I
am a hopeless optimist…but, that does not mean that I never feel hopeless.
Having
two sons that were born with a developmental disability called fragile X
syndrome can certainly lend itself to moments of hopelessness. (for more information on fragile X syndrome,
please visit www.fragilex.org) It took my
husband and me many years of learning, patience and trials to come up with ways
to cope and to survive some of the challenges that lay before us. Seven months ago, I published a book entitled
“Becoming Mrs. Rogers”, giving vivid
details on the methods and strategies we have used successfully for many
years. This does not mean that our world
is perfect.
In
the early years, I found it easy to remain lonely behind the four walls of my
home, surrounded by only the reality of occurrences that I was too embarrassed
to share. What I later learned was that
I was only lonely until I had the courage to talk about situations that were
happening, only to learn that others had experienced them too. There was an entire population of people in
the world that had things happen just like me!
To this day, it is still hard to muster the courage to share these
sometimes difficult situations, but it is my hope that if I do, it will allow
someone else to feel hope instead of hopeless.
This story is one of those.
God
only knows what all special needs parents really go through on a daily
basis. None of it is something that
anyone would ever wish for, but it is often a grim reality.
Fall
2013
We
had our rare date night all planned out.
It wasn’t scheduled to be anything fancy; just a light dinner and a
movie on a Friday night. We almost never
go to movies because we don’t think there is one that is worth the roughly $60
it costs for the show and sitter, so we wait for them to come out on DVD. All of our usual caregivers were busy, so we
asked our long-time friend, Julie. The
boys had not seen Julie in quite a while, but we thought it would be fine since
they knew her. We should have taken a
clue and seen the signs of anxiety ahead of time, but as fate would have it, we
were in a period of complacency. See, I
think this is when fate sees its opportunity to shake you to the core and wake
you up!
Our
normal routine on any Friday night is to order take-out from Chili’s and, as
our son, Jake would say, get a “bag”. We
set up the TV trays downstairs in front of the big screen and watch a movie
while we enjoy our dinner from a “bag”.
Because this is always the routine, and we have built this structure, we
decided to keep with this routine. I
mean, why would you build a grand, awesome structure and not maintain it,
right? Before Julie got to our house, we
had it all set up, picked up and ready.
On
that same Friday morning, Jake happened to be off work because his Mentor was
on vacation. We were happy to see her
enjoy her life, but that left Jake with Mom and Dad all day, which in his mind,
is boring. At the age of 24, he loved to
work. He would rather work than run
errands with Mom and Dad. We visited the grocery store to pick up a few
essentials and then headed to lunch. We picked
a spot where Jake could enjoy his favorite tacos, so we ordered him 3. He only ate 2 and said he was done, which was
a very rare occurrence. In hindsight, I
should have seen the signs at that moment, but I guess my mind was on a break. During lunch, he continued to perseverate on
the words, “Kids”, “Kids”, demonstrating his lack of knowing what was next—a clear
sign of anxiety due to a break in his routine.
I responded with a standard, “No kids today”. I should have seen right then and there that
he was asking me what was next and what was going to happen later! He wanted to know! He didn’t know. His schedule had been disrupted already and we
were about to add to it with no clear guidance.
That
afternoon, we told him that Julie would be coming over, and asked him if this
was ok. He responded, “Yes”. During the course of the rest of the afternoon,
he continued to quiz us on the schedule, and we repeated that Julie was coming
later. We reassured him that we would
get a “bag” and that a movie was selected—his favorite, “Toy Story”, to
emphasize the usual routine with only a change in person. He would pander off with momentary
satisfaction, only to return to us a few minutes later. For years I made it the routine to prepare a
clear and specific visual schedule laying out each step of the day, using even
more care when the routine was going to change.
I had become reticent in my
routine of preparing a schedule for this occasion. Epic Mom fail. Only in hindsight do I know this to be
true. Everything was NOT ready.
Around
4:45 p.m. Julie showed up, we hugged and chatted for a few minutes, and then it
was time for us to leave and for them to get on with their dinner and movie. We all went down to the basement and got the
boys situated on the couch. Joe was on
one end, Jake in the middle and Julie on the other end. TV trays were loaded and prepped with catsup,
napkins and drinks. We said goodbye and headed up the stairs. Then, all of the sudden, and within 60 seconds
of our lost presence, we heard Julie yell, “Jake, stop!” We could hear Jake saying, “Ouch!!!” and then
Joe got into the action with a loud wail!
