Wednesday, November 24, 2021

I suppose it's appropriate that the first post-worthy happening in Anthony's life in over a year would be regarding another seizure. But those who have read this blog will know that can't be a good thing, since I don't write unless there is a new or different aspect to it. 

That last night's seizure was the seventh in 13 months is, of itself, certainly concerning because "normal" used to be only about once per year. And, while we think we know the triggers for some of the seizures in the last year, others were without discernible cause. Either way, Anthony has clearly become far more sensitive than he used to be. 

Based on the incident detailed in the previous post from October 2020, I have been very careful to limit Anthony's time in the shower to just that required to wash, rinse, and dry him; we even bought a high-quality foil shaver to uncouple that activity. Yet, as I was finishing drying him off last night and moments away from having him step out of the tub, I saw that he was starting to gaze blankly away from me. That quickly put me on notice, but it was mere seconds later when I recognized a seizure about to start, which it did just as I was yelling out to alert my family so they could help. 

Since I had to get him down quickly, the only direction I could do so was toward me, near the faucet. We had to pull one of his legs up to keep it from hitting the end of the tub; his big toe ended up bleeding. He does much better stretched out, but that wasn't possible in the tub. Thankfully, the seizure did not last very long, but he was still in something of a sitting position with his legs underneath and to the side. We tried mightily to lift him out of the tub, but it was impossible to get enough leverage based on his position and his utter lack of consciousness. We got a large pillow to place over the edge of the tub on which he was able to somewhat rest his head. We also got another pillow to place between him and the end of the tub to keep him from falling into the faucet. He was so clearly uncomfortable that, despite our inability to rouse him, he did briefly adjust himself a couple of times autonomically. We covered him with multiple towels to keep him warm and waited for him to awaken--thankfully, that took less than 30 minutes--so that we could get him to the toilet, and then to bed.  

As we considered what we needed to do for him going forward, I first said that I would bathe rather than shower with him despite the time it would add to what is already a significant amount allotted each night. Except for having him stand briefly to rinse him, that would allow him to be lying in the tub away from the faucet in the event of another occurrence. But then my daughter reminded me that he has never had seizures in the morning, so she volunteered to bathe him every morning going forward. It's not something I want her to have to do--my wife can't do it either because of her job--but, for Anthony's sake, it's probably what is necessary. We now just hope that the timing of seizures remains confined to later in the day. 

Saturday, October 24, 2020

Life with Anthony just became a little more difficult. I'm not referring to the ongoing pandemic, although we've certainly had our issues because of that; for instance, Anthony started to get violent at a grocery store early in the lockdown when I realized we weren't safely distanced from the cashier and attempted to move him back. Also, because of our experience with Anthony developing pneumonia without our realizing it, ensuring that we know how the virus spreads in various environments and then doing our best to adhere to that knowledge has been of utmost importance to us, but it's a tall order when there are expected interactions with others who may not feel the same way.

What just made life with Anthony more difficult in this instance was a seizure. Anthony has had seizures before, to be sure; some of them have been documented here and some have not. What made this one different was that it occurred not when he was sitting in a room, but rather standing in the shower. 

I have mentioned before that I shower with him each night; it's frankly easier for me than trying to give him a bath. I wash his hair, wash his face, and shave him, then proceed to wash my hair and face before moving on to wash the rest of Anthony. It was in the short time frame of washing my hair and face (with eyes closed, of course) that I heard what appeared to be Anthony slipping and falling outside of the tub. We have a non-slip mat in the tub, so I was surprised to hear that, but washed my face off as quickly as I could to be able to see, and then saw Anthony prone on the bathroom floor. 

At about the same time, my wife, daughter and other son rushed into the bathroom as well. I was attempting to crouch in the bathtub and pull the shower curtain around me so that my poor daughter wouldn't also have to deal with seeing her dad, but it was then that Anthony started the convulsions that we associate with seizures. Because of how he had fallen onto the floor, and because of a broken tub skirt that we still haven't replaced from his years of outbursts, I was trying to hold one of his feet above the tub, but his other was banging into tubing exposed under the whirlpool-type tub. That foot ended up with a fair amount of red marks on it, but, thankfully, no cuts. 

