Symptom 4 5, 6, 7
Anyway I’m getting ahead of myself now, So she can walk now, she is well over a year old and beginning to “play” Or more appropriately put, annoy the hell out of Her brother . What ever he builds she follows and knocks down, She kicked apart or ran off with it, She would pick up objects and smash him over the head with it. She followed me everywhere. Was not content to just read a few books, Or play with some blocks whilst I done some washing or some hovering. She wasn’t interested in any TV Programmes. She would rather do the housework with me. Even if I sat down to play with her or read her a book, her attention span was so limited she would just run away and bash Him again. She would bang on my bin with wooden spoons, she would get tissue paper and stand for ages wiping the condensation off of my windows. She would lick them! In fact she used to lick a lot! She would spit all over herself when she was frustrated like a dribbling type spitting. Her growling was awful.
She used some words when she was little, Not Many but could say mumma, dada and a few others but by the time she got to about 18 months – 2 all I heard was grunting, screaming, scowling and the most prominent noise she used was a growl. You knew when something was wrong because all you could hear was her growling at someone. There were hardly any words anymore. She had regressed! (Children regressing in any way is a big thing where autism is concerned and the diagnosing criteria in some cases) Still at this point I didn’t even know a lot of the symptoms, I mean I had read up about it but just knew the ones that all the website were listing and not the ins and outs.
At some point I said to Kenny, “im going to the doctors with her, her behavior isn’t right somehow, she was different. She didn’t understand right from wrong. Nothing had meaning to her. I tried the naughty spot, I mean we were there for two weeks and still it was taking 100 times to get her to stay there and even then it was only cause she had fallen asleep haha! So we gave up.
I think she was about 2 years when I finally went to the doctors about her behavior. I had taken the quiz, I had read up about autism, A LOT. I went in there and I told the doctor all about it. We had already had two diagnoses in the family by now, both of Her cousins. One was diagnosed as classic Autism and the other Aspergers. I told him the history and all her symptoms and her behavior. Actually saying it all out loud to someone was a relief and I didn’t realize how long that initial appointment would take. I felt stupid. She was smiling, she listened, she done some things I asked of her, and she was social. But I just knew in my heart that it was deeper than those things. And then the Doctor listened to Her chest because she had a cough and I asked him to make sure she was ok, at this point was restless and just wanted to become the doctor. She took his stethoscope, which he happily gave up for his sanity I think and she climbed on his lap, pulled up his shirt and started listening to his chest. OMG I was so embarrassed. She was overly social (more on this later) So the Doctor listened and there are a few things I’ve left out of this because it wouldn’t be fair on Her to plaster it all over the Internet . But she had some symptoms that are quite sensitive. The Doctor wouldn’t refer us to CAMHS he said it wouldn’t be fair to send a child this age to a mental health service because it would stay on her record for life and he didn’t want to hinder her future!!! I though ok fair enough. It scared me a little. Was he saying she was mad?? I didn’t quite know but anyhow we were referred to the Health Visiting Team who was going to come and make a visit and spend some time doing some observations on Her.
Symptom 9, 10 , 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 and so on………..
So at this time I was Pregnant again with Mooma. It was about March/April when they started visiting so I was about 20 weeks pregnant. I was shattered. Absolutely worn out to my core. Kenny would walk in the door at 5pm and I would hear his key turn and I would quite literally be passed out! He would have to do dinner and bath and bed. I used to nap in the day too. How you ask me? Well by this time she had an obsession at this point. It was a 20 second video of herself singing baa baa black sheep. Or trying too, It’s the cutest video in the whole world. But I would give her my phone and she would play it over and over and over again for about an hour. If she couldn’t watch it she would breakdown. Shw was so full on at this point, all her and S ever did was argue (nothing changes) But I tried to help him understand but he was only little. I shouted a LOT at this point. I’ve never smacked my children. But I used to loose my temper with shouting badly. All day every day all I did was scream at them. I hated the sound of my own voice. I hated myself. Every time I went to bed I would spend at least an hour beating myself up for shouting. S had withdrawn from me completely at this stage. I had alienated him. He was put second. She was first. Everything I did it was for her to keep her calm, to stop her screaming. She screamed and he got told off! I couldn’t help it I was in a really bad cycle. I thought he was intelligent enough to understand. He was. But I shouldn’t have dealt with it this way. He may have been intelligent enough but he was kid too. He wasn’t allowed to be himself. He was trapped inside a house with a pregnant screaming neurotic mother and Wildchild. Says it all really doesn’t it. I will never forgive myself for him loosing two years of what should have been fun, memory making, exploring the outside, free, years. I couldn’t breathe. I was lost!
