12 years later life comes full circle

this past week i was at a presentation of robert naseef, a psychologist who specializes in care for families affected by autism. he has quite a unique perspective because he is also a dad of an autistic boy. they got the diagnosis in the eighties and since then have come a long way.

him being able to combine his professional self with the part of being a dad has resulted in him having tremendous insight into families and the individual roles of family members and how these shift, change, are being redefined after the autism diagnosis.

i am reading a few blogs about autism, among them flapiness is because of a personal experience 12 years ago that has never let me go.

back then i was 18 and working as an au pair. the boy in my first host family was (prior to my arrival) described as “having difficulties with learning” but never did the parents mention any diagnosis. when i arrived and saw M on my first morning stimming in front of the computer my first thought was “oh my god, it’s rain man”. now, i know how bad this sounds but you have to keep in mind that i was never told what was really going on with M and the only thing i could relate his behavior to was the movie. and did i mention that i was 18 and looking at 12 months of caring for a boy with a disorder i had no clue about?

my mom sent me a little book (which took 4 weeks to arrive…mail was slow and 9/11 didn’t exactly speed things up) and in the meantime i got to know M and his behavior. i really came to love him and i was so thankful for his therapist he saw once a week who included me in the sessions and explained some of the behavior and what i could do. it wasn’t perfect and it wasn’t (looking back) nearly enough and i made so many mistakes. but the parents were barely there. the mom was always around the girl (2 years younger than M) and would basically ignore M and the dad would have a very strict and structured approach to M’s tasks and behaviors. there was a lot of tension in the house, and a lot of cold. it was very emotionless. to this day i remember how strange i thought it was that the parents never held hands, never kissed (not even a peck on the cheek), that there was no love in that house – just an atmosphere of functioning.

i eventually ended up rematching because i never clicked with the host parents. i didn’t understand them and felt like they had no interest in me, despite me clearly stating in my application that i wanted to be with a family who was looking to include the au pair. i felt like i didn’t get what i thought i would and also working with M was tough – managable but tough. i remember one of my friends said that whenever she sat next to M she got nervous because he made her nervous. she didn’t know how to handle his stimming at all (whereas i was able to see beyond that). so i know i was patient and really tried with M but i ultimately rematched because of the parents.

now back to dr naseef and his talk. he made me realize what my host parents went through. they had a first  born, a boy, a perfectly cute baby and two years later a girl, a perfect match. and suddenly all their hopes and dreams are taken away by a diagnosis of asd – autism spectrum disorder (they did know the diagnosis, just preferred not to share it with me until about a month into my stay, long after i knew what was going on). for many families the grief and anger and bitterness and disappointment over the diagnosis eventually changes into acceptance. at dr naseef’s talk i realized that my host parents were still stuck in the grieving stage. they were so affected by the diagnosis that their relationship was just a shell, their family life was just a shell. whenever i thought (or said to friends) that they are fake they were indeed just playing their “outside role” for no one really knew how they felt on the inside. and sadly enough they as a couple were not able to confide in each other. they fought their own battles, stuck in grief.

with dr naseefs words spinning in my head i feel very sorry for my host family. not because of asd but because they didn’t have the tools and/or the help to overcome the burden of the diagnosis and look ahead. the mom projected her hopes and aspirations onto the girl (who is now going to the same college mom went to and doing the same sports mom did – yeah, i googled…lol) whereas M stayed behind.

i feel sorry for thinking many bad thoughts and for the bad things i said about them without understanding what they are going through. if i had known i may have been able to make it work. but then again i think we still weren’t compatible but i may have pulled through for the kids’ sake.

now, they were mean to me. they told me i wasn’t welcome in their church anymore (which up until that point i had attended with them most sundays, i even attended choir practice sometimes), and i was cut out from any other family activities (not that there were many to begin with). i was communicated with via post-it notes and they made me pay for food they bought for me (eg they asked me if i wanted to put anything on the grocery list, i said apples would be nice, they’d take that off my 139$ weekly pay check).

while i still remember how all this meanness hurt me i now understand a little bit about the pain they were going through.

sometimes life comes full circle and it had to take 12 years for this circle to close.

franzi

 

 

 

this is me, 7 weeks later

i know i have been neglecting this blog and while i missed blogging here is why nothing happened on here for the past 6? 7? weeks.