Fortunately, this seizure--at least the convulsion part of it--didn't last as long as some have. Once it was done and the others were tending to getting him covered as much as possible so he could rest there on the floor for a bit, I said that I would leave them to the task since I wasn't a lot of help anyway, and try to finish showering quickly. 

I was lucky that he didn't fall into me in the shower; there was no warning sound, so, if he had fallen in my direction, I would have been unprepared and likely have hurt myself badly as I fell into the faucet and wall. It also worked out well that, while he does have a red spot on his head, it appears that he didn't directly hit his head when he fell, and the convulsions may have started later than they have before. We have come to conclude that there seems to be a leaning forward that takes place before falling (with, perhaps, an associated brief loss of consciousness) that precedes the convulsions. We're glad, in this instance, that others had time to get there before they started. 

I had, in the past, indeed considered the possibility of Anthony having a seizure while taking a shower; I didn't consider it happening in the brief span of me having my eyes closed, and assumed that I would be able to catch him and get him down on the floor of the tub. But that didn't happen, so now I will be giving him a bath each night going forward. Since the tub is not large either, though, we are thinking about options for the long term. The spaces we have for bathtubs in our house are not big enough to remodel for someone who will convulse into a semi-rigid form, so we will probably need to more proactively look for opportunities to find or build a different house. 

Sunday, August 4, 2019

"Anthony has evolved."

Our younger son had just come up the stairs, and surprised us with this curious statement. When we naturally pressed him for more information, he said that he had had Anthony walking on the treadmill as we often do, but this time Anthony suddenly stepped off it while it was moving, removed his shoes, and pointed to the power switch. No amount of coaxing would get him back on.

Those who have read this blog for some time will probably understand the noteworthiness of that. I have pointed out previously--probably more than once--that his level of cognition is such that he doesn't even understand when we tell him to turn off a light or retrieve for us a particular piece of dinnerware; it's all a guessing game to him.

And, while we have also seen that he does have the ability to learn to do some things that help him achieve his objectives (such as rewinding a videotape or inserting a DVD into the machine; some children's movies have an autoplay feature), we are also endlessly grateful that he hasn't identified simple tactics to counter our efforts to subdue him when he is violently intent on hurting us.

As always, though, this sort of incident ultimately remains nothing more than a novelty to us. Perhaps there will come a time when there is a breakthrough and this materially changes our lives, but we know better than to get our hopes up.

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I realized after reviewing my previous post about Anthony cutting his head that I should have followed with an update.

We waited longer than the specified time to have his head heal before returning to get the staples removed. Nevertheless, he promptly pulled the skin apart again after returning home. Of course, the wound was no longer as deep as it had been, but staples were no longer an option. So, we went back to get it stitched up; so much for the efforts to not leave a scar.

Then, when my wife and I were on the plane across the country to begin our long-awaited trip overseas, we received word from our daughter that Anthony had caused the stitched area to start bleeding. We seriously considered returning home in case Anthony had to be taken to the hospital yet again--could our daughter do it without us? Would we need to give her power of attorney? If so, could we find some form online, sign it digitally, and get it back to her to take him to the hospital? But we were able to contact our service coordinator, who advised that that would not be necessary.

We instructed our daughter to watch to see if he bloodied the area more overnight, as he might be attempting to remove the stitches. We hoped that doing so would cause him too much pain, and that he would cease his efforts. Thankfully, he did stop and we heard nothing further regarding the issue for the remainder of our trip.

After returning home, I again chose to wait some time before taking him back to the doctor. When we finally went, we discovered that he had indeed pulled out one of the four stitches that first night, but that was the extent of it. I have been concerned that he might eventually scratch through the scar, but to this point he seems to have accepted it as just a new part of his scalp.

Sunday, March 17, 2019

The best-laid plans....

