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

 

 

 

final days of freaking out

it’s saturday, people. saturday as in tomorrow is sunday and the day after i am finally flying across the ocean! needless to say i am going nuts over here. i had a small meltdown yesterday when i was packing my second suitcase. whatever i did, my clothes refused to all fit. i packed, unpacked, repacked – nothing worked. and when i realized that the tears came.

i have done so much to downsize, heck, i went from a whole apartment to two boxes and (my plan anyways) two suitcases. well, seems like all of that was not enough just yet. and that realization made me cry.

the solution is mailing yet another box and while that is neither terribly bad nor the end of the world the fact that all my planning, all my efforts were not yielding the result i wanted is frustrating.

anyways, i guess what i’m trying to get at – and this is an advise i am giving especially to anyone who is planning something similar –  is that it is a very emotional and strenuous endeavor to move to another continent. despite downsizing i have way more things than i thought i had and it takes much more time to get everything organized. not just the stuff you want to bring and ship but also all the administrative paperwork. whatever you think you’ll have in the end: double that. whatever amount of time you think you will need: double that! this will be a much more realistic view of what is awaiting you.

to think i have all that awaiting AGAIN me once i am off the plane isn’t terribly exciting. i just want a little house elf who will do this for me, who unpacks and hangs my clothes, who magically turns my wrinkled-up clothes into perfectly ironed ones. if there is such an elf please send him/her my way. thanks!

i’ll spend this weekend with family and some final packing and with freaking out. sounds like a plan, right?!

franzi

i am a godmother!

i am a godmother!!!

sunday was a special day for me. not only did i skip my medication and thus avoided the ever occuring snot fest (oh, disgusting. a sinus infection is NO FUN and not intended to be presented at big family events) i also became a godmother. yay!

when i was asked about becoming max’s godmother about 8 weeks ago i was very humbled. it is a huge responsibility and chance. i was a little worried about the ceremony since it was a church event and i had no clue about how and if i would be included in the ceremony let alone what to say and when. but it worked out just fine.

max was a great sport and did not cry once during the 1.5 hour long church service. the party afterwards was with the other 2 godparents, family and friends. the only downside was that i was the only one there who did not have a child. i know i mentioned this a few times but geez, mothers (and fathers) why on earth is there no other topic you can talk about? i mean, i understand that some exchange about kids happens, that’s only normal. but oh my…that afternoon was kids/parents/pregnancy talk nonstop.

i know that many parents once they become parents change their circle of friends until it mostly consists of mothers and fathers just like them. so when you already have these friends why, upon meeting strangers and familiar faces alike, is it these same topics all over again? are diaper rash or breast feeding or nosebleeds really such insatiable topics of conversation?

i don’t mean to be rude to parents reading this post. i guess my mission is to show how exclusive a heard of parents can be sometimes.

anyways, back to the topic. i am a godmother, i need a godmother handbook that goes beyond giving presents! ;-) and even the giving present part i’m not doing well right now as i still did not finish the blanket that i planned for max. i my mind, as usual, it’s all ready. in real life…about a quarter done…lol.

franzi

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