Are you there God? It’s me, Lisa

So the day was pretty shitty, not gonna lie. I got a two & 1/2 hour break & left the hospital & I was grateful to go do a little thrift shopping. Came back to craziness. It’s pretty much been a 4 hour meltdown. I’m tired but not as bad as the first couple of nights. My faith only gets stronger, even though I get upset. I’m not sure why, and I’ll forever be guilt ridden….. I believe in God & his work. The first night here and then tonight, I prayed for something unimaginable. Please don’t judge me, or go ahead……at this point I’m not sure that I care.

As my son was thrashing about and crying, doing his very best to talk and plead by saying please, no, and trying to express his frustration as he was being handcuffed, sedated, poked with a needle, and restrained…. I asked God to just take him. Yep. I did. It was so torturous for him, I asked God to just end it… for him… for me….there are no answers, no magic pills. I wish I wasn’t admitting this, but it is the honest to goodness truth. To see your child suffer SO DAMN MUCH, DAILY… hourly… yearly… and to keep “putting the fires out”, is exhausting. It takes it’s toll.

I have been through every therapy with consistency. I have listened to therapists, doctors, teachers… I’m sick of it. I want to throw in the towel. But I won’t.

I went to college to get my special education degree so that I could earn a living. It was the only job I could think of that I would be able to manage Preston. I could take him to work with me and bring him home afterwards (on most days). I was almost finished with my degree when he was placed at Great Lakes Center for Autism. Then two other facilities after that. This is when I realised that teaching wasn’t going to be an option. Placing P into a facility has been a huge eye opener to what I already knew but “didn’t know”. The care was going to be so much more than what I thought it would be. Especially being so far from home. I’m involved in his well being almost more now than ever before. I have to help with his plans of service in many capacities… academically, in his group home, and in regards to his health care, and therapies. It’s been a full time job. I knew it would be, kind of like you know childbirth is going to be hard… but until you do it… you dont know…. or raising a pubescent teenager, going through a divorce, being widowed, losing a job, etc etc…. It’s also harder because I have to make my decisions and judgement calls based upon the staff at his school and facility, versus my own knowledge from handling him firsthand.

So here I am at the hospital in crisis mode… im asking God to end our lives….and yet…. I still want to open a group home for the developmenatlly disabled. My parents must have dropped me on my noggin one too many times. .. seriously!!! But the truth is, if I’m going to continue to give advice, hold other families hands through crisis, volunteer for services for the special needs population, continue as long as God allows me to in the care, happiness, and safety of my son..why not get paid for it? I have a gift; and it is more than being able to make people cry ;-P

I have heard it from othr parents, doctors, therapists, social workers, friends, family, police officers, strangers, and teachers. I truly believe this. I also believe I am here for this specific reason.

It doesn’t mean I understand it. It doesn’t mean I’m not angry at God at times for such pain and suffering. I would imagine it’s the same feeling every other human has felt dealing with……possibly a terminal illness. You either come out on top a survivor, or you learn to find positivity from such tragedy and loss. It’s a choice in my opinion. I choose to fight. I will not go down without a fucking fight. I may want to die and take my son with me, but I won’t. I may be angry at God but it won’t be forever. I will never lose my faith…. NEVER.

It is autism awareness month, I am not alone in this battle. My heart breaks and a little bit of my soul is gone daily because of the hurt I see from so many friends that I have gained through autism. I will do another blog that shows a tiny sliver of circumstances. I hope you don’t turn your head. I hope you ask someone you know what you can do to help. I went MANY years with VERY minimal support and had to develop thick skin because of the judgement on my parenting and housekeeping skills & lifestyle.

I am here to tell you that at times there have been 13 people in Preston’s room here at the hospital trying to control the situation. We are the only room that HAS TO HAVE a MINIMUM of two TRAINED behavioral technicians in the room with us at all times. The second you clean up a mess another is made, then he has a meltdown, then you need food, then he needs meds, then you need to make sure his tablet is charged, then he wants a drink, then he has to go to the bathroom, then he pisses on the floor, or poops all over, then you need more clean clothes, then he gets violent because his snack wasn’t there on time, then you slip on his magazines and he’s angry because you forgot to shut the bathroom door, now he wants outside, then he wants popcorn, then he wants you to whisper and he hates the man wearing glasses, then he wants the girl who was there an hour ago but her shift ended, then the psychiatrist needs you and while trying to tak to her he pulls my hair, they call in more security and then I hear the social worker needs to talk to me. Then I feel dizzy and light headed because I haven’t had anything to eat or drink and it’s 3:00 p.m. I’ve sent my Aunt around town for countless items…. a therapy ball with pump, chips and salsa, pads, carmex because my lips are so chapped they hurt, jergens because it’s the only lotion P can tolerate and he is “rashy” from laying in his own urine from both the group home and hospital. Multiple food runs, underwear for Preston because he keeps ripping his up and he is only alloowed hospital gowns or underwear. I don’t know….what else but literally she has spent the day running errands for us.. (THANKS AUNT MRS> PINK…)

 

This is all within 30 minutes and the day continues like this. So yes, my house was a pig sty…. but did you ask if you could help clean? Did you offer to do a load of laundry for me? Did you ask if I needed my lawn mowed? Did you ask if I needed groceries? Did you? The majority of the people in my life didn’t. Yeah, Im pissed tonight about it. I’m sure it’s just my lack of sleep and my highly strung out emotions…but there are SO MANY FAMILIES that need help. Our mental health care sucks in this country. Not as much as in 3rd world countires…. but my goodness. Im a bit angry. I’m bitter. I’m pretty damn sure if every person gave up a Starbucks or their Coach bag, or giving their kids the newest latest and greatest xbox or playstations for ONE DAY…. we could help so many people. Im going off on a tangent now, but seriously.

