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A Mother's Intuition
Autismâ?"A Journey into Forgiveness and Healing
By Catherine Marinelli-Gagliano iUniverse
Copyright © 2014 Catherine Marinelli-Gagliano
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ISBN: 978-1-4917-4285-3
CHAPTER 1
"Go Chiefs"
The Element of Surprise
In the summer of 2013, my son Michael was going through a definite transformation. I guess you could say that he was really coming into himself. He always appeared to be in deep thought, thinking about the excitement of going to a new middle school, making new friends, and leaving elementary school and his painful past behind. He would openly discuss bullying and question why it was so difficult for children and adults to just accept the differences that exist in everyone. There was a time in the recent past when I couldn't have had these discussions with him because it would have hurt us so badly. Just a few years earlier, he was being tormented to such a point that he was experiencing night terrors, anxiety and an absolute loathing of school.
Wow! How time flies ... Michael was now entering middle school and looking forward to playing football. He had taken a break from the sport due to the incessant teasing and harassment that had been going on at that time. Whenever he attached himself to a few of his teammates, he had to endure the most brutal insults, which was why I was proud, yet fearful when he said he was going to give football another try. I could not help but remember how Michael had been misdiagnosed with ADHD, a mistake both of us had had to live with because the prescribed remedy did not address his panic attacks both on and off the playing field.
It was a beautiful day in September; I was picking Michael up from football practice. Football practice occurred every single day after school for two hours. I could see from the distress in his face that something had happened. During practice, one of the bigger players had threatened to throw an entire cooler of water at him.
Michael had warned him, "Don't even think about it. If you do, you will regret it!"
The other boy threw the water and the cooler anyway. In response, Michael ran towards him, grabbed him by his front shoulder pads, threw him to the ground, and pushed his helmet into the dirt.
I was flabbergasted. Michael had once pointed this same player out to me. This kid was as big as a giant even without his equipment! When I finally found my voice, I told him I was pleased he had defended himself.
However, Michael did not want to discuss the incident further: "Please don't be proud of what I did because I don't like treating anyone like that. I only did it because I had no choice."
Apparently my son, the boy who had been the long-suffering target of dozens of such bullies so many years ago, no longer existed. His coach assured me that Michael had handled himself very well. The following day, the coach informed me that the bully was going to run laps all during practice as punishment. I was elated that someone was finally being held responsible for their behavior.
It is very unfortunate that we still need to teach our children about the cruelty that continues to exist in the 21st century. As parents, we find ourselves forced to show our children how to protect and defend themselves, even if it makes them uncomfortable to sink to that level of behavior. We need to remember that children are a product of their environment; we all know that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. As adults, we should first examine ourselves to make sure these behaviors are not being taught at home, whether consciously or unconsciously. Second, we should recognize that our children are not perfect angels and are capable of doing anything when not in our company. Third and most importantly, we must learn and then teach our children to accept what is different in our society and not to judge others.
CHAPTER 2
"Take Me Out To the Ball Game"
Anthony, Jr. Is Playing Baseball
It was March 2013: My older son Anthony's behavior specialist and mentor called to tell me that a local baseball league had a division for special needs children. Anthony, Jr. had always been passionate about baseball and his dream was finally about to come true. He would be in the Challenger Division Little League. My heart was dancing for him. Finally he would get to experience what he loved most - with children who would accept him - and with coaches that had hearts of gold and saintly patience.
Anthony's first game was played in the second week in April. I made sure Grandma Angela marked it on her calendar so that we could go and support him on opening day. She was so excited for him that she began to cry. When that day came, my parents met us at the field.
The Challengers play ball unlike most Little League teams. There's no such thing as a strike or a ball since every player can stay at bat until they get a hit; they don't even keeps core. However, when you see those players (most of whom have special needs) running around the bases on a beautiful Sunday morning, there's no doubt about it: score or no score, strikes or no strikes, they're having some good old-fashioned baseball fun.
Since its launch in 1998, the Little League Challengers have always been a non-competitive, co-ed league. While the players do get the opportunity to work on their batting and fielding skills, the emphasis is placed more upon providing the benefits of the team sports experience to those who have traditionally been denied it. The true goal is to bring special needs children out on the field to interact with other kids, to breathe some fresh air, and to have a real blast.
