|Chaz 11 years old|
Sometimes I don't mind talking about it but other times (like now) I have a hard time with it. It's not because I'm ashamed or because I am in denial. Sometimes I get sad because I want the best for him in life and it kills me that I can't just fix everything for him.
|My baby Chaz|
Autism (or Aspergers) can come with bullying and he's had his fair share. There is a reason I homeschool Chaz and it's not just because of other kids. I have major trust issues even with teachers. He's had a couple of good ones and a couple of really bad ones. He's been mistreated by his teachers and been put to shame in from of other children. Do you think it's normal to have a young child depressed and suicidal? No, it's not normal. I didn't know he had a teacher that was putting him out in the hallway of his school every day with his own desk. He was told he can listen but can't be in the classroom with everyone else. He was called the school freak because not even the teacher wanted him in the room. Was I told about this by anyone? Did anyone ask my permission before doing that? Nope. I was told everything was going fantastic by his teacher and other staff members. He's been beat up, choked, mocked, etc. I can't talk about it or write about it without crying. The boy I carried for 9 months, nursed for 5, cared for, and loved, was having to leave his safe home every day and face a harsh world. I didn't know he was mentally beaten down till he started writing about wanting to kill himself. That was it for me. My boy was coming home and staying with me. He's not a freak. He may be different but he's God's perfect creation and he was gifted to me.
|Chaz (left) playing with his brother 12 months younger|
You want to know how I found out he had Aspergers Syndrome? Well, he was a pretty tough toddler and would never look me in the eye before he was five. I figured he was just a really tough kid. After all, I had 3 boys within 3 years and had my hands full. Chaz was majorly delayed in potty training and I was beginning to worry he was going to go to Kindergarten in diapers. He did have some speech issues but like I said, he was my first kid. I didn't really know what was normal behaviors. I have to admit I was relieved when Chaz got to school age. Taking care of him was really, really tough and I looked forward to that break in the day. I took Chaz to his first day and crowded in with other parents at the school. Everyone was excited that their baby was growing up. I looked around the white room and the tables and chairs that were set up. Was Chaz really gonna sit in those chairs like a big kid? Really? I had an unsettling feeling in my gut when I left him there. As I was leaving I looked back and saw his eyes wide looking at me. I figured it was just mommy nerves and left to celebrate our kids' first day with other friends. Soon after I get a phone call that I needed to come get my son because he had bit his teacher on the first day. Crud. I picked him up and brought him home hoping the next day would be a better day. The next day I drop him off but get a phone call half way through the day again. I needed to take Chaz to the hospital. Chaz kicked his teacher, ran from her and then ran straight into a metal door splitting his head open. Really? He must've been freaking out. I called Charles and he came with me to the school to pick him up. Was Chaz freaking out and crying? Nope. When I went to pick him up from school he was just smiling and happy to see us. He was calmly talking to us as if there were no hole right in the front of his forehead. It was so deep we could see his skull and he wasn't even complaining. The school called and said that there are only 3 strikes allowed and Chaz already had his second. Being that Chaz has only been to school 2 days, that didn't leave a lot of room. I pulled him out that day and enrolled him in another school.
|You can see the scar where Chaz was stitched up|
|Chaz 8 years old|
I've made mistakes along the way with trying to stumble along different paths. Do I put him in a self contained classroom? NO. I discovered that he copies behavior and since the rest of the class was pretty wild, cussed, and threw tables and chairs, Chaz would also do these things. After a year of that mess I found a different school and wonder of all wonders I found an angel of a teacher. She just happened to have trained to work with Aspergers kids in New York for 3 years. NO WAY! She taught regular first grade and said it was no problem whatsoever to teach Chaz in her classroom. She taught me everything she could about Aspergers and how to help Chaz. She was an angel teacher and I wish I could go back and give her a big hug for everything she did. She took one of the times of my life and made it feel like it was gonna be okay. She gave me the confidence I needed as a parent to help him. Chaz no longer was rolling on the floor but doing very well. He was given a seat in the front-left. He was still sitting with the kids but much closer to the teacher's desk. He was given a visual schedule and 5 minutes warnings before each task was to be done. He was given an assistant to sit with him during math and language arts hour to help him focus. Chaz was given more breaks and was even allowed his own snack time. Since his legs were more sensitive than usual the teacher bought a cushion for his chair he had to sit in every day. This lady UNDERSTOOD Chaz. I will always be so grateful to her. Unfortunately when kids advance in grades they change teachers. It pretty much went downhill from there trying to find teachers who could work with Chaz. I think most of the problem is just ignorance. If teachers don't understand Aspergers then they aren't going to know what works for them. I communicated as best I could but often was just treated like my son was naughty and he just needed to be punished.
|Chaz and I 2009|
I didn't have the best support. Some said I would ruin his life by pinning Aspergers on him. Some felt I just needed to spank him. One lady at church even went as far as to say my son was demon possessed. Yeah, that one hurt. Charles and I felt very alone in our journey and really didn't even know whether or not we were gonna medicate Chaz. After trying for a week of medicating Chaz and seeing him actually get worse, we never medicated since. So far our stance is that we will only medicate if he becomes a danger to himself or anyone in our family. Over the last 6 years I've gotten advice from so many people who tell me what I need to do. Not one of them ever had to deal with someone who had Aspergers but I know they were just trying to help.
|Chaz's best friend Dexter also has Aspergers|
Yesterday I was at a Behavior Health center and was able to talk to someone about Chaz. I told the man that I needed a new doctor for Chaz but was very hesitant. He asked what my fears were but I drew a blank. As I sat there in silence for a minute, I realized why. So many people I trusted had actually hurt my son more. Even though there were a couple of good teachers and a good doctor in the mix, he's dealt with a lot of bad. I've been holding my son in a protective embrace and have a hard time opening up to trust someone with my son. I know this doctor can help Chaz, but what if he does what another doctor did? His original doctor that helped us get so far was one day just gone. I wasn't given a warning at all. He was assigned a new doctor who was very cold and didn't care to talk to me at all. He talked to us for 10 minutes and try to change Chaz's diagnosis all together. He knew nothing about Chaz but wanted to just get us out of there. I left and never went back. I know it's time to find a new doctor that can work with us but I'm gonna have to open up and talk about everything again. This will be good for us since as Chaz gets older we deal with new issues. I hate that he can't make friends and that kids give him funny looks when he tries to talk and relate with him. I'm happy he made friends with another boys that has Aspergers. I wonder how he will be as a teen or ask an adult? All those things I worry about but I try not to. I just have to take one day at a time.
|Our family at the Science Center 2011 (Chaz top left)|