She was a lovely HV so kind. Could see that Lolly was hard work but openly admitted she couldn’t pin point anything particular because of how social she was. She was so social. When the virgin man came round to install the TV she asked him if he had a willy!!! Then when he was leaving she asked for a kiss. I just had to explain to her that he was a stranger. She didn’t have a clue she had tuned out and was bashing Her brother again with the brand new remote!
She used to ask people a lot if they had a mini or a willy! I’m not quite sure why. But looking back maybe it was a literal thing. When she was first noticing her brothers body parts were different I had explained that boys have willies and girls have minnies. Maybe she was just wondering if it was a boy or a girl! She used to get too close to strangers when talking to them and really stare at them. I used to have to move her back a few paces, and she did this with her friends too. She is still the same, completely unaware of personal space.
She had become very violent by now. She rarely hit me anymore though. I think she knew I was the one and only person who knew her and was able to get her or do for her what she needed. But one day as we were playing on the floor she was quite happy but she switched very suddenly and stamped on my belly! It was excruciating. I was so upset. I had had miscarriages before so It made me really reallyparanoid. Most of her violence was aimed at Kenny and she used to punch or slap him round his face so hard. One time I saw it and I realized why she was doing it. It was because when he was speaking to her he was on her level looking her direct in the eye. It made her uncomfortable. No one should ever ever make anyone with autism look themdirectly in the eye. Unless they want to. I don’t care if they want respect or whatever it is you just don’t do it. She didn’t like it. He was invading her space and at this time her eye contact was sparse. He stopped doing it. She stopped slapping him. And actually her eye contact is brilliant now unless she’s having an “AUTY” day. Sometimes she can appear normal to us and other days its so obvious its unreal.
So the HV came and listened and watched. She played games with Her and all She wanted to do was take her notepad and pen and draw on her pad. (again nothing changes)
Eventually after about 9 months she referred us to the pediatrician. But she said a definite NO to Autism.
She had her own special routines she liked. It wasn’t anything specific in the day time but our bedtime routine was very specific. I would give her a bath, put her pj’s on and get her milk. Then I would lift her up and do ‘rock a bye baby’ and when the cradle fell I would drop her into her bed and say good night kiss and then immediately leave the room. God forbid I got any of that routine wrong because we would have to start all over again and she wouldn’t be getting to bed for hours!! This was when she was still in her cot. At 2 ½ by the way.
She has severe Sensory sensitivities. She hated her hair being brushed. Would scream so loud I was worried my neighbours would call social services. Actually I’m surprised no one already has she has some lungs on her that girl. I mentioned to the HV about Her hair and she decided to test it. Bearing in mind id already done it so it wasn’t knotty, Andshe’d given Lola her pad and pen so Lola was in role play heaven. She proceeded to brush her hair, and I swear She did not even murmur!!! Geeesh give me a break eh?
Her sleeping habits had properly deteriorated by this time. There’s me like just about to drop 9 months pregnant and She was up and down all night screaming. She couldn’t communicate with me. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. But she went to sleep fine, out like a light and then 20 minutes later she was up screaming and this lasted until well into the early hours. Again I just bloody well got on with it, maybe I was still on auto-pilot at this time? Who knows. But after a while it got to me. I started getting ratty at her in the night. I was like a walking zombie. That didn’t work. So I just held her and laid her back down when she was asleep again. Half an hour later I’d do exactly the same thing. For months and months and months I had not had one full nights sleep. Kenny couldn’t see to her because if she even heard his voice in the middle of the night all hell would break loose.
So we were referred YAY!!! Surely the proper professionals would see what I saw??
To be coninued ...........