That first game in April, I remember it being quite chilly, but not cold enough to frost the warmth in our hearts. As we watched those children giving it their all and being part of a team with their friends, we saw their smiles and felt their excitement. I cannot put my emotions into words ... you had to have been there with me all the way to understand how much this game meant to me. Anthony's hero was and still is Derek Jeter, the New York Yankees captain and shortstop for 18 years and 5-time world champion. This he knew about ... and now there he was, having his own "Jeter Moment!"
Anthony, Jr. has some arm. He can really hit that ball into another dimension. It's so amazing to watch that you almost forget his disabilities. When I looked at him in his uniform that day, my spirits soared to see him so happy. When he hit the ball, it went over the fence into the parking lot. It was gone! I was wildly screaming at him to run the bases. He made it all the way to home plate! My son, my son, my son! How I love that boy!
For those of you who are fortunate enough to have a child participate in a sport, please understand that while winning is important, it isn't everything. If your child is trying his best, then that's what should matter. You should be elated that they are capable of understanding the game, following the rules, running on two legs, coordinating their bodies, and seeing, hearing, communicating, and doing all the things that parents of healthy children take for granted every day. Recognize that you received the gift of health through your children. Rejoice in your good fortune and don't ever take it for granted.
CHAPTER 3
"Out of the Mouths of Babes"
Hurricane Sandy
Thursday, October 22nd, 2012 felt a little different from any other day. I had this queasy, anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me something was going to happen over which I would have absolutely no control. Over the years, we have had a multitude of dire forecasts of storms that somehow just missed Long Island, but now my intuition was telling me that this time was going to be quite different, and yes, as you all know, it certainly was.
The day was a routine one, yet strangely quiet. After I had completed my usual chores, the unsettled feelings I had experienced earlier in the day came rushing back over me. I knew it had to be my "second sense," which had been proven right time and time again. In the late afternoon, a weather alert had been issued regarding a super storm named "Sandy," which was making a steady path towards the tri-state area (New Jersey, Connecticut and Long Island). Despite having heard inaccurate weather predictions like this before, my inner voice told me that Sandy was without question going to be "the big one."
I thought it best to keep my concerns to myself. I took some time to pray and asked whatever force that I was feeling to please keep my family safe from harm. These prayers sustained me, lightening the dread I had been experiencing; in its place stood safety and warmth. Now I was able to breathe easier, knowing that whatever was going to happen, my unwavering faith would protect us all.
My youngest son Michael arrived home from school at 3:30. He tossed his backpack on the dining room table, took off his jacket and shoes and, with his warm smile, asked how my day was and if everything was alright. His next question (not a surprise, given his large appetite) concerned snack time. So I made him as and sandwich, while he spoke with excited anticipation about the sixth grade Halloween Parade. This was his last year before graduating from elementary school. I kept my worried thoughts buried deeply inside because I feared that things might not work out the way he thought. However, I was determined not to ruin Halloween for him, one of childhood's favorite memories, so I had hidden the costumes, accessories and candy in the basement as I had always done from the time I was a young mother.
That evening, as my husband and I ate dinner, I spoke of my concerns. He reassured me that he would secure the house and not to worry so much because we live one mile from the water. I knew he was trying his best to calm me, but inside I was not sharing his confidence. While tossing and turning, trying to sleep, I was consumed by maternal instincts to pick up my son Anthony Jr. who lived in a residence for special needs children. After all, he was not that far away and I wanted to keep him safe with us until the storm had passed.
Having made my decision, I drove Michael to school in the morning and then called Anthony's residence. I made sure that the medical office would know to give me enough medications until this unpredictable storm would finally end. It was vital that my family remained all together under one roof now.
I arrived at the residence and Anthony worriedly asked why I was picking him up so early on a Friday morning. This was not routine for him. Grandpa Armando and Grandma Angela usually came to get him on Friday afternoons. By this time, I had had enough life experience to know that my son would sense when things were outside of the norm. So I kissed and hugged him and told him I missed him so much that I wanted to spend a little extra time with him. He was OK with that response, but I could still feel his apprehension. Autistic children are quite capable of sensing heightened emotions around them.
We drove straight home; Anthony was extremely quiet. I gave him a snack and he became preoccupied with his iPad. He asked why our family dog Jake did not leave his cage, and was acting as if he were afraid of something. I was once again astounded by how his keen observation of our dog told him that Jake was not himself that day. He looked at me for an explanation. Not wanting to scare him, I just said that Jake might be a little bit more tired than usual.
