Patience and Understanding

I've waited a week to write about this. My emotions are still raw. I'm trying so hard to practice the patience and understanding I want others to give Bambam, but honestly I'm struggling with it.

About a week ago, one of my "friends" approached me to discuss an incident that occurred at her house 2 months ago. We were at a gathering that included kids, about 8 total ranging in age from 7 to 13. As she told it, the kids were all in the room above the garage (with no adults present) when Bambam started throwing things. So one of the 13 year old girls thought it was a good idea to LOCK HIM THE BATHROOM. At that point, one of the other 13 year old girls tackled her in order to prevent that from happening (I love that child). As you can imagine, a whole fiasco ensued.

So my "friend" said that basically Bambam, wasn't welcome in her home anymore as he caused this incident. Um WHAT?!?! I have sooooo many issues with this I don't even know where to begin.  

The most obvious issue is since when is the victim of a bullying incident the one to blame? And make no mistake this is a severe case of bullying. There is NEVER A REASON TO LOCK A 7 YEAR OLD SPECIAL NEEDS CHILD IN THE BATHROOM. Adults go to jail for that shit. YES, I'm mad.

I gave her this analogy: if there is a bullying incident at a school and another child stops the bully with violence, the school would never call the parent of the bullying victim and tell them he wasn't welcome at their school anymore as he caused the violence. It is ridiculous. Not to mention that in this case the victim is a 7 year old, with significant developmental delays. And the other kids are 13. Really? Your going to blame the weakest link? The one who has no way to defend himself? I am so disappointed.

She then suggested that we get a sitter and leave Bambam at home whenever we have gatherings that include kids. Um yah, because social isolation of anyone different is always a good answer. I think that has been tried a few times over the years. Most of humanity usually has a problem with it.

Look, I get that including Bambam is not always easy. He's big, and noisy, and physical, and can easily get disregulated and loose control of his body. Words often fail him so he uses actions. I get it more than anyone else, I live with him 24/7. I understand that we are asking a lot of our friends, and our friends kids to include him. I know that it takes a healthy amount of patience and understanding to to do so. And maybe we're asking to much, I don't know. But the answer is not excluding him. It just isn't.

Bambam loves other kids. He asks to play with kids every day. When we tell him we are going somewhere, his first comment is "Kids will be there? I play with kids?". He would never purposely hurt another child. There could be a number of reasons why he was throwing (although this part of the story is inconsistent between kids, some say he wasn't out of control at all) but it would never be with the intent of harm. And we've told all the other kids  that if Bambam is struggling then they should come get me or Mr. Fixit. Its our job to monitor him. We are happy to stay in the same room with him when ever it is necessary. Or temporarily remove him from a situation that is getting overwhelming for him. There are many positive ways this could have been handled. And yet it wasn't.

So here I sit not really knowing what path to take. I'm mad and sad and disappointed and discouraged. Because if I can't ask my "friends" to offer the patience, understanding, and accommodations necessary to include Bambam, then how can I ever expect anyone else too? Sigh.

Hugs and Loves

For years, Bambam has greeted me first thing in the morning by asking for a hug. I'm not sure when this started, it must have been somewhere around 3 years of age when he began using words. Every morning He comes downstairs with arms stretched out saying "hug". Bambam is a sensory seeker. Deep pressure calms him. I think this is his way of grounding himself before the onslaught of the day starts. And of course I comply. Because what mom doesn't want to start the day with a big squeeze. It is awesome.

For the past 4 years, everytime I get my morning squeeze, I say "I love you". And for years it was answered by complete silence. And then, as words came for him, he would respond with "I like you". But he never said the word love. I often wondered why. I'm sure he could pronounce it, he says much harder words. My (probably flawed) reasoning is because he didn't understand the abstract meaning and how to apply it. The word like is used much more frequently in our everyday language. I like toys, I like playing, I like brother, etc. But love is not used as often. So it is harder for him to learn how to use it.

And then one day a couple of weeks ago when I said "I love you" during our morning squeeze, he looked at me and said, "I love planes". Progress! I was so excited as I also recognized that every autism parent needs to have thick skin and not be offended easily. I mean really, who wants to hear "I love planes" in response to telling them "I love you"? Well, I do as it means progress. He does love planes, he was learning how to use the word love.

This morning during our morning squeeze, I must have been a little distracted as my "I love you" was delayed. And I was rewarded by my little man saying "I love you". And I cried.

My 7 year old son said "I love you" for the first time ever today. 

Best. Day. Ever.