Reasons Why Having a Child with Autism ROCKS!

My son with autism, Danny, is doing great. He’s motivated at school, behaving very nicely at home and seems very happy. And, oh yeah, he’s talking! That’s right, the child who I was just writing about having never said, “mama” is now saying it along with many other things. I am done waiting for that milestone and I am so happy. I want to spread my joy. Sometimes, and believe me, I know this, it is hard to find anything positive about having a child with autism. We watch our child struggle to communicate, make connections, and navigate the world around them. But, when I got to really thinking about it, I found some wonderful things embedded in this journey. Being a mother is a life changing experience in itself but having a child with autism has made me a better person. It has pushed me to the best mother I could be and has taught me to appreciate all the wonderful things that come from being “normal.” So, below is a list of things that I would have missed out on if I didn’t have my sweet Danny.

1. The People.
I have met some of the best people because of Danny’s autism. The therapists, teachers, and other autism parents are compassionate, energetic and all around awesome people. They have laughed with me, cried with me and celebrated every tiny milestone. Also, my mommy friends with typical kids are awesome, too. They are the ones who have accepted Danny whole-heartedly and sometimes he was the first person with autism they have ever known. They didn’t freak out when Danny bit them (they were love bites, I’m sure!); they forgave me when it took me a month to call them back; they made sure they had gluten and casein free snacks at play dates and they just laughed and helped me clean when my child had a very messy potty accident at their house.
My life would be so empty without all of them.

2. The People affected by autism.
Naturally, having a child with autism, you meet a lot of other children and some adults with autism. Before Danny, I was a little frightened of people with autism and only felt pity for them. Now, I love being around people with autism. They are some of the most innocent and beautiful souls I have ever encountered. Experiencing the world with them has completely opened my eyes to some of the simple joys of life.

3. It Gives you Confidence
Parenting a child with autism is no joke. It can be terrible, heartbreaking work. I have dealt with things that made the problems I had before Danny seem ridiculous. But you know what? I did it. I fought for my child. I’ve figured out how to feed him, educate him and raise him in the best possible way. It wasn’t easy, but I did it. Now, I feel like I could do anything. I could probably slap on some lipstick and run a small country without breaking a sweat.

4. You Develop Superpowers.
Danny can be a handful. He bolts, he likes to make messes and he puts a lot of stuff that is not meant to be eaten in his mouth. After five years of being his mommy, I stop him from running off before he even realizes that he was going to run off. I can extract inedible things from his mouth with one finger without being bitten. And, I can hear the tell-tale sound of the refrigerator door being opened from the opposite end of the house. Since Danny was non-verbal until recently, I learned to read his mind. I could anticipate his every need before he even realized he wanted it. I’ve developed cat-like reflexes, catching Danny before he flips his chair over, grabbing his little hand before he runs off. All I need now is a Super Mommy costume and the ability to fly. X-Ray vision might be fun, too.

5. Faith.
Some of my readers may disagree with me, but having a child with autism has deepened my faith incredibly. I was meant to be Danny’s mother and he was meant to be my son. I know that God put me on this journey for a reason and sometimes the one thing that kept me going was knowing that He believed I could do it. I feel like God had the faith in me to give me this rare jewel of a child and I have faith that with God’s help, I can raise my son to be the man that he is meant to become.

6. An Excuse
Let’s face facts, all moms at some point or time make mistakes. We might send one of our children off to school with no underwear on and unbrushed teeth. We might snap at one of our children in a grocery store. One of our little angels might repeat a very inappropriate word in Sunday school that they heard Mommy say when she dropped a can of soup on her foot. Our houses (especially mine!) might look and smell a little like a fraternity house. We lose our patience, forget things and basically act human. Sadly, I have heard other mommies being ripped apart by other people for these mistakes. But, when you have a child with autism, most people have the good sense to keep their mouth shut, at least to your face. While I’m pretty certain that I would still make mistakes if I had only typically developing children, I think I experience a lot of more tolerance and less judgment due to the fact that one of my children has autism. While I think this is very unfair (being a mom, no matter what, is hard work!), I will accept it as a perk.

7. Perspective
I now know what a gift it is just to be able to speak. When I think of how Danny must have felt when he couldn’t get anyone to understand him, it breaks my heart. I now appreciate the ability to simply open my mouth and have words come out, simply and easily. Also, having two other typical children, I see what a blessing it is have an average child. While I wouldn’t consider either of my other boys to be just average, I don’t care if they are a football star, neurosurgeon, Olympian or Oscar winning actor. While I think it’s possible for them to do any of those things, I just want them grow up, live independently and be happy.

