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Why You Probably Think I’m a Bad Mom, and Why I Don’t Care

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Daddy was making a speedway run.

“Do you want anything, buddy?”

“A donut”

The donut does have sprinkles but it’s frosting? White. This is unacceptable.

I feel my son’s energy change. Watch as his face falls. Tears fill his eyes. I register his distress.

I know what comes next, so what do I do?

I fix it.

I melt chocolate chips and “frost” the donut. I douse it with sprinkles. I do all of this knowing that my son will pick off the sprinkles, leaving the rest uneaten.

I am well aware that the vast majority will see this as bad parenting. I am also aware that a good portion of the population would see my son as spoiled…a brat.

Here’s the thing, my son is PDA. My son has a nervous system disability where something as seemingly small and insignificant as the wrong frosting on a donut is registered by his nervous system as a survival threat. A threat to his very life.

I know that if I don’t allow him to complete the threat response in a way that allows him to feel a sense of safety, that threat will stay in his nervous system. These small, seemingly insignificant threats can add up to big trauma for my son and others like him.

Given the cumulative nature of the effects of these threats on my son’s nervous system, I know that before long my son will be gagging every time he eats, vomiting often, his nervous system in such a sensitive state that he cannot handle food. I will be unable to get him to bathe, possibly for months at a time. His sleep will become restless. Meltdowns will occur daily.

These “small” threats can prevent a PDAer from accessing survival needs. These threats are very real to a PDA nervous system. PDA is a nervous system disability. My son is disabled, so, yeah, I will continue to spend my days accommodating him. I will allow him to use equalizing to come back to a regulated state. Even when it looks ridiculous. No matter who believes me or who doesn’t. Even if you see me as a bad mom.

Congratulations, he’s autistic… You wanted support? There is none

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Last night, I dreamt that I had breast cancer. The message in this dream was very clear and the same message I have received in various forms over the past few years. I need to focus my time and energy on myself, on the things that regulate me, if I am to survive. I’m order to do that, I need more support.

This past week, after searching for almost two years, my son finally had his autism assessment. In case you are not aware, it is ridiculously difficult to find a professional capable of accurately diagnosing autism if you don’t fit the current stereotypes, i.e. you can make eye contact, are empathetic, or “too” social…PDA adults and children are notoriously hard to diagnose.

The assessment itself went well. The psychologist spent the majority of the time talking to me, asking me questions. The rest was spent asking my son questions while she watched him play. While the whole thing was dysregulating for my son, he did really well and was able to engage as needed.

I won’t receive the report for the assessment until I’ve fully paid for said assessment (a few months) but the psychologist indicated that she agreed with my evaluation of my son, that he is autistic with a PDA profile. She then began a bit of an explanation of the report that I will receive and asked a few questions about my indicating that I was hoping for recommendations for support.

On one of the forms that I had filled out prior to the assessment, I explained that I was looking for recommendations for therapists that are able to work with PDA children. Due to the nature of the PDA nervous system, most therapies recommended for autistic children are not appropriate for a PDAer, they only make things worse as they threaten the child’s autonomy. I’m in need of support. Are there ways that I can better support my son with eating? Potty training? And possibly more importantly, if the information about how to best accommodate my son is coming from a professional and not myself, I feel it will be better received by the other adults in my household and that would hopefully lead to more support for both my son and myself.

The response from the psychologist? I’m sorry, I know this is not what you want to hear but there really isn’t any support. There aren’t any local therapists that are able to work with a PDA child in an appropriate and Neurodiversity affirming manner. She said that she will double check with her boss but…😬🤷 Her recommendation was to find a good therapist for myself (have one) and join online support groups (already joined). I don’t think I even need to explain how fucked up this is. So, not only am I not receiving enough support in my personal life… Everyone who supports me is tapped out themselves, they need more support. But also, there is no support available on a professional level?

This blog is not incomplete because I don’t have the desire to work on it. It has been under construction for over two years because I lack the time and energy. Between my illness and my son, there is nothing left. Even as I write this now, I’m sitting in the bath tub, stealing time from my very important for my healing meditation routine. If we aren’t able to look to the so called experts for help with our children’s (or our own) disabilities, where are we meant to turn? If society is set up in a way that drains us all so that we are not able to support each other, what then?

My hope is that with spring and summer coming, and my son’s love of gardening, I will soon have more space and time. But what about when winter rolls around again? This is not sustainable. Not for myself and not for so many others. What are your opinions? How can we form community that allows for mutual support? What ways are we able to lessen the load on ourselves and others as is? As always, comment below.

Educated

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I just finished reading Educated by Tara Westover. I’m not really going to review the book, other than to say that it is well written, and interesting. I would have liked more description of emotion but as we’ve discussed before, that’s a me thing. The book is good. I would recommend it. I don’t actually want to talk about the book though. I want to talk about the thoughts the book inspired.

Towards the end she, Tara, has a conversation with her mother where she felt seen, finally. Without getting to deeply into the story (I don’t want to spoil anything), this conversation sparked an internal shift in Tara. Upon reflection, she realized that the shame she had carried throughout her life wasn’t about her life circumstances, it had much more to do with the messages she received about herself, her worth, her identity, through her parents words and actions. Their refusal to accept her for the whole and unique person that she is.

This got me thinking about the weight we carry as parents. The responsibility that we have to our children. And the almost hypnotic power our parents tend to still have over us as adults. I’m not sure we ever fully get out from underneath those wounds.

The chances of my own mother ever fully seeing and accepting me as I am is near zero. I’ve accepted that and that I have to be that source of acceptance and validation for myself. I was going to write that I’m not sure I know how to do that, but no, I am sure that I do not. It’s something that I struggle with constantly and I’m sure will to some degree all of my life.

How, knowing the affect our parents have had on us, do we go about parenting our own children? I understand that it isn’t possible to not cause your child any damage, but I definitely would like to minimize any negative affect my unhealed parts have on my son and maximize the affect of the opposite.

I don’t know. I’m struggling here.

As I’ve talked about before, my son is autistic, PDA profile. I’ve finally (after about two years of searching) found someone who should be able to accurately assess him that I can afford. My hope is that she will be able to recommend appropriate support. Even with support, I’m having a hard time seeing how I can find balance in my life. Balance between his needs and my own.

I’ve recently seen a few videos about a study done on the effects of parenting a PDA child on the parents (link to first video in the series) and I received this comment, “PDA tends to be the hardest parenting, a 110% job”, when emailing about my son’s upcoming assessment. Both of these things were highly validating.

I’m not going to sit here and complain. I am so grateful for my son. It took me twenty years to get him (long story, I’ll save that for another day). He is my miracle and I love him so much. But…In this society, with the lack of support given to any and all parents, how are we meant to not only survive but thrive as parents? To give our children the best of ourselves so that we can stop passing down these old wounds that no longer serve anyone? Please, comment with your thoughts and experiences.