He Said What?!

In telling you about how Aaron watches movie credits, I decided to tell you about his book reading ritual.  Aaron doesn’t read books with a plot or a story-line……………at least he hasn’t read those in years.  Social interaction is very hard for him and so books with human lives and conversations bore him.  Instead, he enjoys books of facts, such as these Handy Answer Books.  He has quite a few of these books and I continue to look for new ones that he doesn’t have yet. 

When he receives a new book in a series, he will do one of two things.  He will sometimes go back to the very first book in the series and read the books all over again, saving the new one until last.  Or he will put the new book on the bottom of the stack of that series, even if it’s not numbered in any particular order, and continue reading from where he is at the time he got the book until he reaches the new one.  Either way, he usually has new books for many months before he reads them.  Actually, sometimes it’s a year or longer before he reads the new book.  One reason for that is because he will only read at night before bed.  Again, the ritual and the routine of his life.  Gary and I have tried to get him to read during the day but he will NOT. 

One morning he told me, “Mom, the book I’m reading now is strange.”  So I asked him what was strange about it and he told me, “Well, all it says right now is http.www. and then some other things.”  Then I had him show me and I saw that he was reading the very back of the book, under the “Further Reading” section.  I questioned him the other night and found that he’s still reading that section of his books – but not the index, he said.  To Aaron, this is part of the book as much as the credits are part of a movie – and so he will read every word. 

No wonder his reading at night makes him sleepy! 

I walked upstairs to get ready for bed last night and found Aaron in his room, propped up on his bed, and watching a movie on his portable DVD player.  His gaze was fixed intently on the screen and he didn’t look at me when I stepped into his room to tell him that I was going to bed.  In fact, without looking at me he held his right hand up and gave me the peace sign – his way of telling me that he hears me but is focused and wants me to be quiet. 

I did a few things and then went back into his room to give him a goodnight hug, which he wants every night.  He was still focused on that screen and so I walked around the bed, expecting to see that the movie was at a very pivotal point.  As I glanced down at the screen, I saw that Aaron was intently watching…………….the credits!  Yes – THE.  CREDITS!!!   We know that he does this but when I see him actually watching with such concentration something that most of us disregard – well, it just makes me laugh.  He totally doesn’t understand why I think it’s funny.  For crying out loud, Mom, the credits are part of the movie!  And when Aaron watches a movie, he watches the WHOLE movie – down to the tiny, miniscule print at the very, very end.  I’ve actually seen him pause the credits to go do something, and then when he returns he rewinds to the beginning of the credits so that he can watch them again from the beginning.  So amazing!

I just wish he was that thorough when he showers or brushes his teeth.

Aaron’s word pictures and descriptions of things that he sees and hears are interesting, funny, compelling, etc.  For instance, lots of our lakes and ponds have algae growing on them right now because of the heat and lack of rain.  Today he exclaimed, “Mom, we passed by a lake and there was mud growing on it!” 

I tell you, Kansas can grow anything!! 

Every year at this time we have 2 annual meetings with Aaron’s case manager and others involved in his day services.  We have to go over all his info to see if things have changed, if he’s happy where he is, etc.  We are very appreciative of the awesome professionals that we have around us that manage Aaron’s care.  They really seem to be genuinely interested in what’s best for him, not in what the state may suggest or want.  We’ve been very blessed and so far things have worked out beautifully for Aaron.

We met for lunch at Applebees today to go over Aaron’s Person Centered Support Plan.  I met a new assistant from Paradigm, Barb, and she was so kind.  I asked her how Paradigm manages to get such awesome, caring staff and she told me that it starts at the top.  The woman who manages Paradigm is very loving and empathetic, and makes sure that she staff she hires is the same.  What a difference it makes!  And Aaron’s case manager, Carissa, is also very caring.  She doesn’t want to push state directives on us but makes sure that she can do whatever possible to keep us in the good situation that we’re in now. 

Aaron asked over and over if he was going to have to leave Paradigm.  That’s his biggest fear.  He’s even had dreams about that!  Poor guy!  It must be hard to have others making decisions about your life and wonder if you’ll be made to leave the place that you love.  We kept assuring him that he was staying there but he kept asking anyway. 