For now, this is all I have but I am sure there are more reasons I will discover as I travel down this road. While I never would have chosen this path in life, autism has changed me for the better and I am grateful for this. My life is full of good people, humor, joy and I am thankful for all of it.
-Alicia Ballard Westbrook

Giving Thanks for Hope

Join us for Giving Thanks for Hope 
on Saturday, November 19th, 2011, the wonderful folks at
SouthRock Bar and Grille at 830 Greenville Highway, Hendersonville are hosting an all-day event for St. Gerard House!

Family Friendly Lunch Hour
11:30am - 1:30pm Enjoy time with your kids of all ages and abilities with gluten-free menu options, live acoustic music by Johnnie Blackwell, toys and games, and an autism-friendly atmosphere!

Bike Raffle

Enter to win an awesome Mountain Dew Mountain Bike!

Thanks to Sycamore Cycles, the bike is tuned up and ready to ride!

Raffle tickets $10 each, or 5 for $45

Tickets are available now through November 19th at St. Gerard House and at SouthRock Bar and Grille.

Need not be present to win! More photos of the bike on our website - click here.

50-50 Raffle
The more entries, the bigger the pot!
Winner takes half, St. Gerard House gets the rest!

Cornhole Tournament
Gather your friends, pay per player, and decide who's the best around!

Music
8:30pm until ? Enjoy great food, the company of friends, and great music from Johnnie Blackwell and his band, the Six Toed Possum Babies, all evening!

Please come out and join us for a fun-filled day - there's something for everyone! Proceeds from the day's raffles, games, and food sales benefit St. Gerard House. We hope you will invite your friends, and join us!

Building Dedication

On Monday, October 10th, many of our friends joined us for a
dedication ceremony. Bishop Jugis blessed the crowd,
and then the grounds and all the rooms inside.

Here are a few photos from the event:

students and teachers take a break from the regular school day 

to take part in the ceremony

friends and family join the celebration

Fr. Nick, Fr. West, and Bishop Jugis 

prepare for the ceremony

thank goodness the rain held off

Caroline does a reading during the ceremony

Bishop Jugis blesses the crowd

Fr. Nick assists as Bishop Jugis blesses rooms in the Grotto

while Fr. Nick and Bishop Jugis were inside blessing the building, 

the children lifted their voices in beautiful song

the crowd listens as the children sing

Caroline and Ms. Breerwood 

handsome board members and supporters 

of SGH wear puzzle-piece ties

we also  made it to the paper! click here for the 

hendersonville times news photo gallery of the event

Click here to see even more photos on our Facebook page.

Thank you to everyone who continues to support us in all ways!

And So We Wait...

For all the other moms who are waiting with me, especially Stacy, Moranda, Marie, Caroline, Jennifer and Kelly…

When Danny first started school at the Grotto, one of his programs was waiting. To teach this skill, the teacher would show Danny a toy, a ribbon he liked to play with or sometimes even food and tell him to “Wait.” Danny would have to sit, without tantruming or grabbing the toy for a predetermined amount of time before the teacher would give it to him. Danny has since mastered this task and now I feel like I am the one who needs to be taught how to wait.

Parents of children with autism usually have to wait for many things that most other parents receive quickly. We wait for eye contact. We wait for milestones. We wait for first words. We wait for doctors to offer us answers about our children’s diagnoses. We wait for the education system to be able to effectively teach our child. We sometimes have to wait for family members to come to terms with our child’s behavior. We wait for terrifying tantrums to end. We wait for progress after starting new therapy programs/diets/medications/supplements. We wait for the time when we can take our child out in public without being stared at or receiving unsolicited advice.  We wait to have a true conversation with our child. We wait for hugs and kisses. We wait for “I love you.”

I have been living with autism for about four years now and I am still waiting for many of those things. Some nights, I dream about Danny laughing, talking and playing like a typical five-year-old. Then I wake up and still find myself waiting. I get hugs and kisses from him now and when I come to pick him up a smile spreads across his face and he comes to me. I felt like I waited forever for that one. But, I am still waiting for my sweet little son to look at me and call me “Mommy” and I feel myself growing impatient. I get angry and plead with God. I’m not asking for much, no miraculous recovery or even a full conversation. I just want Danny to look at me and say “Mommy.” I hear other children, including my own typical boys, saying it, “Mommy, mommy, mommy” and I don’t understand why Danny can’t, why he won’t just say it.