Yesterday was going to be a good day. It was Saturday! My wife and I had just gone to pick up one of our cars from getting an overdue oil change after I had finally resumed working on our tax return in earnest for the first time in about a month.  The cold I had caught overnight--lack of sleep during the week--would be nothing more than a speed bump because I was going to take a nap when I got home. Then, I planned to go to Sprouts to take advantage of their weekend 72-hour sale before grabbing a couple of pizzas to go with the salad my wife brought home from work on Friday, so that I didn't have to make dinner when she was out with our other son to see his friend's violin recital.

But, at the service center, my wife got a terse text from our younger son: "Anthony is upset." I was trying to pay for the oil change, so I said, "They need to take him to the bathroom." My wife then got a call from our daughter, so she was outside for a couple of minutes while the unusually apathetic young lady at the register fumbled through my order. When my wife came back, she informed me that Anthony was bleeding--he had hit his head on the head of a screw in a wall--and I needed to get home right away while she went on to her scheduled appointment.

Despite previous experience with Anthony, my first thought was, "how bad can this really be?" But when I got home and saw the wound, it was clear that we were in for another hospital trip despite my not fully understanding at the moment what our daughter was explaining.

My wife, with whom we were communicating via text and phone call, suggested we go to an urgent care facility rather than an emergency room (and insisted that I take Anthony in our oldest vehicle to prevent getting blood in our newer car). I asked our two other children to come in the other car so that one or both of them could explain in detail what happened, and then they could go home.

When we got to the hospital, we were unfortunately told that our insurance was no longer being accepted there as of two weeks previous. I asked about Anthony's coverage under Medicaid, but the receptionist said it covered only after first going through our primary insurance (my wife had accurately pointed out that I'm bad with insurance; I had my daughter show her card because I somehow don't even have my own).

So, we made a call to find the closest urgent care facility that accepted our insurance, and found one only about five minutes away. We got Anthony in to be examined, but were told by the practitioner there that his wound was so deep that they weren't equipped to treat it; we would have to go to an emergency room. Another call was made to verify the suggested hospital took our insurance, and we got in our cars for the third time.

I was having our daughter explain at each stop what had happened, so I pretty well had the story down by the time she recited it again for the emergency room doctor. Unfortunately, it was something of a perfect storm: Anthony had gotten upset in the bathroom for reasons we still don't know (and incidentally put a hole all the way through our bathroom wall by targeting the other side where he had previously damaged it). Our daughter (now 21 years old) got him into his bedroom and had him get on his bed. This is normally as good a tactic as any when it comes to keeping him from attacking us; he may writhe and scream on his bed, but at least he is away from us. But this time he was so upset that, from his prone position, he propelled himself back into the wall behind him to bang his head against it.

Earlier this winter, I bought some heavy black plastic to cover his outer wall both to keep him from tearing it up further, and to add another layer to the insulation inside it (some of which he had already exposed). However, when we first moved into this house, my parents had purchased thin foam layers to secure with screws into the wall to keep him from hitting the wall directly. What we found in short order, though, was that Anthony would not permit the foam to stay attached; he ripped it all off within a few months. And all of the screws remaining in the walls had been removed in areas where we might normally anticipate him to bang his head; he doesn't intentionally bend down to hit a wall, nor is it likely that he would target a spot where a screw head was evident.

But there was one screw that hadn't been removed. I can't say now whether I didn't notice it before, but it was close to his bed level. And Anthony propelled the top of his head, almost in the middle and a little to the left, into the wall, driving through the plastic over the top of the screw head. Then, as he came away from the wall, the screw head ripped through the flesh to create a 4-centimeter gash before he pulled away from it.  The immediate bleeding clearly got Anthony's attention, as he came over to his sister to have her address it, even as he was still upset and trying to hit her.

After giving the doctor the details, my daughter left and obliged her younger brother by going to the frozen custard shop we had passed on the way as a way of dealing with their "PTSD". The doctor then surprised me by saying it would be a "pretty simple fix". That fix involved the doctor numbing the wound (assisted by me holding Anthony down while he winced), then a nurse coming in to irrigate it a few minutes later, and finally the doctor stapling it together without the head-shaving we had predicted. Interestingly, although the nurse had cleaned the top of Anthony's head, nothing had been done about the blood that had dripped down the back, so after the doctor was gone to take care of paperwork, I spent several minutes wetting the towels they had around his neck for the irrigation, and cleaned him up as well as I could.