Chris bolted toward the stairs and barely hit every other step on his
way down. I yelled for Jake to stop from
the top of the stairs. I heard Chris
yelling at Jake to stop his apparent hitting of Julie and Joe. Then, grunting and yelling. I hurried down. Chris had Jake in a full on hold, paying
special attention to his feet as they were attempting, and sometimes
succeeding, to kick Joe in the head and face.
Chris had Jake on his back in the middle of the couch in a tight hold,
but needed help to continue the struggle.
At 6’1” and 190 lbs., Jake required every ounce of energy to
control. I got on the other side,
removed Jake’s shoes and attempted to pull Jake up to a standing position. He was ordered to go to his room.
By
now, Joe was wailing, biting his hand and looking for something to throw in his
rage. He was pissed. I was in shock and Chris was stunned. Julie stood by not knowing what to do, but
seeking a purpose. We just wanted
everyone to be safe. Chris quickly got
Jake to his room and shut the door leaving Jake inside by himself. He layed on his bed almost in a state of
hyperventilation. He was safe, although
visibly upset. I remained downstairs so
that I could contend with Joe and get him settled down. He had a reputation of destroying
things. Food was on the floor, along
with catsup and water. The carpet was in
distress. It didn’t seem to matter, but
Joe was pointing it out which meant that he was stressed about how it got
there. A moment later, Joe started wandering
around the room, seeking something to fulfill his need to tear crap apart. I
kept my distance and went to mop up what was on the carpet. Before I could even
react, Joe sought me out, rushed toward me and bit me incredibly hard on the
shoulder. I pushed him away while I fought
back the tears, knowing that if I lashed back at him it would only add fuel to
the fire.
After
checking on Jake, Chris made his way back downstairs and coaxed Joe to sit with
him. Everything was happening so fast.
Chris hugged Joe firmly, giving special attention to the sternum area
where the nerve center lies. I looked
around for a possible glass of ice water so that I could try to get Joe to hold
it and perhaps drink it. I remembered from
a previous lecture that this can be a way to shift the brain into another
mode. I found one and offered it. He took it in between his tears and runny
nose. Chris continued to hug him firmly
and talk to him about his feelings. The
one thing we both knew is that Joe was mad and rightly so. We had betrayed his trust by allowing Jake to
get to the point where he went into fight mode and took it out on his brother.
I
made my way back upstairs to see about Jake.
He was perseverating now on, “Saaaayyyy” (I’m sorry), saying it over and
over. I told him that it was over now
and we would talk about it later. It’s
done. I had to try and calm him now,
otherwise he would go through it over and over.
I knew this from years of experience, although it had been a long time
since we had seen this kind of aggression from Jake. We allowed Jake to do this without any regard
for what Jake needed to feel safe.
It
took 1.5 hours to get everyone calmed down and in a state of relax. Julie went home after hugs and words of
comfort and reassurance. Now, Chris and
I had time to sob and reflect. We held
each other as we had done many years before, and we analyzed the horrific
incident. I always have to analyze over
and over until I feel as if I can live with whatever solution I come up with. I needed to hear Chris’ take on it too. It mattered what he thought. We had to be together on this. We both agreed that it crushed our image of
contentment, and this was the hardest thing to come to terms with. Years of just going along so well, and then
BAM! Wake up call. This was the ugly side of fragile X. This was the deep, dark reality that rarely occurred
for us. It confirmed what we knew but
couldn’t admit; they boys would always need some kind of support. It was engrained into their hard wiring and
it was as necessary as breathing.
One
could say this was a behavioral
outburst. We knew better. The whole philosophy that people with fragile X
syndrome do have biological
situations that can cause such an outburst was so clear in retrospect. The outcome is usually evident when they shift
into “flee, fight or flight”. The look
on Jake’s face was clearly one of extreme fear that led to fight and an attempt
to get away. His body was in full on
defense mode when he didn’t have the evidence he needed to feel safe. The other thing that we knew is that anything
even close to this kind of behavior hadn’t occurred in Jake in more than 10
years. If it were an ongoing situation,
we might have thought differently. In
addition, we had seen this in Joe before, and while they are in the middle of
the fighting, they hear absolutely nothing.
