Change

Change is hard. Growing is harder. Growing and changing at the same time... well that's just painful.

Yet that's exactly what I'm doing.

It wasn't really my intention. Anyone who's every truly known me knows I traditionally resist change. I don't like my routine altered, even a little. I have never seen the point in growing because, well, that's a change. Change alters routines. I don't like my routines altered. See where this is headed? Rinse, lather, repeat....

When I was younger I made it work with my ninja like cunning manipulation skills that I didn't even realize I had. I found (and married) a man who didn't require me to change or grow at all. I lived in childish ignorance and was quite happy there.

But, see... life doesn't really work like that.

Each baby changed me just a little bit. Maybe it wasn't really noticeable at first, but it was happening. Had I noticed it was happening I probably would have fought it. I didn't do change.

Regardless, it was happening. And the behaviors started. Followed by the diagnoses. One child after another, like a row of dominoes being knocked down. The more dominoes fell the more I insisted that I could do this alone and that I still wasn't going to grow. I wasn't going to change.

Did I mention I've been accused of being stubborn?

Where am I going with this? Hell if I know... I'm rambling again.

Around March I woke up one day (almost literally) and realized how incredibly lonely it was not to have a solid extended family. My children were missing out on so much. You know why? Because that's exactly how I designed it. Not really consciously, but I did. I wrapped us in a cocoon and kept us safe from the possibility of rejection. Its one of the same reasons I make sure to minimize my interactions with the general public. I take online classes at the local community college. Why? Because social interaction is seriously exhausting. Really, this post is becoming exhausting.

Then I ended up forced into taking a class in person. Trust me, this was NOT my idea and I was not okay with it, but I really had no choice. Low and behold, I did just fine. It was uncomfortable and it was exhausting. It was beyond challenging and I missed a few days, but I made it through and got an A.

During the weeks that class was in session I got a phone call inviting my husband, children, and myself to a social event. The call was completely unexpected, just a few days notice. The polite decline was on the tip of my tongue when I suddenly decided that we could, and should, try. More than that, that I WANTED to try. That I wanted to try for ME. Not just for my beloveds, but for me too.

We went, we did well, and we were invited to visit again. And we have received another invitation. I'll admit this one seems a bit bigger and has me a little more nervous, but we were invited again. The rejected I feared hasn't come yet. Know why? Probably because the rejection was only in my head to start with.

Step by step, day by day, sometimes simply hour by hour.... that's how we're making it through. Today marks 12 days smoke free for me. I have two semesters left of my Associates degree and then its on to my Bachelors degree and I think I decided today that there is a Master's degree in my future. I spent a few hours today locked in fascinating research on Reactive Attachment Disorder and that is an area that needs FAR more attention.

Life is good, friends.

How are you making it through?

Winter...

... needs to go away.

Seriously. The blizzard was cool, its been awhile since we've had that much snow at once and the kids thought it was amazing! Aside from that, winter has been cold and uncaring this year.

Joelene's been sick on and off for what seems like weeks now. Nothing major, just annoying. The boys and I now have a massive cold. I'm drowning in school work for 5 classes and 2 of those are accelerated 7 week classes so I've literally barely had time to breathe. Add to that Peter's "angry" meltdowns and Beth's spikes in anxiety over yet another project at school (this would be project number 3... the anxiety is getting worse with each project) and the boys' sudden and unexplained fear of dogs we've owned for a year or more... yeah its been crazy.

I've only made it out of the house for quick store runs, my husband's weekly appointment, or the inevitable runs I have to make to the school every couple of weeks for Beth since November. My own health is iffy mostly because of stress coming at me from all directions.

So I started simplifying. I am making an active effort to stretch every hour. I've damn near tripled my water intake. I've simplified my nightly prayers/blessings because it was taking over 40 minutes a night to get through what I wanted to and I don't sleep all that much as it is so I needed a new game plan there. I like the simplified format better and nothing really had to be cut down.

I've been spending some time inbetween school work researching ways to cut expenses. I'm going to grow our vegetables this summer, we're going to eat very light this summer and focus on hitting sales to stock our freezers for the winter, and we're going to slim down birthdays and Christmas to fun but financially responsible.

I really need the spring to come back so I can get outside. I really feel better overall, and so do the kids, when we're outside. The girls are much more stable in mood, temperament  and mental health when they can spend most of the day riding bikes and playing in the yard. We all benefit hugely from being out in the sun!

The sounds of silence...

I haven't had much to say... for awhile there wasn't much going on.

To be honest, that was awesome. The kids were holding pretty steady. I, however, wasn't. I was very lost in a quiet depression I wasn't sure how to get out of. I watched as some relationships started drifting away because I wasn't able to put in the effort to hold them close. And then there were the couple of relationships that didn't drift anywhere because those people weren't about to let me drift away, whether they realized it or not. It was a pretty eye opening month in that respect.