There of course is an element of shock involved when something like this happens, so I was still uncertain as to what would be acceptable to do with Anthony. Because there was not a long wait at the emergency room this time, the time of day was still around when I had planned to run errands despite the two stops prior to the hospital. And, amazingly, Anthony didn't seem to be noticeably out of sorts. So, as I was driving I thought I could take the chance with him, and we did go to the store briefly, and also picked up pizzas on the way home!

Nevertheless, one doesn't "recover" from such an incident immediately, and we were all feeling the effects of it later in the day. My wife and other son canceled their evening plans, and we all finished a movie we had started watching previously rather than attending to other things we might do. Additionally, I still hadn't had a chance to rest, and I felt like my cold was going to take a serious turn for the worse, so I lay down late in the evening for about an hour when I would otherwise have planned to shower with Anthony. Even after that, I didn't feel like jumping right up and getting in the shower with him. When I did, though, I faced more problems: of course, Anthony wanted to have his head washed off, and that was absolutely forbidden. I was trying to do what I could to wash off the rest of his head without getting to the wound, but he kept trying to dip his head into the shower stream. Also, he started trying to touch the staples. Both times, I found myself reacting with, "No, don't do that!" But the cardinal rule of dealing with Anthony is to find another way to change his behavior without saying "No!" Because I hadn't anticipated what he would do and therefore didn't think about how to react, he started trying to hit me. That's very dangerous normally for me in the shower, but potentially even more so for Anthony right now. So, I had him sit down temporarily. He may eventually break the tub as he slams himself down when he's mad, but for the time being that's the safest way to deal with him.

I was hoping that he would make it through the night and morning after he had awakened without taking out staples. I did note this morning that he probably tried to, because his fingers were bloody and it appears that one of the staples was sticking out a bit. I am guessing (and hoping!) that attempting to pull out staples would cause him enough pain that he would not be successful.

Our daughter, who has been at the center of both cases of Anthony seriously cutting himself, wonders if this isn't a blessing in disguise for her to have been involved this time as well. She noted that she wouldn't have known what to do on her own--and she did initially panic again--if this happened while my wife and I were away from home. But, having gone with me to three medical facilities, explaining what happened, and calling insurance companies has given her confidence if this happens again.

And, my wife and I do have a trip planned. It's an overseas trip that we have had planned for years. We wanted to go last year because it was a milestone anniversary, but to be on the safe side we did a trial run for three days domestically. Anthony could clearly tell then that we were not at home, because he became more of a handful to his sister and brother than he normally is. Nevertheless, there were no serious incidents. So, while this incident may have been some form of blessing in disguise, we obviously don't want anything to happen while we are out of the country. In fact, if something like this is to happen again, we have no problem whatsoever with waiting another nine years.


Saturday, November 24, 2018

We are going through a particularly taxing stretch with Anthony. Part of it is with him directly, and part of it involves him but is indirect.

The latter has to do with his daily service provider who, as I have mentioned before, is the only choice we have now because of Anthony's propensity to occasionally hurt people. Due, I suppose, to what appears to be a high rate of employee turnover (which I can't fault because it's not a job I would do myself), there are some aspects of the quality of attention given to Anthony that affect us here at home. One is that it is unusual to see him come home without a change of clothes due to wetting himself--sometimes twice in one day. It's quite rare for Anthony to wet himself here at home, and we have told the service provider what we do to get him to go to the bathroom, but we're to the point of giving up on hoping for a change.

The other issue affecting us is having some of Anthony's clothing not return home with him. Some of it is underwear; we have been baffled as to why we never seem to have underwear for him to wear and have to keep buying it. Worse than that was a coat he recently wore. We would have thought that there was a designated place for a person's coat to be hung upon arriving, but perhaps not because it didn't come back. We were grateful a couple of weeks later (after considerable badgering from us) that someone finally found it. As with many of his clothing items, we bought it at a thrift store, but I had felt lucky to find a coat there that I thought met Anthony's needs well and wasn't looking forward to trying to replace it (or spending more money to do so.)