Anyways if you judge me, have judged me, or any of my friends in the past….. Maybe you should say sorry.

You just can’t understand. We don’t expect you to. We just don’t want or need the negative judgement… we do that to ourselves enough and tenfold. Even other autism parents judge one another… STOP the madness… just like fingerprints… no two people with autism are alike. Nor are the components of our lives that add to our individual conditions/situations! SO STOP JUDGING…

For those who have supported us in ways that they could… GOD BLESS YOU!!!!!! Seriously, you helped save our lives. I don’t even know the point of this blog tonight.

I meant for it to be a huge thank you for support and instead I got angry and psycho….. shit happens. lol Love you all… I’ve got to go, P is about to get his 12:00 new medications.

Stay tuned for autism awarenes posts from my friends and you will see that our circumstance is not uncommon, unfortunately.

Signing off…. and leaving the floor where P is….. I need a cigarette and a coke then some rest and hopefully a shower in the morning. Although my Aunt insists she has some lady powder “for that”…. wtf does that even mean? OMG she is going to kill me, maybe she wont read this…lol It’s almost 1:00 now and I need to walk 2 football fields and around the hospital to smoke… good time to quit… NOT! lol love most of you…. goodnight.. Thank you for the prayers and please keep them coming!

xoxo Lisa & P!

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5 comments on “Are you there God? It’s me, Lisa

  1. Julie says:

    You have a great way with words! I have felt the same way about my son and then felt guilty for thinking it. During my sons medical crisis every decision had to have behaviors in mind. Did it slow his progress? Did it cause more harm? Yes I think it did. Having people around you constantly is exhausting having questions asked of you constantly is exhausting. Having to translate your non verbal Childs needs is too much. This is also the time you find out who your true friends are. My “best friends” can’t even text or call and check on us. But I have autism mom’s and even complete strangers bringing my family meals, cleaning my house, bringing me a case of wine 🙂 or coffee and magazines. In some ways it makes life easier to know who you can depend on and just push the others back. My heart goes out to you and Preston. Praying for the silver lining in all of this for you.

  2. Melonie Sain Simpson says:

    God bless you and Preston. Lisa, I can’t do much from so far away. But I can pray! ❤

  3. Shelley Mitchell says:

    Omg my heart breaks….Ive cried and laughed through this whole blog!! I’m a parapro for two school districts in my area. This is my first year subbing at this….and naively thought I would be more like a classroom aide. To be honest….good thing I didn’t know what a parapro did. I wouldn’t have done it…..I would’ve said I’m not qualified and special needs kids scare me. I mean no disrespect in saying that, I’m being honest in my own ignorance. Well I got thrown into it with no experience or training…just with the “knowing” that God called me to this; and I wanted to love on some kids and make them feel like they matter!! I absolutely love what I do!! Every kick, punch, scratch, bite, slap, hair pull dinosaur growl, horse nay, the I don’t like teacher, teacher is dead, the hugs, face grab so they can look at me, playing with my hair, the humor, the accomplishments, the farting, the burps….all of it!! I’m just getting into it and I don’t live it 24/7 but I just want to be a peaceful energy to the kids I work with, I want to lavish them in love, and I want to connect with them to know they Matter!! I know it’s hard Mama and I’m thankful that you have raised my awareness to your struggle, so that, I can be compassionate, understanding; and hopefully a help to the Mama’s of the kids I work with. You are BRAVE!! God knew who to bless Preston with….a Mama who would lay her life down for his❤❤

    • lisa says:

      Thank you for all you do Shelley, I started as a paraprofessional too. Ironically, because of my “training” at home with my son, I couldn’t believe how “easy” it was! Lol
      However, I do see your point! Being a paraprofessional made me also very aware of my sons acute severity, it was sad. Eventually I would have realized.
      I hope you continue to love your students with all you have. I know some days it can be hard! AND THOSE FARTS!!!!! Ugh ….. boys are gross….. autistic boys and girls are gross……er……. nose picking poop smearing fart blowing balls of germs! Lol but you’ve got to love em!!!! B thank you for reading & ty for being a caring educator!!! 😘

  4. Vanessa Sullivan says:

    Hugs. I have total respect what you are going through. I have 3 kids. Two of which have autism. Both very different. I feel lost but at the same time not alone due to lovely people like yourself. Thanks for this blog. Saying a prayer for you and your family and the rest of the world copping it because of Autism. Take care.

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