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The bond between brother and sister - so strong.

The bond between brother and sister – so strong.

We have had a wonderful day with Jamie, he was just the sweetest and loveliest young man. When he is like this, his personality shines through and I see the beautiful person there is locked away inside his autistic brain. Life must be so very hard for him – he must have ideas and thoughts going around his head all the time – but he can never communicate them and possibly never understand them.

I didn’t write this blog last week – we had just started out on the 2 hour drive to see Jamie when I got the dreaded phone call. Jamie had a seizure, he was ok but it lasted 4 minutes and he was being helped to bed to sleep  as the manager phoned. When I get that call, I just feel dreadful. It’s hard to put your finger on how you feel – but helpless, certainly. So often I want to be with Jamie, to support him in his routines, cook for him, clean him up, play with him, give him what he wants, but it is not possible. I want to treat him like a child and he is not – he is an adult, Anyway we knew it was useless to carry on our journey – Jamie would sleep until the afternoon, but if he saw us he would want to go out and he was just not well enough. He is always pretty unsteady on his feet when he has had a seizure. Thank goodness we didn’t go, Jamie had another seizure as soon as he woke, went back to sleep and then had another one when he woke in the evening. It seems as if he can’t come out of the seizure fully if he just has one. His seizures are nearly always at the stage when the brain is changing from a sleeping state to a waking state – the neurologist told us this was quite common. Jamie seems to get stuck in this cycle sometimes, it must be very frightening and horrible for him. 9 minutes of fitting and being deprived of oxygen in one day is not good – not good at all. I wish we could do more to stop them.

Jamie recovered really well the next day though – he was happy, settled and not so anxious. Suddenly his life seems better and if he is happy, I’m happy! When I rang to see how he was on Tuesday, his carer told me he had spent to whole day laughing – in fact laughing so much he nearly fell over!!! It reminded me of when he was young; we had periods of time, sometimes lasting for weeks when he would laugh a lot, but also times when he would just cry and cry and cry – there was no reason for this that I could see.  No obvious pain or discomfort, no neglect or abuse, but just constant crying. It was awful, just horrible. But I have since learnt that other autistic children have done the same. Almost like getting stuck in an emotion and not being able to come out of that emotional state.

So this Sunday – Jamie was so good, even though at the pub a family with 2 young children arrived halfway through our lunch. Jamie finds the noise and unpredictability of young children really, really hard to deal with. He was immediately anxious and obviously unsettled. But he coped really well. We gave him the favourite parts of his lunch – the onion rings!!! and he did not finish his lasagne, but he had eaten pretty well. Andy and I calmly stood up and let Jamie let us know whether he wanted to go or not. He does this by standing up himself if he is ready. He did this and we left without any fuss – no headbanging or upset. I was so very proud of him for his control and trust in us to keep him safe. We tell him that all the time, I’m sure it makes a difference to him that he knows we understand how much he needs us to protect him.

We went straight back to his home today, we just wanted to avoid any upset and Jamie did not seem to be totally himself after lunch, perhaps his anxiety levels were taking time to come back to normal. But it was really interesting because when we got back to his flat Jamie was very happy that we had bought him some wax crayons and took them up to colour on his paper. After meals Jamie gets 3 pieces of paper to colour and tear. He gets these whatever, they are not a reward for behaviour, they are just part of his routine. When he was younger Jamie would tear paper – any paper and wherever he was he would tear paper. It was his way of shutting out the world, but it very quickly became an obsession and was out of control. So Andy and I would ban any paper from him. This sounds really harsh, but it was the only way to control it, otherwise his behaviour would just escalate into a frenzy and uncontrollable anxiety. At school he was allowed a ‘flappy’ – a laminated piece of paper that he could not tear – as a reward for doing his work, but this was limited to one minute. But Jamie accepted this and quickly started to hand it over himself after one minute had gone.  It was weird that these rigid and seemingly cruel restrictions actually brought him out and Jamie no longer craved paper to tear, he no longer was grabbing things when we were out, no longer getting upset when we had to stop him. He was not limited by his obsession and so we could start to do more things with him again.

There was one time when he was at the doctors, wanted to flap and tear all their leaflets, was stopped from doing so and so promptly stripped off all his clothes. Now that is not really a good thing to do in public when you are 19 years old. Instead of helping, the receptionist called the police. Their station was only just over the road – they sent 4 police cars to deal with him! Luckily his wonderful carer had managed to get him into the toilet and called for back up which arrived promptly and Jamie was helped out with suitable covering round him. But this situation would have been so different without the back-up of his support staff. If the police had been allowed near him, Jamie would have kicked off in a major way, he would have reacted totally understandably by screaming, headbanging and biting. If you don’t know how to handle him he could have hurt someone. Then he would be sectioned – and it would be just awful because we don’t have an awful lot of jurisdiction over his care now that he is an adult. Doesn’t bear thinking about really.

Anyway, those days are over now that he is settled and happy in his flat and has people to care for him who love him and want to make his life better. It certainly makes me feel hopeful for his future.

I love you Jamie, I still miss you every day, just as I miss my daughter, but if you are happy it makes it easier to cope with. Long may it last my beautiful son!

Jan Mather

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Comments on: "Jamie’s Sundays – 15th September" (2)

  1. Hey my beautiful friend, you do a wonderful and difficult job, I love you lots:)

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