My classes started back up and I read something in my Human Growth and Development class that shook me a little bit. It was a study about how a mother's mood affects small children. It scared me a little actually. The kids were doing so well and I was worried that if I stayed in my quiet and depressed mood I would inadvertently launch them into a depression and lets be honest, Beth doesn't need any help in that area. I started making small changes. More time on the floor playing with cars, more time playing video games with the kids (instead of watching them play), I've been teaching Joelene to crochet (Beth has no interest), and a renewed effort at guiding play between the boys. What I discovered is that we all were happier. There was more laughter, more fun, and less arguments. The kids were cooperating more. I was starting to enjoy life again.

We've had some major gains this month, aside from that. Xander is articulating so much better. He's questioning everything and showing a huge desire to learn. He's affectionate and silly. Instead of hurting our small animals he's loving on them. His sensory issues and temper issues are still significant and he is still not gaining in academic skills but verbally he making huge gains. He's also eating better foods with no fight. And he's growing like a weed. I can't believe my littlest one is going to be 3 soon!

Joelene is being not quite so devious. Since she's started crocheting she's redirected her focus into her craft. She's trying harder to be patient and working harder at her social skills. She's blossoming under the collaborative problem solving we are using, and she's made huge strides socially in school. She's turning into a little lady... almost like she's 7 going on 17. We still have a good amount of work to do on appropriate relationships, boundaries and attachments but I really have hope lately that she's going to have a great future. She's already thinking about college and a career.

Peter has had a few setbacks. He's having "angry days" at school. We aren't at all sure where the anger is coming from or why and his teacher is pretty concerned too. Right now we are all working as a team (home, school and therapist) to help him work through this. Anger isn't something Peter has had an issue with in over a year so its very worrisome that something is bothering him so badly. When he isn't angry, however, he's the sweetest little boy.

And Beth... my sweet Beth. She's made many gains at home when it comes to telling us how she feels. She's able to give herself a break when she needs one and the psychotic episodes have settled down quite a bit. The meltdowns and manic episodes have become far less and much more manageable and I am able to prompt her into breathing exercises. This is huge for her. During the school week, though, she's having extreme headaches (possible migraines), reflux, occasional vomiting, and serious sensory issues. We have pretty much pinned those down to stress reactions. We are still working with the school to come up with a way to make school a bearable place for her. One of the challenges there is that she holds it all inside and waits until she gets home to fall apart. Today was report card day. This child had a damn near perfect report card and literally melted down and decided she couldn't eat pizza at school for 1 week because she didn't get all A+'s. A's weren't good enough. They had to be A+'s.

And that's our update. Its mostly sunshine... and that makes me truly happy. Yes, at least two of them have severe mental illnesses. Life isn't miserable. We are constantly growing, learning, and expanding ourselves. We have our setbacks and our down times. We have our nights full of nightmares, our psychotic episodes, our violence, aggression, suicidal ideations, migraines, and refusal to eat. But we get through those times one breath at a time and those times make these quiet (mostly) pleasant times so much sweeter.

Positivity... Part 2

According to spell check, I made up the word positivity. Either that or I butchered the spelling so badly that spell check has no idea what I'm trying to say. I like it, so I'm keeping it. That solves that issue...lol.

I follow quite a few blogs on a regular basis. Craft blogs, autism blogs, and mental health blogs... and that's only a few examples. What I've noticed about a lot of them is that they tend to focus on how hard things are. Let me make something absolutely clear before I continue here. Things are hard. So incredibly hard sometimes. The hard parts have to be shown, those parts are so important in order for people to understand what it is truly like to live the life we do. I value those blogs, those raw and incredible blogs, very highly.

That being said, I don't really have many times here where things are that hard. We don't need crisis intervention. We don't need psych hospitals, residential treatment centers, medication cocktails, or restraints. My children don't have many moments of violence or aggression (those moments do happen, just not often), they have never had any active suicide attempts (a LOT of talking about it, never attempted), and Beth has never been so lost in her psychosis that we couldn't reach her. I consider these things blessings but I do recognize that its very possible that we are living on borrowed time with these things. I take each day as it comes.

Two of my children do have regular self-injurious behaviors. One has near paralyzing bouts of anxiety. Three of them have sensory issues so badly that even basic normal activities have to have back up plans. Occasionally Beth's hallucinations and paranoia will get so bad that she will literally be unable to shower by herself. She will stand there under the water and just sob that she can't and that she forgot. Those are just a few small examples.

So yes, things can get hard here too. So many blogs cover the hard times though that I am going to focus more on our successes. I will touch on our hard times. I will touch on my sadness sometimes because I am human and sometimes I feel hurt or sad too. Most of all though, I'm going to remain positive. I'm going to show our silver lining. Because as this new year approaches I am going to do everything in my power to remain positive. I want to see if blogging regularly, and in a positive light (at least balanced with some rough times) helps me stay in the right mindset to correct some of my health problems. 