He surprised me and got chicken strips instead of the super, duper biggest bacon cheeseburger that he could find – like he usually does.  But first he had to make sure that the chicken was boneless, and that he could have onion rings instead of fries.  Being assured of a yes to both of those questions, he happily ordered.  The cook forgot to make the onion rings so Aaron got the original fries that came with the chicken, and then a few minutes later got the onion rings as well.  Wow!!  He ate them both, of course, and even wanted to finish my salad when I was slow in eating it.  He actually slid my plate over in front of him when I wasn’t looking!  And I slid it right back where it belonged! 

While we finished our meeting, signing forms and discussing issues, Aaron was becoming antsy and anxious to leave.  He was reading the menus and advertisements on the table, and then excitedly said, “Mom, they have Women Tacos!!  What are Women Tacos?!”  What?  Women Tacos?!   So I asked him to show me and he pointed to the menu.  WONTON Tacos!  So glad we cleared that up!!

Helping Aaron change his sheets today reminded me once again of another characteristic of Aspergers – an insistence on sameness.  Aaron wants every wrinkle pulled out of his covers when we’re putting them on his bed, and there is one smaller blanket that must be centered.  Not only that, but he likes several blankets, in addition to his sheet, and they must be put on his bed in a particular order. 

I remember once, several years ago, that as I helped him change his sheets I decided that there was a better order for the blankets to be put on the bed.  My order made it easier to tuck the sheet and blankets under the mattress.  So I matter-of-factly showed him my plan as I changed up his plan for the Order of the Covers.  He said he didn’t like it.  So very patiently I showed him again that my Order of the Covers was a good Order of the Covers.  The same covers were included as always but in a different order.  Aaron stood there pondering and the only word that he heard, as I would soon discover, was the word “different.”  Not the word “better” or the word “good,” but only the word “different” – which is not a favorite word of Aaron’s.  He complied with my plan at that time, and so we completed the bedmaking with the new Order of the Covers.  I trotted happily on my way without giving that exchange a further thought. 

Until the next morning.  Aaron usually makes his bed before leaving the house, but something that next morning didn’t seem right about his bed and so I took a look.  AH HAH!!  After we had gone to bed the night before, Aaron got up and changed the Order of the Covers back to HIS Order of the Covers.  “Well, well, well,” I thought.  Two can play this game!  And I changed the Order of the Covers back to MY Order of the Covers.  HaHa!  That’ll show him!  Neither of us said a word that night before bed, but don’t you know that when I got up the next morning he had changed the Order of the Covers back to HIS Order of the Covers again?!  We went back and forth then for several days in our silent battle over the Order of the Covers.  Finally, though, I faced reality.  Did I really want to spend the rest of my life remaking his bed every morning?  Was this issue really worth that?  Nah, I didn’t think it was. 

I conceded.  He won the Battle of the Order of the Covers.  Good grief, I may as well admit it.  He won the whole war! 

As I mentioned in my last blog, Aaron has a tendency to describe people by their physical attributes, not by their names.  He’s doing much better with that now that he’s been at Paradigm, has stability there, and has made friends. But his old habits are hard to break!

One day he was trying to tell me who all from Paradigm went to see the movie with him.  He couldn’t remember one boy’s name and so he said, “You know, he’s the one that looks like this [whereupon Aaron stuck his upper teeth way out].  He has BUCKET teeth!” 

All the times that I’m not allowed to laugh really can’t be good for me. 

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Another characteristic of persons with Asperger’s Syndrome falls under the category of social interaction.  They tend to be insensitive and lack tact.  That’s putting it mildly.  Aaron also lacks  discernment concerning what questions are appropriate to ask someone, as well as what questions are inappropriate.  For instance, he might think it’s wrong to ask you how you broke your arm but think it’s all right to ask you how much money you have in the bank.

While trying to help Aaron understand some areas that are personal and shouldn’t be delved into with people, we drilled into him that he should never ask anyone how much they weigh.  He tends to describe others by some physical characteristic, such as saying that so-and-so has a big nose or is fat.  Therefore, we went over the weight issue many times with Aaron, saying, “Aaron, never ask anyone how much they weigh.  Especially NEVER ask a girl what she weighs.”  “How come?” he asked.  And again we’d explain that this issue is very personal, especially for a girl.  Do NOT ask a girl what she weighs!  Never!  Period!

