Yesterday was extremely stressful…
My husband wanted me to have the kids ready to leave so that we can shoot to Sam’s Club immediately after pulls up (to avoid the store closing on us).No Problem…So I thought:( When it was time to leave my son had a little meltdown, nothing too severe, we could handle it…So I thought again. My husband and I took both cars to ensure that we had enough space for groceries and car seats. All the kids wanted to ride with daddy even baby girl so I packed them all in daddy’s car and went into mine to follow behind.
We arrived at Sam’s Club and my husband told me that my son had been crying and jumping up and down the whole ride (he knows how to get out of the car seat…all of them). My son’s cry is not the typical kid’s cry it is extremely high pitch and annoying it sounds as if someone is beating him with a steel bar or something( I think it comes from him being non verbal and not utilizing his voice). So my husband was frazzled because he just came home from work and had to deal with his meltdown for thirty minutes nonstop.
My husband and I were extremely skeptical about going shopping with my son in this state(knowing that a meltdown can literally last for HOURS, once it lasted for about 7 hours) and having to deal with the other two young-ins but we came this far so thought we would give it a try. WHY, oh why did we do that! My son was so inconsolable, frantic, and anxious that in the middle of our attempt to go food shopping we just stopped and left extremely frustrated and to be quite honest EMBARRASSED. So many shoppers were just staring at us. Now I usually don’t mind people talking about me but I have a weak side when it comes to how people view me as a parent when they don’t have a clue about my struggles. They were just watching us as if we stole this child from someone or like we have been abusing him. I honestly felt like screaming that he was autistic just so that I wouldn’t have to deal with the judgemental stares. To put the icing on the cake after we left the store it was difficult to get him to go back in the car (the kid is like the Incredible Hulk) and once in the car he kept trying to escape. I know what some of you are thinking, ” A good spanking would fix that right or maybe time out,.” Rest assure it doesn’t work. He can’t even comprehend some of the things we are telling him and the meltdowns make it worse. Well we finally got him in the car and I followed them. After a short while I see the back door opening to my husband’s car on a major highway (my son was opening the door). I was frantic! I beeped the horn like a crazy woman and yelled out of the window telling him to pull over. He pulled the car over quickly and was so upset over what could have happened that he calmly told me to take our son and put him in my car out of fear of what he might do or say out of anger and frustration. So I obliged and quietly put our son in my car and strapped him up tightly and went home.
I want all those who read this blog to be careful of how you judge people when their kids are having so called “tantrums” because you never know the true situation of that child or parent. I use to be like that sitting on my high horse saying if that were my child I would do this and that. Well I take that back now because looking at my son you would never know his diagnosis because he doesn’t have physical features of a child with special needs. You would probably think he was a spoiled child as someone has told me before. Well he’s not and unless you walk a mile in my shoe (I take that back…a few feet) you will NEVER know how difficult it really is to have a child with special needs.
Through all that and more I thank God for him and I truly love him with my whole heart. I also thank God for my wonderful husband, a man that is noble and willing to stick with it through hard times.
Trivia Question
Question: What is the rate of divorce amongst parents of children with autism?
Answer: 80% end in divorce
It is a tiresome battle but we (my hubby and I will endure)!
God Bless
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