The problems directly related to Anthony are even more difficult for us. I have written before that he takes pleasure in ripping things, and lately that has come around again to clothing, but now it's at night when he is in bed. He'll rip off his undershirt (from under his pajama top), undershorts, and pajama pants. Sometimes it's his pajama top as well, so there is almost always at least part of him bare. As it takes me a while to go to sleep, the ripping sound jolts me if I am not quite asleep, or wakes me up if I am; either way, I get up to attend to him. I had a couple of days recently where it was quite difficult to function at work due to being awakened by him in the middle of the night.

Anthony currently goes after his service provider hours with a terrific lady and her family because our work schedules are such that neither I nor my wife are available to watch him for another couple of hours. But I am suspecting that the length of time each day without being at home and a regular routine has something to do with his issues. As such, we are trying to shorten the time he is out, and we try to get him on the treadmill here at home to give him the sufficient exercise that he might not be getting otherwise.

I have also been wondering with the increasing severity of his problems if something were changing in his brain or if he were no longer responding to his current medication mix, and one or both of those appears to have been confirmed in the last few days with the report that he had a seizure at his service provider. It's been three-and-a-half years since the previous occurrence, and one of his medications was specifically designed to prevent them from happening. With this new development, we're going to try to schedule a visit to the neurologist as quickly as we can.

But I keep coming back to the idea that things would be better for him (and us) if we could keep him home. Of course, if that were easily done, I might not be writing this post at all.


Thursday, April 26, 2018

A constant issue for us with Anthony is the need to monitor him virtually all the time.  If there is food he wants to eat (that he knows he shouldn't), he will eat it. If there is something he can rip, he will rip it. If there is something that can be broken or snapped, he will break or snap it. Unfortunately, that last obsession has recently come to include razor cartridges.

For Anthony, I have gotten a handle-and-cartridge kit from Walmart. He snapped so many purely disposable razors that I had to go upmarket a bit with him. Now when he snaps the cartridge off, it doesn't actually break, and I can snap it back on. But the problem is worse for my razors.

I have settled on Harry's® razors as the best balance of price and effectiveness for myself. But Anthony has gotten increasingly aggressive recently about going after razors, including mine, and when he snaps off the cartridge, the design is such that he actually breaks it and renders it unusable. I have thought about contacting Harry's to try to persuade them to change the design, but I can't imagine the demographic of parents with autistic kids breaking their products being worth the likely-sizable investment necessary to re-tool the razor cartridge molds.

Gratefully, Harry's are now sold in some physical stores in addition to the mail subscription I have, so I can go buy more before the next scheduled shipment. But, beyond the aggravation and extra cost is of course the extreme worry that Anthony is going to badly cut himself--I'm amazed it hasn't yet happened.

I believe I have mentioned that we don't usually stay with him while he's in the bathroom; if he needs to have a bowel movement it's rather unlikely to happen without leaving him alone. But we do leave the door open so we can hear what he's doing. Generally the worst is that he will get into the trash to pull out a toilet paper core to rip. However, it has also usually been at those times that he gets up and grabs razors from the shower shelf.

Recently, though, he surprised my wife by suddenly heading to the bathroom and grabbing the razors before she could get to him. He's uncharacteristically fast when he wants to be.

So, my wife has hidden my razor behind her shampoos and conditioners. I fear it's a temporary solution and that he will figure out in short order its location.

That is, unless he's already aware and is again biding his time to bolt into action when he thinks he can't be stopped.

Monday, January 29, 2018

Anthony recently "aged out" of the public school system (he had to leave at the end of the calendar year rather than stay until the school year was over), so we have had to find a service provider for him during the day when both my wife and I are working. That's something of a tall order for us, as we've had a number of places refuse him because of his ability to hurt people when he's upset. And already with this new provider--less than a month with them--it took three people to restrain Anthony after he head-butted a fourth member of the staff there. When I heard about it, I suspected that he needed to have a bowel movement, and that turned out to be the case at home.