My husband also waits. Danny has never called him “Daddy.” Sometimes, too, I think he waits for me. For his wife to quit cycling through the anger, joy, sadness, hope and despair that comes with having a child with autism. He waits for me to finally let go and trust someone else with Danny so we can have a weekend away. Even my other sons wait. They wait for Danny to play with them. They wait for Danny to call their names.  They wait for me while I’m taking Danny to therapy and while I’m attending meetings about Danny. My family waits for Danny, my family waits for me.

Living with autism is like a master class in waiting. We learn to wait for our child, for our sibling. We bide our time and believe that one day all those things we are waiting for will happen. While we are waiting, we learn how to, bit by bit, pull our child out of the fog of autism. We advocate for better education and demand answers from the medical community. We patiently explain autism to neighbors, to other mothers at the park and to complete strangers at the grocery store. Sometimes while we are waiting, we discover the unexpected joys and fullness that come from knowing a person with autism. While I’ve been waiting, I’ve met the most extraordinary people I know I would have never known if Danny didn’t have autism. Even though I am still waiting, I have some great people to do it with.

I will probably be waiting the rest of my life. The road ahead of Danny is long and hard. But, the one thing that I want my son to know is that I will wait for him. Whatever road Danny’s autism takes him down, I will be waiting to see where it goes with hope in my heart. 

Meanwhile, in Knoxville...

Click here to see Wild Wing Cafe in Knoxville, and the fundraiser they're doing for St. Gerard House tomorrow at the Tennessee / Florida Game!

End of Summer Blues Festival - This Weekend!

Join us this Saturday! Bring your friends! Come on out for as long as you'd like!

This Month's Parent Support Group: Grief

           At this month’s parent support group at the St. Gerard House, the topic will be grief and acceptance. I have invited a guest speaker, psychiatric nurse Anne Robinette, to join the group and share her knowledge about working through the grieving process and coping with the array of emotions which parents of children on the spectrum experience after a diagnosis. The main reason I decided on having grief as a discussion topic for the group is because I personally have struggled many times with my son’s autism diagnosis. There will be long periods of time where I feel fine---I have three healthy beautiful children and I am grateful. Danny’s autism feels like a minor flaw in the fabric of my family’s happy life. Then something will happen. Someone will make a thoughtless comment. Or, Danny will have a particularly bad day full of tantrums and odd behavior. His birthdays are particularly hard for me as they are a reminder of how the time Danny and I so desperately need to get him developmentally closer to his typical peers is slipping away. These things seem to take my breath away. I feel like I’m starting the grieving process all over and that I’ll never fully accept Danny’s diagnosis.

            After a little bit of googling, one model of the stages of grief that came up the most was the Kubler-Ross model of grief.  This model had five stages: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance. I know that I have personally experienced all of these stages at one time or another in the three years since Danny’s diagnosis. At first, when his pediatrician mentioned the dread “A” word to me, I thought it was impossible. Danny occasionally made eye contact, he didn’t spend hours a day lining up his toys and so what if he wasn’t talking yet? He’d talk eventually. I refused to see what was in front of me for several months and I still kick myself for it. I still feel denial. I look at my son and think that it is impossible that he has autism. Maybe it was something else, some strange temporary glitch and he’ll wake up the next morning talking and laughing. Deep in my heart, though, I know that it is highly unlikely that this is the case.

I tend to linger in the anger stage. I get mad at myself for past decisions I’ve made concerning his treatment. I get mad at my family for not being as understanding as I think they should be. I get angry at people who stare in the grocery store. I get angry at people whose families have never been touched by autism. I get angry at God for giving me what sometimes feels like an impossible task. I get mad at Danny for being difficult or ill-tempered even though I know he can’t help it. I just get mad and stay mad. I don’t feel like I’ve done much bargaining because, honestly, I don’t have much to bargain with. I do remember, though, during those first long nights after his diagnosis lying in my bed wordlessly repeating a prayer of “Please, God, please, God, please God” until I finally fell asleep.

Depression is another old acquaintance who calls me up and tells me that I can’t do this, I can’t possibly raise this child, that my marriage can’t survive autism, that my other typical children will always be overshadowed by their brother’s autism, that everyone thinks I’m a terrible mother. While my anger energizes me and pushes me to find other ways to help my child and spread autism acceptance, the depression completely saps me. I want to stay in bed and pretend that autism is something that happens to other people’s children. Acceptance is also something I struggle with often. Of course I accept my son and I accept this journey that we have been placed on together. I also accept the huge impact that autism will have on my family. But sometimes, I get tired of accepting things. I don’t want to accept all the missed milestones. I don’t want to accept that my son might not live independently. I don’t want to accept that he might not go to college or get married. I want him to have the same opportunities and dreams that I did. I want him to experience the kind of love that a mother, father, or brother cannot show him. I struggle with acceptance because it can feel like giving up.

