them. Luckily his school are used to children like Isaac and will not exclude him (which is what he was wanting them to do). He did calm down and then used his reward time to help put the displays back on the wall. When he came home he was not impressed with me for taking him to school and made no secret of that. We then had the same situation the next day only this time he clearly realised that misbehaving was not going to get him sent home so he decided he was poorly. I checked his temperature and as he didn't have one he went and ran his head under the hot water to try and get himself one. Again I was late into work as I had to take him in. This time when I took him in I saw the pastoral care officer and ended up bursting into tears on her, she was very lovely and was stunned that we were not able to access outside help for him. She promised to try and source out some sort of help and support.
Isaac will try anything to control situations especially when he is feeling out of control. One of his tactics is to refuse to go to the toilet for a poo, now this might seem funny to some people and indeed if someone had told me this was a thing that children did to gain control before Isaac, I would probably have laughed and thought it was ridiculously funny. However, Isaac has gone for 9 days without going, this obviously has left him feeling uncomfortable and particularly grotty, which in turn leaves him prone to more and more meltdowns. Isaac has been on medication for his toiletting issues for 3 years, his meds can be upped and reduced as needed and he is currently on the maximum dose he can be on and still refusing to go. This obviously causes concern as it is making him unwell and affecting his behaviour a lot. He absolutely refuses to go and any suggestion of him going is met by a 2 hour meltdown. We have tried sticker charts, bribery/incentives and withdrawing things we know he loves such as his ipad or computer games, no treats etc but nothing will shift his mindset. One evening I was so worried about him as when he needs to go he will constantly punch himself in the stomach as he is walking around in circles. I contacted my GP who told me to take him the following afternoon, at that point I had a meltdown of my own, without wanting to gross people out too much he had started burping and bringing it back up out of his mouth!! The GP referred us to the hospital to see the paediatrician. Isaac hates hospitals at the best of times, but when he is in pain and stressed he is much worse. I took him up and was seen by the paed who confirmed that he was basically full of poo and due to his heightened state (punching and kicking the paed as well as screaming full volume every time he tried to examine him and attempting to escape from the hospital) there was really not a lot that could be done other than to max out on his meds and wait for the fall out. The paed advised me to keep him off school, however, as he is trying to avoid school at every cost at the moment I decided that keeping him away from school because of this was absolutely not an option. If Isaac realised that refusing to go to the toilet was his ticket out of school then it would give him a whole new way to not go. That night I had around 3 hours sleep. Isaac is not the best sleeper in the world anyway and I hear him up several times most nights but this night he was up and down and was clearly desperate yet still he refused to go. I sent him off to school and Phil suggested taking the day off as I was practically dead on my feet but I wanted to go to work despite feeling rough.
Let me explain to you what work is for me. 4 years ago I left my job to become Isaacs full time carer, we had so many appointments and assessments to go to that me working was simply not practical. Financially we were worse off and had to tighten our belts but it was doable and was really the only option, Phil could not give up his job as he was the main wage earner and one of us needed to be at home to do all the appointments, that was me. When Isaac started school I had hoped to return to work but there was never a right time, the appointments were still ridiculously frequent and on top of all the ones we already had we had to add CAF meetings and other meetings at school to the mix not to mention all the phonecalls from school and then the exclusions. Finally after Isaac started at Gretton I felt time was right for me to go back to work. We could manage financially (just about) with me not working and some people asked why I was going back. I will explain. I wanted to go back to work because I love my job, I actually love what I do and as much as I love being a wife and mum I wanted this for me. Going back has made me realise how much I missed being at work, talking to other people in the day, having friends and most of all being somewhere where I am me. Not someones wife, not someones mum, but me, Hayley. Work also gives me an escape from all the trials and the stresses and the heartaches that living with autism brings. That may sound selfish but I want this for me. It doesn't impact on the care I give to Isaac or any of my other children, it fits in with the hours they are at school and I get the holidays off so even setting aside the fact that I love it, it fits perfectly and I am not prepared to give that up.
There are times when I find that everything gets on top of me, the enormity of his diagnosis gets too much, these are the times when I breakdown and have a cry and a rant, usually about the lack of access to any services. The paediatrician asked whether we had social services support, we don't, we had a social care assessment last year and they concluded that we could meet Isaacs needs and there was not any support available to us. I told him this and he mentioned that I should call them again saying something about me being worried I might harm Isaac, I can't remember his exact words as Isaac was being very challenging and to be fair he had witnessed some pretty extreme behaviour as he was trying to examine Isaac. I told him that I was never worried that I would harm Isaac to which he said that everybody has a breaking point. I couldn't agree more and believe me I have felt very close to that breaking point on a lot of occasions. The thing with breaking points is that you have to know when you are close and take a step back and that is something I am very good at. I can step out of the room he is trashing, take a few moments to breathe and regain my composure and then go back in again. I also think that when you are a parent to a child that has Isaacs level of need your breaking point becomes a lot further away than it used to be, it has to and I think that although Isaac has pushed me almost to that point on many occasions, each time I almost reach it, it pushes back a little more. I have learnt to be a lot more patient than I used to be and that can only be a good thing.
My way of coping is to have a good cry and then talk it out with friends. I also belong to some forums where when I am struggling I can post and member will post back with advice or words of comfort letting me know I am not alone. I also constantly remind myself that Isaac is not behaving this way because he wants to, he doesn't want to be so out of control that he can't cope, he doesn't choose to not be able to express his emotions to the point that it all builds up inside and he has a meltdown. I look at him and realise how totally and unconditionally I love him and that brings me back down to earth. I look at him sleeping (yes it happens occasionally) and he looks so peaceful and I wish I could just get into his world and see what it's like for him so I could understand. The thing that upsets me most is that I don't understand, one day when he was coming down from a meltdown and he was sobbing, he looked at me and said "You don't understand." That broke my heart, because I don't understand and he can't explain to me so I am constantly trying to second guess and I often get it wrong which is hard. There are days when I feel totally ill equipped to be his mum and then I remind myself that God gave me Isaac for a reason, he chose me to be Isaacs mum because he knew that I could do it, he has faith that I can do it, I need to have that faith that even when I feel like I can't, he will bring me through the storm to the other side. So far he has a 100% track record for doing that so I have no doubt (well ok, sometimes I doubt) that he will bring me through this rough patch to the other side. There are times when I get angry and think why Isaac? There are times when I hate autism and what it means for us with a passion and there are times when I am so angry to see my little boy struggle, I get angry with God, how could he put my little man through all of this, but he has big shoulders and he knows my thoughts and how to bring me through these times, he also knows the right people to place in my life, to give you an example, when I started to go to the Church we go to, the first week we went I was getting a coffee after the service with Isaac, he wanted a biscuit and at that point he was still struggling with social speech, as the lady gave him a biscuit I signed 'thank you' and told him to sign thank you too which he did. This lady commented that he signed and I told her that he had autism and sometimes struggled with social conversation, she then began to tell me how she worked in a school for children with autism, less than 2 years later Isaac is now attending that school and this very lovely lady and I have become good friends, she is there for me when I am down and is very good at letting me sound off and listening and being a shoulder for me to cry on. That is what we call a Godincidence. God knew that she was a good person for me to meet and be friends with that is why he led us to The Bridge Church.
There are days where I wish with all my heart that Isaac didn't have autism, but he does and most days I do see it as a blessing. As I have said in previous blogs, he has taught me so much and helped me look at life in a totally different way, he has helped me to view life from a different perspective and whilst the view is sometimes a little obscured it is still a far more beautiful view than I had ever thought possible.
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