About two weeks ago, Sammy came for a visit. My mom was visiting her friend and we decided to see how he would do overnight somewhere other than his home. We didn't realize until half way through his stay that this was really the first time he had been away from home without my mom.
Typical Sammy wanted nothing to do with any of the cool things I had planned... I thought I'd take him swimming or to the aquarium or to dinner but every time I tried to guide him out of my house he would redirect me to continue his routine he had built within the first few minutes of being here.
He walked up my steps, all the way to my bed, turned around and turned on/off the light a few times, walked down stairs and would walk all the way to the back of my house and turn on/off those lights a few times. He did this over and over. And over. The entire night - he did not even sleep! But seriously, he did not sleep a single minute. I was constantly waking up throughout the night to a light being turned on and shined in my face or just because I was on edge and worried about what he could possibly get into.
Im sure he was like "what the hell?" He had only been to my house once and this was definitely out of his norm. He's used to chilling out in his room on his bed with all of his toys. Here, I had an air mattress for him which he didn't seem like he wanted anything to do with other than to stack all of the pillows and blankets I own on top of it.
On one hand, I was so proud of him for being super calm and adaptive to his new atmosphere for 14 hours but then I felt so bad as well. He had no way of telling me that he missed mom or wanted to go home. Even with his iPad, the most he can ask for is my car or his room - but he so rarely uses those items, does he even know that they're there? Or what they mean?
It was absolutely clear that he was somewhat nervous or stressed with the change considering the fact that he walked the same route for 14 hours straight. The kid never really sits still but when he is walking, there is something usually ritualistic about it. But then I get to thinking - was he just pacing? A "typical, normal" behavior that most of us do when we are lost in thought or stressed? Was this Autism or just a part of being human? The only thing different from him pacing and me pacing when I'm stressed is the fact that he did it for 14 hours straight without sleeping.
Things like this show me a tiny little window that I can peer into and see Sammy in the same world as me. We are doing something so little alike that everyone does. The bridge between me and Autism isn't that big and tough to cross. Why can't we just cross it? But at the same time, am I just looking for ANYTHING? Is he even pacing or is he just enjoying this activity? And even though he might be showing me he's stressed through his pacing, it kills me that he still can't communicate that he wants to go home - if that is even what he wanted.
Autism from a sibling's point of view...
My name is Paige and I am 26 years old. I graduated from Towson University with a Psychology Bachelors Degree and from Johns Hopkins with a Post-Bacc Certificate in Education of Autism and other Pervasive Disorders at . I recently left my job at Kennedy Krieger Institute and began my Master's Degree in Applied Behavior Analysis at University of South Florida. My younger brother, Sammy, is 20 and has Autism. He is non-vocal, unaware of safety, is not toilet trained, cannot get himself dressed, and has difficulty with everyday activities that we all take advantage of. He works harder every single day of his life than anyone I know and he always does it with a smile on his face. He is my true hero and inspiration and because of him, I have dedicated my life to advocating and creating opportunities for individuals with Autism. I hope that I can make him proud and this blog is just a small part of the awareness I hope I can create about Autism and support other siblings impacted by Autism. I love you Sammy - thank you for everything.