Sunday, July 15, 2012

Unexpected

Summer has had its highs and lows for Princess and Birdie, as expected.  When spectrum-y kids go from a highly structured daily schedule like school, to a loosely scheduled, mostly by-the-seat-of-your-pants daily routine, things are bound to be unpleasant at times.  I know I could make life more predictable for them, scheduling every moment of every day if I wanted, but (and it's a very big but) I feel I would be doing them a disservice if I did.  My little ladies have to learn flexibility and adaptability somehow, and honestly, school isn't always the best place for that.

Princess trying to look happy about the 100ยบ weather, Birdie-- not trying

As much as it pains me to do it, I intentionally sabotage our day on occasion (not much, but some) in order for the girls to "practice" dealing with things not going their way.  I may rearrange the events on our Summer Schedule, for instance, and do Wednesday's activity on Monday-- "accidentally".  I may get to the library a few minutes before it opens so that we have to wait to get in. *gasp*  I may offer mac & cheese for lunch, only to "discover" we don't have any in the pantry.  I may invade their ever-sacred personal space without asking, or "accidentally bump into" one of them, so that they have to practice dealing with unauthorized contact appropriately.

You may think this is mean or uncalled for-- that I shouldn't do things that I know will probably lead to some sort of emotional meltdown-- but I believe it is the only way for them to understand that the world doesn't end just because "unexpected" things happen.  My girls need to practice dealing with these unexpected events in a safe environment, one where they won't be judged by their peers and teachers for how they handle themselves when they are unsettled.  This safe environment practice is also a courtesy to all of those folks who don't have to be present (classmates, teachers, kids on the playground, strangers, little old ladies at the supermarket who mean well but don't know when to shut the hell up, etc.) while Princess and Birdie learn to handle things in a socially acceptable way.  Translation: everyone that can be has been removed from the line of fire/meltdown zone while my angels work through their issues.  You don't realize it, but probably own me a big thank you for my trouble.  (I accept craft store gift cards, chocolate, and K-cups, in case you're having a hard time deciding on a proper gift.)


Seriously though, this isn't my version of sadistic fun.  would gladly avoid that god-awful ringing in my ears that comes from listening to all the whining and moaning my girls so expertly perform when things "don't go right".  However, practice in a controlled situation produces better results in their behavior than anything else I have tried.  I am hoping that if I (insert one of the above mentioned unacceptable screw ups here)______________ often enough, and we practice each time how not to yell or hit or sob when that happens, eventually a calmer, gentler response will be conditioned into them.  Like Pavlov and his dogs-- only instead of ringing a bell to condition a salivation response, I am pushing their buttons to un-condition a meltdown response.  It's a lot more dangerous than it sounds-- but it seems to be working, so I will keep at my version of behavior therapy for as long as necessary.

My therapy is aggravating to both the girls, but particularly Princess.  P summed up her stress about surprises in her day-to-day by saying, "This summer is crazy!  How am I supposed to know what to expect when everything is so unexpected?!  Things should ALWAYS! BE! THE SAME!  That's what a schedule is for, Mom!" (In case you can't tell, there's a lot of whine in this statement.  And... emphasis-- by which I mean loudness.)  She has also indicated very recently (today) that I may be older than I think, because I "used to make fewer dumb mistakes."  Either she is on to my evil ways and is giving me a hard time, or she thinks I am becoming truly inept (and possibly showing early signs of Alzheimer's, as well?).  Either way, she is pretty sure the number of "surprises" this summer is a sign that I'm slipping mentally.  Oh well-- it's a small price to pay for what is starting to look like success (aka fewer public meltdowns and quicker forgiveness for perceived transgressions).  I'll take it.

So, with the girls fairly settled into their summer schedule, I will continue to find ways to throw a monkey wrench in their predictable little lives, in hopes of saving some future unwitting soul that crosses their path from getting eviscerated-- over something as innocent as a brush pass or a broken promise.  It's not a fun job, but somebody's got to do it, and I would prefer it not be the school principal or a court-assigned probation officer.  So, you're welcome guys-- I'll keep taking one for the team.  Probably forever.


FYI, I accept Amazon gift cards, too.  And cash.  You know, just in case you feel your gratitude towards me and my martyrdom overflowing.  hehe

11 comments:

  1. Hadn't thought of doing it on purpose... I in no way thing it's mean though... That being said, since my lil man is still non-verbal it's a ton of crying and screaming instead of complaining when his schedule gets changed, so I try not to, but Im sure when he's older I will follow in your lovely footsteps.

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  2. I appreciate that, Tricia. It is sometimes hard to know what the best thing to do for our kids might be. I just keep experimenting until I figure out what provides the most "painless" results for my girls, though it's not necessarily painless for me. :) I am sure you will do the same with your little guy.

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  3. Happy to connect via the Mingle. We very much understand your "accidental" routine changing! I was all about that in my autism room at school :) Sounds like you are one fantastic parent to be doing it at home! :) The girls are lucky to have you :) Again...happy to connect :)
    Cindy

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    1. Glad we found each other! I am glad to hear that someone else finds "accidents" to be the best training tools, as well. Now I don't feel quite so... experimental!

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  4. I wanted to let you know I nominated you for the Liebster Award! Here's the link to my post:
    http://www.dailymesses.com/2012/07/you-like-me-you-really-like-me.html

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  5. Thank you SOOO much for the gift suggestions! I was really struggling with what to get you. ;P

    We too used "friendly" sabotage with Riley. Just a heads up...it's now turned into actual ineptness on my part. LOL!

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    1. I am afraid that may already be happening to me, too. After years of too little sleep, it's hard to tell whether I'm just tired or less physically capable that I used to be! :) I'm going with exhaustion until proven otherwise!

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  6. I think you are doing a wonderful thing for your children...challenging them in a safe, secure environment. In the long run it will be worth the drama.

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    1. Thank you so much, Robbie! I sure *hope* that one day my girls find it useful that I am tormenting them now. It seems the only way to keep them practicing for the eventuality of being a grown up.

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  7. My oldest needs routine and schedules and expectedness, too. After years of unconsciously giving him the red cup, the unbroken cracker, the exact same amount of grapes as his brother... so as to avoid the meltdowns, I finally clued in and started throwing monkey wrenches out there. He'll never learn to deal with disappointment and change if he doesn't experience it. Of course, he experiences it at school, but at least at home it's in a safe environment where I can help him deal with it.
    :)

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