going back to grads school is quite a change. i thought it would be easier, to be honest. i knew it was going to be work but at the same time i had a “been there, done that” attitude about it because, hey, i HAVE  been there, i already GOT a masters degree.

boy was i wrong. what i wasn’t aware of is how much school differs from work life. at my workplace there were always interruptions, rarely did you have 30 minutes of uninterrupted focussed work.

well in grad school there is no one calling you constantly or interrupting otherwise. you sit in class for 2.5 hours and your attention is there 100% of the time. you come prepared to class and are ready to prove you are prepared. you are being asked your opinion and you sure don’t want to be the person who has to pass on a question. make that i not you.

so, i want to be prepared. hence i read. a lot. as in A LOT. yes, i knew grad school is reading  but jeez let me tell you the longer you’ve been out of school the more difficult it is to actually read so much academic literature. and since most classes start out with theory i read THEORETICAL papers. i never was a fan of that. if i may quote myself here “i rather deal with livig people than with dead ones” (franzi 2003).

so school is one thing that kept my brain occupied. the other thing is culture shock. i had one of the worst ones this time around and in a way i am still coming to terms with that. not only did i move to another continent, i also moved in with my special someone. that alone would have been enough for a culture shock since i lived by myself for most of my adult life. don’t get me wrong, i love it!!! but it’s definitely an adjustment and food for thought. would i trade it for my life before? heck no. the warm fuzzy feeling i get when i wake up next to him is wonderful (cut me some slack, will ya?! i am in love!).

the other thing i have been dealing with is time management. i’ve been reading for school and enjoying the newfound closeness in my relationship, i’m commuting to campus and to my assistantship. bottomline: i have found no brainpower to socialize. when i was ready to call people no one picked up the phone and that threw me in a loop of “no one cares about me” and that started a whole other set of frustrations…this has gotten better but i’m still working on having a normal life.

what i’m trying to say is that i gave up my live in germany, my hobbies, friends, family. and it has been a rough 7 weeks coming to terms with what that really means. i have a new life that i explore anew every day. i expand my horizon (albeit so far it tends to be a shoppig horizon). i am exploring a to me unknown neighborhood in dc and yes, that includes knowing where the stores are. ;-)

this isn’t a pitty post. i wanted this and i still want it! but it is harder than i thought it would be and i am discovering new aspects within me that are shocking and surprising and oh so much more.

bear with me folks. i will get back to blogging regularly and i will have stories to tell. for now i am still overwhelmed.

franzi

i emptied all purses and bags and what did i find?

today i set out to clear out my purses and bags to then have them ready to give them away. we’re talking about 15 purses/bags in total. all were sort of abandoned at one point in time or are only used once a year. why did i keep them? because for that once a year use where they came in very handy. i know it doesn’t make much sense to the male reader but i’m sure my female readership will understand.

anyways, so i was emptying out every pocket and the stuff i found was quite amazing (and disgusting, let’s not hide that!). i found about 15 euro in change *yay* and 12 or so packages of tissues. why so many tissues? i guess i have a cold very often or maybe i have a tissue fetish or something else is wrong with me.

i also found three fortunes from fortune cookies, two clothespins (why??????), make-up that i thought i lost somewhere on my business trips (yay, my favorite lipliner is back!), gum in various stages of decay (still in the wrapper but exposed to heat and freezing cold over the years), and a whole bunch of bobby pins. oh and of course receipts from my grocery shopping trips. i have no real idea why i kept those receipts. i guess once i hauled my food home i was too lazy to toss the receipt (especially it gets lost so easily in the depth of the purse…). i guess the content of my purses paints an interesting picture of me. i mean, a clothespin and a grocery receipt from 3 years ago and half-dissolved gum. what kind of disgusting person am i?????

while i am doing all of this downsizing for a reason i am realizing that it shouldn’t take a move to another continent to go through ones stuff and just get rid of unnecessary items. for me it feels very liberating to see how few things i really need. every small thing that i toss or give away is lifting a little weight off of me. i didn’t feel like my stuff was weighing me down until i started to give things away.

now, i am not trying to demonize having things, collecting things, enjoying the many items we all have. but what i am saying is that for me it is the right time to downsize. and maybe this post can encourage you to finally tackle that bookshelf you always tried to organize, or to toss the many knick knacks that have accumulated in the bathroom. go for it!

franzi

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