            Right now, I am in a good place. Danny is doing remarkably well and I feel like a lot of the hard work that has been put in with him is paying off. I have some wonderful friends who share this rocky road of living with autism. The St. Gerard House has also been an amazing place of support and renewal for my family.  Today, I can look at Danny and see what a blessing he is. I am grateful for the ways the autism has molded me and how much it has taught me. But, I know, from past experience, that I may not stay in this place much longer. Something might throw me back into the spiral of denial, anger, bargaining, and depression. I want to learn how to cope with all these and quickly find my way back to this good place. Hopefully, we can all share with each other how we get through our differing stages of grief and find joy in our crazy lives.

-Alicia Westbrook

Our New Home

On July 25^th, the beautiful new building that now will house the St. Gerard House, Grotto ABA School and Immaculata Preschool was completed. At the same time, a mother’s vision and desire to help others in her community was fulfilled. As a mother of two children affected by autism, Caroline Long, the executive director of the St. Gerard House, saw a need in our community for autism awareness and support for families affected by autism. After assembling the best possible team to help her fill this need, the St. Gerard House was created and now, almost a year later, there is a building to house this team and it perfectly fits the unique needs of the families they serve.

            When I first entered the new building, I had some apprehensions. The little house where the St. Gerard House was previously located was very close to my heart. It had been my safe harbor in the storm of living with autism. I thought the new building would be too sterile, too businesslike and lack all the friendly warmth of the last location. As I toured new building, my worries faded away. It was bright and cheerful with plenty of sunshine streaming in the many windows but at the same time calming and serene. A statue of Our Lady of Lourdes sits in the lobby, reminding all who enter of the deep faith which drives the mission of the St. Gerard House.

As I walked into the part of the building which houses the Grotto School, I was amazed. The center is the open with the children’s cubbies along one wall and a small table to one side where the students have snack and do other group activities. Branching off the center room, like spokes off a wheel, were rooms specially designed to meet the unique needs of the children the school serves. There is a fine motor room, a book room, a dramatic play room, a gross motor room and a small outdoor classroom. While I was blown away by the thoughtfulness and careful consideration that went into the design of the school, one detail brought tears to my eyes. Hanging on various walls are poster size pictures of every student at the Grotto School, including my sweet Danny. These pictures reveal what drives the directors, the teachers, the staff, the volunteers and families of the St. Gerard House: Giving these children, affected by a seemingly hopeless diagnosis, hope. Looking at the beautiful picture of my precious son, I realized that this was still my safe harbor, my home.

-Alicia Westbrook, Parent

Wish List and Thank You!

Hi Everyone!

We are gearing up for Phase II of the move at the end of the week, and the Preschool will begin in the new building next Monday! Very exciting!

Along with a big move into a new building, school and office operations are challenging without the proper supplies and equipment. To see our wish list, just published on our website today, please click here: St. Gerard House and Grotto Wish List

As always, we are SO grateful for all of our volunteers and donors, who give so much of their time and resources! We appreciate each individual who has touched St. Gerard House with a generous spirit. Without this support, St. Gerard House would not be able to offer quality services to children with autism and their families.

Thank you!

The Move: Phase I

We were able to move most of our offices into the new building this week. 

The process went very smoothly, and much more quickly than expected,

thanks to some incredible friends from all over - including 

Immaculate Conception, LifeTeen, and Kiwanis.

Some of the Gentleman movers and the fruits of their labor: 

the big (very big) beautiful (heavy) meeting room table 

Beautiful

This is where St. Gerard will live

View through the arch

There's a desk in an office!

View from the stairs

Teachers have their first Grotto School meeting

in the new conference room!

We are excited to have offices almost ready to work in!

We plan to be able to move the preschool into the first floor

within the next couple of weeks.

More photos to come!

St. Gerard House Nearly Finished

Check out this great article about us, written by Jessica Goodman in the Hendersonville Times News today!

St. Gerard House nearly finished

We can't wait to move NEXT WEEK!

Let there be light! And sod!

Fence is gone, asphalt is down...

..and we have sod!

Gorgeous!

Is that LIGHT inside?!

YES!

The reading nook

 

View from the porch

LIT exit sign!

the LIGHT in the conference room

Big classroom painting

Fixtures

How exciting to see porcelain and metal!

Kid's bathroom with beautiful tile and a cute tiny toilet!

Light switches and door knobs are in

The porch

The windows can open now!

Closet with gorgeous doors.