He has certainly had a number of these incidents at his previous school; most of what Anthony does goes unwritten here because this blog isn't meant as a comprehensive "web log" as much as it is about highlighting new issues without being redundant. But the school staff knew him well and had a general idea of what to expect. We have found that, even though we are specific from the start about the danger with Anthony, it seems each organization has to see it first hand to truly appreciate what we have told them.

In that sense, this is a re-hashing of something I wrote a few years ago after he sent a staffer to the hospital and we were then told they could no longer take him, though they had initially assured us they could handle him even with our cautioning. The difference now is that we are quickly running out of options.

Another recent issue is a morphing of an intermittent problem. We have more than enough of most kinds of clothes for him thanks to the past generosity of people at church, but lately he has started ripping his coats. I am sure that some of this is due to the change in his routine, not being at school, and being with two different service providers (one until 2:00pm and another after that into late afternoon) each day; I believe he has lost the sense of obligation to forbear doing something that provides stimulus to him. Whatever the reason, it's more serious for us than ripping shirts or pants (which he still does); it isn't as common for people to have spare coats hanging around at home as it is for other clothes that have fallen into disuse.

He had a new coat to replace a medium-weight jacket that had lost the use of its zipper. He ripped that in fairly short order, so I went to the thrift store and got him another. That lasted one day. He went back to wearing the one without the working zipper, but then ripped that as well recently. Not wanting to take a chance with his heavy winter coat, I went again to the thrift store and thought myself quite lucky to find a surprisingly decent leather jacket for $10.

As he has been destroying his coats while in the car with his second service provider in the afternoon, I informed her of this new jacket (that I hoped would be much more difficult to rip) and asked her to take it off him and put it somewhere he couldn't easily reach it. But it turned out that he tore apart this new one, sturdy leather and all, at his first service provider, the same day he head-butted one of the staff there.

Ultimately, I know that both problems would be solved if we could keep him home. It seems like a simple thing, but I'm pretty certain that Anthony prefers to be with us. Likely because we understand him better, his behavior is better with us whether it is at home or taking him outside to run errands. And I do like taking him with me to go places as long as he isn't in a questionable mood. Because he doesn't speak and it's difficult to tell exactly how he feels, my relationship with him isn't the same as what I have with my other two kids, but there's still something of a quiet joy to it that I would be happy to have more often.

On another note, I have felt for several years that I needed to write a book about Anthony once he was out of childhood, and that time is now here. This has been the plan while acknowledging the unlikelihood of such a book finding an audience of any particular size. If, however, the planets somehow align and it ends up on a book club reading list or two, that just might be enough to give me the freedom to venture into another line of work that allows me to keep Anthony home. Here, then, is to inexplicable celestial phenomena!

Thursday, September 14, 2017

My kingdom for a screw-on cap.

Anthony's obsession with ripping things has extended to flip-top caps of toiletries for quite some time now. That of itself would be tolerable except that the edges left over are sharp enough to inflict a good scratch if considerable care isn't taken in the handling of them. Clipping off the edges only makes a different sharp edge, and I'm not going to the trouble of trying to file them down *each and every time* he does this. Burning the edges is another option, but the results are inexact and, hey, I'm literally playing with fire.

For shampoos, conditioners, and body soaps, we have resorted to re-filling pump bottles of more expensive (read: my wife's) products with the suitably inexpensive ones Anthony and I use. It should be noted that he doesn't discriminate; even some of my wife's products have flip-top caps, and he's quite happy to go after those as well.

Some products such as face washes don't work well with pumps, however, and for those it's a matter of finding ones that are both worth using and also come with a screw-on cap. I have happily used one that meets those conditions from a dollar store a number of times, but it is difficult to find except at a particular location, and now it appears it might have fallen victim to discontinuation altogether. I'm actually rather stressed about this; the following example illustrates the problem.