So bring it on New Year. I think I might actually be ready this year!  

Positive...

Yes, I am positive things need to change.... or keep changing, rather.

See, for reasons I simply can't put my finger on 2012 changed me. It wasn't a quick, hard, and fast change. It was a gentle, slow, and "oh wow I didn't even see it coming" change. I realized it sometime Christmas Eve after my own private pity party. I said it on my Facebook... I see 2012 leaving and I like what I see coming in 2013.

I have worked hard in 2012, to the horror of a lot of random people (mostly people I've never actually met in person), to keep Beth off of psych medications. She just turned 8 this past summer and I am simply not comfortable giving her these medications I have read about that are most commonly used and am not comfortable at all with them being given to my child. She does have high levels of anxiety, auditory and visual hallucinations, and disorganized thought patterns but she has responded very well to non-medication interventions. We don't discourage her coping methods at home. For the most part her hallucinations have been friendly and she's been able to keep the "bad voices" at bay, or come talk to me if they start to overwhelm her. We had our handful of scary hallucinations, really down times, and really scary moments but we made it through okay and those were the exception and not the rule. Should the time come where the status quo changes, we will make that decision but we do check in periodically with our med doctor and so far she agrees with our technique.

In order to keep her off of the medications I've had to do a drastic overhaul of my thinking. Lord knows I'm not perfect and I make quite a few mistakes. These mistakes have been learning experiences for all of us. Beth knows that Mommy can only handle so much at one time. Especially when Xander is in destructo-mode (which is 95% of the time), Peter is melting down because Beth and Xander combined are causing an over-stimulation for him, and Jolie is singing loudly to drown them all out. The girls and I are learning how to step back and wind down and in turn are able to work together to teach Peter how to. We are trying with Xander. He will pick it up in time.

When I'm not fighting off a cold I use certain scents of incense to help me focus and feel calm. I've also been using certain yoga poses. I do puzzles with the kids, Xander and I play cars, Jolie does a lot of coloring, and Beth does a lot of reading. The kids use Angry Birds to focus and unwind and I use crocheting and Bubble pop games. We have made so many great strides in 2012!

One thing I realized is that at some point in 2012 I stopped focusing on what I don't have and started to focus on how to get what I need. I don't sit around and complain about what I lack anymore. If I need something I do my best to find ways to provide it or provide for it. I'm learning how to ask for help. I'm learning to trust in myself in order to trust in others. One of the things that has stood out to me is that the more often I keep my attitude and mindset positive the better I feel in general. Its not a natural state for me, however, (which is sad to say) so it takes a lot of work and effort to stay positive and that can be exhausting. Its something myself and our therapist is working on with Beth too. Beth and I are learning together how to value ourselves even though we both find so many positive things about each other.

Its so exciting how much there is left to learn!

2012

2012 has been an intense year. A year I haven't really kept much, if any, written log of.

I wanted to. I knew I should... but I held back everytime I thought about it. I came up with a thousand different reasons why I shouldn't share our story. I still have some of those concerns but mostly I think I was just afraid of opening up. Going forward I want to combat that fear. I want to be open and keep a journal of our experiences.

I follow some blogs with some regularity. Some of people I communicate with, others because their story touches me. Some of them are careful to hide their children's names, or their locations... others share their locations and names with no issues. I probably should take more care to mask my children's identities but the truth is that this is the internet. Anyone who really wants to find out who they are is going to. And why someone would want to go through all that work really baffles me. Most of my readers already know that anyways... ya know, all 10 of you...lol.

So 2012....

We danced with child onset schizophrenia, anxiety, emerging personality disorders, autism, and ADHD. We struggled through speech delays, sensory issues, cognitive delays, and ongoing destructive behaviors. We struggled with self harm, aggression, and pathological lies.

But.... that didn't define us. That was not all we did.

We crochet owl hats, other hats, scarves, santa hats, and many failed projects...

We went to the beach.

We had play dates and formed bonds with friends who understood that we weren't going to be "typical".

We started to form bonds with each other in meaningful ways (we still have our moments, but I'll take the good when I can get it.)

We learned to ride bikes.

We got kittens!!

We sang with the school chorus.

We did so much more, as a family and separately. I went back to school, took an advocacy class, learned a lot from a few of the best friends a girl could possibly ask for, and learned not to expect anything more from someone than they are capable of giving. I know who will be there for me no matter what time, day or night, that I need them. Now I just need to learn how to ask for that help when I need it.

So wrapping up 2012 I find myself encouraged. The road will be rocky and hard but there is so much left to learn and that is really exciting!