No matter what we offer, bribe, or threaten as a consequence, they are
not capable of reason. Nothing is more
important to them at this moment than survival.
I had heard and seen this before. I knew the ugly look of it. As we sat in realization that we would not
have an evening alone, Chris says to me that, “Jake got his way”. I disagreed.
Jake is the one that lives to please us and would do anything to
conform. This was not Jake we saw. Chris knew this, but it was hard to
admit. It was the biological monster
that lived within him, and only came out when it was absolutely necessary.
I
had not provided a visual schedule to give him the 3 things I knew he needed to
feel safe; 1. What are we doing 2. How long will it last and 3. What’s
next? He was afraid we wouldn’t come
back that night. He did his best to give
us all the signs that he was uncertain, yet we chose to ignore them. We had spent years perfecting a visual
schedule that I had failed to provide.
He had no means of communicating.
Now, we were faced with the worst possible outcome. We were suffering guilt like no parent should
have to face. It was devastating to know
that the whole thing was our fault. We
knew better. We knew how to avoid this
whole thing. We had done it for many
years. Now, as fate would have it, we
needed a wakeup call. The solution would
take way longer now. We had completely
breeched the trust of Jake and Joe. Joe
did not feel safe either. He probably
wondered if we could help him at that point, since we had not done it
sooner. I wondered too. The only way to fix it would be to make a new
and concerted effort to bring Julie back in small, well thought out, methodical
intervals until the boys trusted us to tell them for how long. It would take some time. No, Jake did not get his way, and neither did
we. As we lick our wounds and swallow
our pride, we know that we can move forward.
We have no choice. We had already
seen the other side, and what a difference doing the hard work could do.
A
month later, we made a plan. We decided
that we should have Julie come over to our house in the afternoon once a week
just to chat and be present. There would
be no demand from the boys to speak to her or interact. We would chat with her because she is our
friend and she was coming to visit us.
We made the many visits positive and social. The idea was to alleviate any negative
association between Julie and the boys.
They are all important in our life, so the effort would be
invaluable.
After
several months had passed, the visits were going well and everyone was
interacting positively. As often
happens, life gets busy and the visits tapered off. More than a year later, the opportunity
presented itself to have Julie come back once again in a care capacity, and we
jumped at it. We had to try. Julie, Chris and I were all slightly nervous
but we talked about it and agreed to practice breathing and relaxing prior to
any interaction with Jake and Joe. They
can smell nervous a mile away. This was
my chance to renew and heal a relationship that I had neglected. I was at fault for the stress and consequence
that we had suffered—all of us. I wanted
it to heal and move forward.
We
all agreed on the plan to be calm. Chris
and I avoided talking about “who” was coming on this day, but focused all of
our energy on the “what”. The guys and
Julie would go to a favorite museum, then to lunch at a favorite spot, then to
Walmart to spend their holiday gift cards—all high interest places. The “who” hardly seemed important. We made sure to give them each full details
about what the day would be like down to the very last detail, but left out
“who”. This is so contrary to everything
I have done up until now, but we had to try something new for a whole new
issue.
Julie
came into the house calmly and quietly.
We greeted like we always did.
She sat down and we chatted for a few moments, almost ignoring the guys
altogether. There was no upset, no
anxiety. Chris and I proceeded with our
plan to run some errands and leave the house first just like we usually
did. Not a peep. Not a whimper. At that point, I was glad that I didn’t have
any expectations because everything was going so well!
We
returned home after several hours and shortly after the guys and Julie returned
home too. Both Jake and Joe were
completely happy with their “bags” full of goodies from Walmart. When I asked how their day was, they both
replied, “Good!” Julie smiled and I
could see the utter relief on her face.
Many months of apprehension and sadness from the loss of her presence
washed away. She and I hugged. We knew that old memory was healed and would
no longer be a part of our future. We
now knew how to overcome a new challenge that had come our way; but, we didn’t
let it be something we couldn’t overcome.
We just had to take a new path.
We just had to take whatever time was necessary to make a new memory—a
positive memory.
Now
we know that each of us is capable of filling in an injured space with a
positive one.