I am taking a few days off currently. Last night, Anthony was edgy but we determined it was a bathroom issue. He didn't go after sitting on the toilet for a while, but seemed all right, so we had him go to bed as usual. When I went to get him out of bed this morning to get ready for school, though, I found that he had vomited on his bedding, including his pillow, and had slept in that so that the side of his head was covered in vomit. (As an aside, although this is the first such instance in his lifetime, obviously we don't want him to go through that even once. My wife and I are trying to think of what will work for him and for us to ensure we can minimize any future time spent in similar situations). I cleaned him up and put him in a warm bath, hoping that would help him to feel better if he was still feeling sick.

I went about some other tasks and came back about 15 minutes later to completely wash and dry him, then had him sit on the toilet because he had given me reason to feel that might still be an area of concern. I took all of his bedding outside to wash off the dried vomit, then put what I could of it in the clothes washer. But when I returned to check on Anthony, he was holding the ripped cap of a new face wash, which I had ensured he would not see me hide behind my wife's shampoo and conditioner in the shower. That meant that, despite my efforts to attend to his needs and give him comfort, I either misunderstood how he felt, or his obsession was so strong that it took priority over how he was feeling.

In the end, I will probably have to bite the bullet and pay more for better bottles or containers. Maybe I will start a Go Fund Me account....

Sunday, April 9, 2017

"Yeah, but what about Anthony?"

My wife has been working for an airline for several months now.  In so doing, members of our family can fly on her company's flights for free domestically (when they aren't full with paying customers), and at discounted rates on other carriers internationally.  My wife has already utilized this perk to travel overseas for a long-overdue visit with her family, and with our daughter to see a play in New York.  Shortly, she will travel to Boston with our younger son to bring some American history to life, and in the summer he and I will fly to Los Angeles to see Manchester City--his favorite soccer club--play Real Madrid.

But there is a common denominator in all of that: we aren't traveling as a family.  My wife has also talked about going back again to see her family and a lifelong friend, traveling to Sweden to see a friend there, and flying to France to fulfill a dream to go for a milestone birthday or anniversary.  The rest of us would also love to go to these places, and I would particularly like to go with just my wife to France since she spent a few months there before we were married and has spoken ever since about going back with me. But the discussion always comes back to, "Yeah, but what about Anthony?"

The longer a flight, the less likely it is that he will make it through without incident.  Even a trip to the West Coast for us is the same amount of time as sitting through a movie, and we don't try that.  Of course, that's a different environment; he can certainly make *some* noise on an airplane without incident.  But at issue is the inability to take him somewhere else if he gets upset.

That doesn't happen as often as it once did, but we need only look at yesterday's soccer game for our younger son as an example of the risk; we left Anthony at home with his sister rather than having him out in anticipated rain, but she contacted us almost immediately to say he was upset.  We asked her to close the laptops on the table so Anthony wouldn't target them, but she felt that if she even got up to try to do that, he would attack her.   She did eventually get him to go to his room without injury to herself, but his behavior was suspect until we were able to return a couple of hours later.

This general theme of accounting for Anthony has us thinking about how we will take care of him as we get older as well.  We want him to be able to stay with us, but we recognize that the difficulty of handling him on a day-to-day basis will increase over time; already, we are looking at how we will be affected when he ages out of the school system at the beginning of next year.  To that end, we are looking at something along the lines of a house with a mother-in-law apartment; to be more specific for our case, ideally we would have his room be part of our house but with the ability to lock it off from the rest of it, while opening up to his own extended living area where he could be attended to by a service provider when we are either temporarily or no longer able to handle him, including for times when it might be important for the rest of us to travel together.

But in order to do that, we would first have to sell our current house, and, in no small part due to the damage he has caused to it, we have considerable work to do before that even becomes feasible.

Friday, October 21, 2016

Family Picture

We recently went out to eat (at Benihana, obviously from the picture) for my wife's and Anthony's birthdays in October; my wife has enrolled to get birthday discounts, and it's still expensive with them! But Anthony really likes the food, and seemed especially happy with the complimentary ice cream after the meal.  The last time I posted a picture was about four years ago; our younger son is now taller than his sister, much to her chagrin.