Aaron has a friend named Tiffany at his day group, Paradigm.  They tease each other a lot.  One day Aaron came home and told me that Tiffany was sitting on the couch.  “Mom, I tried to lift the couch and I couldn’t.  Man, it was heavy!”  I gave him “that” look and he knew exactly what I was thinking, so he quickly said, “I didn’t ask her how much she weighs………………I asked her how much she EATS!” 

Gary and I add lots of amendments to Aaron’s rules. 

All parents know that each of our children is unique.  The way that we communicate with one may not be the best way to communicate with the other.  For a child with Asperger’s Syndrome – well, they pretty well re-write all of our rules.  Even though Aaron is almost 27 years old, we still find ourselves having to stop before we speak and remember the best way to approach him on his literal, concrete terms. 

An example of this fact happened several years ago.  Aaron had done something wrong – I don’t even remember what it was.  As we ate supper that night, Gary began talking to Aaron about it.  “Aaron, I know you did such-and-such today.  Let’s talk about it.”  Aaron:  “I did not, Dad!”  Gary: “Well, Aaron, I know you did that today.”  Aaron: “No I didn’t!”  Gary: “You may as well quit denying that you did that today and let’s just talk about it.”  Aaron:  “I did NOT, Dad!”  This continued on for a few minutes and soon Gary realized that he was getting nowhere with Aaron. 

There are times that it’s best just to pull back, regroup, or maybe even just drop the subject altogether.  This was such a time.  So Gary quit talking and we sat there a minute, eating and hoping that Aaron would calm down. You can probably guess what Aaron said next.  “Dad, I didn’t do it today.  I did it yesterday!” 

It’s one of those “I want to put my head in a pillow and scream” type of moments!  And somehow whatever he did – did NOT seem as important anymore. 

Every year I order a box of peaches from my friend, Nancy, here in Goddard. The peaches actually come from Colorado and arrive in Cheney at Nancy’s aunt’s house. Cheney is a small town just southwest of us. Believe it or not, I’ve never actually driven to Cheney. Cheney Lake, yes – but not to the town of Cheney. Nancy has a job this year that was going to make it very hard for her to pick up everyone’s peach orders, so I offered to do it for her. She told me where her aunt lives – just a mile and a half west of Cheney, right off of MacArthur Road. Very easy to get to! And even for me, who is sometimes directionally challenged, Kansas driving has been so uncomplicated because of how flat the land is here. All the roads are pretty directly north, south, east, and west. No problem!

Or so I thought as I left my house the morning of pick-up and headed on my way to load up my van with 20 boxes of peaches for Nancy and her friends. This is so easy, I reasoned, that I don’t need my GPS system. I don’t even need to look at my navigation system on my Blackberry or check a paper map. I’ll just get on Highway 54 and go west to the Cheney exit, go south to MacArthur, and be there in no time. The day was bright and beautiful as I drove west on 54. I drove and drove, and drove some more – until I started feeling like I was surely farther west than I should be. Had I somehow passed the Cheney exit? Feeling unsure, I got off at the next exit and called a friend from Goddard that I was meeting later for lunch. No need to check a map, I thought. She wasn’t quite sure if I should continue west or head back east, so I chose to turn around and drive back east, retracing my “steps” as I carefully watched for the Cheney exit. No exit. OK, I thought, I’ll simply turn south and drive to MacArthur.

Several miles later found me, finally, on MacArthur. I was feeling a little silly but happy to finally be on my way. I had plenty of time to get there and claim our peaches. Then I saw the sign. Road closed ahead? Surely not! That must be a leftover from past road construction that the crew forgot to remove. On I drove, saw another sign, and soon came upon – the closed road. A bridge was being replaced, it appeared. The car behind me turned north onto a dirt road, so I followed. Now I could hardly see from the billowing dust that the car ahead of me was stirring up and my clean van was soon covered in brown dirt. I bumped north over that dirt road, came to another dirt road that went west, and yet another dirt road that took me south again back to MacArthur. Good grief! I was so happy to finally see the house with the long white fence and other cars there waiting for boxes of peaches. Except there were no peaches! Nancy’s uncle said that people were in line at 6:30 a.m. so when the truck came, the peaches sold within minutes. A wasted morning? Not really – because as I drove away I had time to think of how like my life this little escapade could somtimes be.