I then tried to change the subject, but Anthony pursued the topic by asking if I thought Jake knew about the big storm that was coming. I was surprised that he had already become aware of "Super Storm Sandy." Years before, he would have not been able to communicate his concerns out loud.
I asked him what he knew about the storm and he said with assurance, "It's going to be big, so we should make sure we take safety precautions for inside and outside our home, for the public to stay inside and, if your mayor or police tell you to leave your home, you leave!"
At this point I was more than impressed with how completely Anthony realized the risks we might be facing.
Michael had just finished learning the consequences of bad weather in his sixth grade science class: the measures you needed to take during hazardous storms and how to keep yourself and your family safe. If you know anything about Asperger children, you understand that the syndrome is all about listening and following the rules. So it was no surprise to me when Michael came home from school that day with a list of things we needed to have in the house: flashlights with working batteries, lots of candles, lighters, canned food, a supply of water bottles, and a generator. By the end of the day, we were as prepared as we could be for what was to come. If it had not been so frightening, I would have felt like we were about to embark on a family adventure.
By Friday evening though, the sense of adventure had turned into something more sinister. To ward it off, we watched television and played a few board games. When it was time for bed, the boys went straight to their room. Around 10:00 PM, it started to rain with some ordinary wind. Maybe it would not be that bad. However, in time, the rain had become tumultuous with fierce uncontrollable gusts. The boys were so frightened that they asked to spend the night in our bed. Jake was crying uncontrollably from his crate. He has a very even temperament, but you could actually hear his fear and distress as he whimpered. We let Jake into our bed and now our family was complete.
It was a night of fear, frustration, anxiety and stress. What would tomorrow bring? The worst was yet to come and my husband and I knew it. We tried to keep ourselves from the windows, but the howling of the wind and force of the torrents was so frightening that our curiosity sometimes got the best of us. We ached to look outside like children, just to see what was going on.
Then, as our sons looked out of our front window, they saw our neighbor's patio furniture fly over his home and land in his front yard. We were trying to take all of this in when the phone rang: It was my neighbor Lynn. I immediately asked if they were alright. She explained that, while passing her front window, she saw our trampoline (which we thought had been secure enough) sail over the fence and that it was now making its way down the block, rolling on its side. My husband threw on his boots and jacket to help her husband hold onto the trampoline. Then our neighbor Paul, the one who had just lost his patio furniture, ran to help us with his tools. Paul made a quick decision to chop the trampoline into pieces before it damaged property or, even worse, hurt someone.
Anthony Jr. looked at me and said, "Mommy, we have no control over what's going on outside - only God does."
I was having the exact same thought, but he said it aloud ... out of the mouths of babes. No sooner had he made his pronouncement, we lost all power to our home. We had a radio, but could only listen to the news that the water was rising in certain areas of our beloved town.
I became consumed with worry for my brother because he lived on the south shore near the rising waters. I had faith that he was prepared, but this storm seemed to have an uncontrollable vengeance and I had heard about serious flooding in his area. We had sporadic cell phone service throughout the night, which was very frustrating. Afterwards we found out that he protected his home and family like a true warrior, pumping the water out of his basement throughout the stormy night.
The next day was Sunday; Sandy was gone, but much remained to be done. The destruction and emotional upheaval that this storm left behind was enormous. When you were finally able to drive around, it was difficult to take in all that had happened. It was surreal and quite unbelievable. Our home had no real damage, but we felt terribly for the people who had lost everything or who had had damage to their homes. We were so grateful that we were all safe, including all our family members and close friends.
My boys wanted to know how we could help the community and those in need. We shopped and bought much needed supplies for the elementary school and our church. Our donation consisted of twelve bags of everyday supplies, such as toiletries, canned food, water, etc ... Michael looked at me and said it really felt good to give and help others. I made sure that my children knew just how close we had come to being in the same situation.
Despite my enormous sense of fear, I had never felt so very close to God's presence. I had learned firsthand that we are not in total command of our lives. As humans, we would like to believe we can control things, but it is God who has full mastery and may have other plans for us. We lost power for an entire week and for the most part, it was nice to be separated from outside technology, playing board games and having conversations via candlelight. We cherished this special time of being a traditional family, of putting things into perspective, and of realizing what was really important to us. Life is too short to have regrets, so live every day as if it were your last. It is my fervent hope that most of us will walk away from this experience with a lesson or two learned because it the hardest of times that molds our character and defines who we truly are.
(Continues...)
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