Floodlights are installed

Big-kid bathroom

Spot the fixtures!

Community Foundation Grant

Community Foundation of Henderson County

Awards $10,000 to St. Gerard House for Autism Awareness Program

HENDERSONVILLE, NORTH CAROLINA, May 25, 2011 – St. Gerard House has been awarded a grant of $10,000 by the Community Foundation of Henderson County.

The grant will be used for a Community Action Awareness Program, which will help provide training for and raise awareness among professionals, parents, and the community.     

“In the 14 months since our launch, St. Gerard House and the Grotto School have served over 100 area families facing autism, through the preschool program, social skills classes for school-aged children, parent support groups, community trainings, and other various programs,” says Caroline Long, Executive Director.  “The grant from the Community Foundation of Henderson County will give us additional resources to reach more families and professionals in our community through trainings, awareness programs, and a regional conference featuring nationally recognized authorities on autism.”

St. Gerard House, founded in March of 2010, serves as a Resource Center for those involved with the treatment and care of individuals with Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) Its Grotto School currently provides one-on-one therapy for children two-and-a-half to six years old who have been diagnosed with autism. Caroline Long, mother of two children with ASD, is founder and Executive Director, and Bob MacDonald serves as President of St. Gerard House’s Board of Directors.
The Community Foundation of Henderson County supports charitable programs in the greater Henderson County area. It was founded in 1983 and administers over 400 funds with assets over $72 million.

Taking Time for Yourself as a Parent

By guest blogger Alicia Ballard-Westbrook

Parenting, in my experience, is a lot like how I would imagine being a CEO of a small company would be. In both positions, there are many demands, a lot of pressure to make the right decisions and really, very little creative control. Parenting a child with autism, I sometimes think, is like being the CEO of a company that is undergoing federal investigations, has unhappy stockholders and unhappy employees.  Oh, and another thing, there’s no salary or cushy office.  In my journey of parenting a child with autism, I’ve felt scrutinized and judged. I’ve felt a lot of doubt (usually when I’m chasing my son down to give him his supplements) that anything we’re trying will ever help him. I’ve also felt that I could not listen to one more Thomas the Tank Engine DVD as I drove him to his doctor’s appointments, therapists’ offices and school. Usually, I end the day feeling mentally and physically exhausted and not looking forward to starting the whole routine again in the morning.

Somehow, though, we all do. We all get up and make sure that our child is getting everything they could need and more. But, do we do that for ourselves? I know, in the first year or so after his diagnosis, that I did not. I threw myself into the work of parenting a child with autism--- finding the perfect therapists,  searching for the right balance of nutrition and education, and figuring out how to pay for it all. I was totally focused on trying to pull my child out of the fog of his autism. And me, you may ask? Well, I completely let myself go. I gained a ton of weight, often felt depressed and was almost too miserable to rejoice in Danny’s small successes.

After the initial panic subsided, (which for me, was almost a year), I began to notice how I looked in the mirror and it wasn’t pretty. I was extremely overweight and usually wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt. I looked tired and sad. I felt like a faded version of Alicia. Before autism, I had always loved fashion and dressing in fun clothes and accessories. I had always kept up with current events and pop cultures. While my weight had fluctuated some, I had never weighed as much as I did a year after his diagnosis. I had been a chatty and social person.  I was happier.

I decided, then, that since the autism wasn’t going to change any time soon that it was going to have to be me that changed. I started carving out time for me. I began to go to the gym regularly. This has not only helped me lose weight but it has done marvels for my mental health. I’ve found that when I’m lifting weights or struggling with the steps in an aerobics class that I’m able to quiet my mind and revel in the physical activity. I’ve also started taking the time to make sure I’m dressed and accessorized each day. If I’m having a bad day, putting on pretty clothes and jewelry, makes me feel happy.  Finally, I’ve made some great friends in this journey and spending time with them, even if it’s just drinking coffee in my kitchen, nourishes my heart. All of these things, an hour here, thirty minutes there, help me to be a better wife, mother, friend, Alicia. The time that I find for myself allows me to be completely present and focused when my children need me. Finally, it allows me to continue my fight for my son while still finding joy in this journey.

So, my question to everyone is: are you taking care of yourself as a parent? How do YOU maintain your sanity and joy in this crazy life?


Join us and other parents at St. Gerard House on Thursday, May 26th at 6pm as we share more ways to take care of ourselves! 

We've Got Color!

beautiful tile

a two-toned pre-k classroom

pickle green

stack of doors

cabinets!

dramatic floor for dramatic play

our upstairs source of vitamin d

parts of the ceiling are in

more storage space

almost there!