It’s so tempting to take off in a certain direction in life, not bothering to look at our road map, God’s Word – or to stop and ask our Navigator. Oh, we think, surely this decision or this activity is very clear-cut and right. What could possibly go wrong? It’s a benign endeavor with no implications, perhaps, or even something that is honorable or helpful to others. Maybe it’s a huge decision with major implications to us or others, but we “feel” like we know the right way to take and so we head off on our own down what seems to be the straight path. However, with no map and no clear directions it’s very easy to become confused. Have we gone too far or not far enough? Do we turn north or turn south? When the road suddenly closes and we face another decision, what should our answer be? How much better it is to take the time to pray, to read the clear map of God’s Word, and wait for His way to be shown to us. “Make me walk in the path of your commandments…..” as the Psalmist said in Psalm 119:35, for “Your Word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” Psalm 119:105

Aaron has never been a fan of sports, especially if he’s the one expected to participate in them.  We endured a season of T-Ball on the military base in Germany.  Usually you would find Aaron sitting way in the outfield in the grass, picking in it and tearing it into little pieces like he still enjoys doing.  When the ball would come his way, he wouldn’t budge.  It would fall in the grass and roll right past him as he sat there watching it with a very unconcerned look on his face.  No matter that parents and children were yelling at him to GET THE BALL!!!  One season was enough for us.  And for the parents and the team.

When we moved to Wichita, we decided to take the kids to see our local baseball team play.  It was a sunny, beautiful day.  Perfect for baseball!  Off we went to Lawrence Dumont Stadium in downtown Wichita to see the Wichita Wranglers get some home runs – hopefully. We knew that Andrew would love to see the team play and that Andrea would enjoy it, but we weren’t sure about Mr. I-Don’t-Like-Sports Aaron.  We settled in on the bench and soon realized that it would take a lot of persuasion to assure Aaron that this day was FUN!  Aaron didn’t like the hard bench; Aaron didn’t like the hot sun; Aaron didn’t like the baseball cap we hoped he would wear; Aaron didn’t like the dumb baseball game; and Aaron didn’t like his ridiculous parents for bringing him to such an unlikable event!  We also soon realized that there was not enough hot dogs or popcorn in the whole stadium to soothe our grouchy Aaron.  We put him between Gary and I so we could double team – and we tried to enjoy the day.

Just down from Gary, sitting on the same row as us, was a man who was very loudly and exuberantly getting into the game.  He wasn’t drunk and he wasn’t mean, but he was just having a blast.  He cheered the players and he booed the players; he yelled at the refs and he cheered the refs; he made his own calls and he agreed with other calls; he swung his arms and he stomped his feet; and he did it all with great gusto.  And did I say that he was LOUD?  Aaron doesn’t do loud.  He had to be removed from the classroom in second grade when the class practiced Mexican music using castanets.  He called our VBS director in Arizona Miss Yeller because she would yell “Yee Haw” during our western-themed Bible school. 

Oh, and our neighbor down the row was not only loud – he was very big.  Big neck; big arms; big hands; big all over.  Big and loud!  We sat there trying to assure Aaron that he was having fun, but all the while Aaron was becoming more and more agitated about the big man down the row that was yelling and laughing all the time.  The Very Big Man.  And before Gary and I saw it coming or could stop it – Aaron leaned across Gary and in a voice meant to match the Very Big Man, Aaron glared and yelled, “BE QUIET!!!!!!!”  Gary and I instinctively jerked Aaron back at the same time and hissed at HIM to “be quiet!”  I’m sure Gary’s life flashed before his eyes.  I wondered how I would raise three kids alone.  But the Very Big Man didn’t seem fazed by any of this.  He continued having a great time, we continued calming Aaron, and I have no memory of any of the rest of that game.  I do know that our list of “Things NOT to Do With Aaron” had another addition that day.