Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

TOO TIRED


I’m tired this week, too tired to really even think up a good, snazzy blog post.


…But it occurred to me that it might make sense, for this month’s Voices of Special Needs Blog Hop, to acknowledge that parents (and caregivers) of people with special needs often get really, really tired. On top of all the “regular” parenting stuff that makes “regular” parents pooped (whatever “regular” means in both those contexts), there’s just more general day-to-day negotiation and oversight with bureaucracies like schools and agencies, not to mention the time spent investigating and dealing with therapists and treatments (and finding the money or resources for these??? Puhlease!), never mind additional efforts at home and in social contexts with our children themselves. 

Here’s a very small example: Does YOUR teen do this every day? 


(Not shown: all pockets bulging from giant pokemon decks. Why picture was taken originally: because when I told him he had to fix his socks - as I do almost every day -  he looked down - as he does almost every day - and said “They’re fiiiiine.” So I tried this new strategy…)

Guess what? He’s tired too.


It’s often exhausting to live in a world that seems to mostly operate by rules that don’t make intuitive sense to you - and that can even sometimes seem wrong or “dumb” (his word). Like the socks-outside-of-pants rule, and others that can be less benign, like the brushing-teeth rule or the sleep-at-night rule (this is a fun one vis-a-vis being tired, right? People with neurological differences, as well as a range of other disabilities, often struggle with sleep challenges), the following-directions rule, and so on… 

My daughter also has special needs. As with many people who have spent time in orphanages, she has an attachment disorder. We’ve worked really really hard  - on our own and with therapists, teachers, etc., - and she’s healed so much. But she still moves in the world with a heightened vigilance and a fundamental lack of trust that can sometimes come out in unhealthy ways.  

She’s tired too. 


And so, I bet, are you, sometimes. Too tired. Of course you are. 

And of COURSE we love our children with all our hearts. Duh. It’s just that this world is somewhere between a little bit and a lot harder every day when one has and/or ones children have differences from the “regular” (with the usual disclaimer for this word) people for whom the world seems designed. 

It’s hard being a parent. It’s hard being a parent of a special needs kid. It’s hard being a special needs kid. Heck, my Meeting Friend and I sometimes text each other “NN,” our abbreviation for “Night, Night,” at eight am.  

When Pardner says, casually, “He’s probably not going to be able to live on his own. Don’t you know that?” NN. 

When just getting to school in one piece is a miracle? NN. 

When you worry ceaselessly about your child (or your children) - not because there is something “wrong” with him/her/them but because the world is so much harder for him/her/them to navigate - and thus are moved almost to tears by pants tucked into socks, again? NN.

PLEASE don’t feel alone in being too tired sometimes. I recently texted a mildly-hysterical friend who has a non-sleeping toddler to tell her to remember that when we don’t get enough sleep we often feel way more negative about everything than we otherwise would. Then I thought, “Good one, FSM. Listen to your own words, why dontcha?” Being tired actually isn’t the same thing as being depressed, having an anxiety disorder, or having a too-hard life - but it sure can feel like it!

Can we be gentle with ourselves? 

Let’s try to prioritize getting more sleep for ourselves AND our families, however possible, and taking care of ourselves so we don’t get too tired and remain that way all. the. time.

NN!

Love,
Full Spectrum Mama




Welcome to Voices of Special Needs Blog Hop -- a monthly gathering of posts from special needs bloggers hosted by The Sensory Spectrum and The Jenny Evolution. Click on the links below to read stories from other bloggers about having a special needs kiddo -- from Sensory Processing Disorder to ADHD, from Autism to Dyslexia! Want to join in on next month's Voices of Special Needs Hop? Click here!

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

BLANKETS

Sensory processing differences make Blankets a big challenge for some. While my son, G, uses the same comforter year-round and is steaming in the summer and cool in the winter and “Mom, don’t bother me about this,” and my daughter, Z, always varies her blanket layers flawlessly for the “just right” amount, I am one of those people.

Here is a mere sampling of Potential Blanket Problems: improper weight, inadequate warmth, itchy, scratchy wool, side-to-side slippage, smallness, bottom-to-top slippage…Rilke said, “A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity”* -- so I’ve made a visual aid for those who might be unaware of the true scope of this topic.




                         Figure I – Issues in Blankets


For so long, at night, while trying to sleep or go back to sleep under Blanket(s) that just could not get right, I practiced thinking “peaceful” thoughts and feeling peaceful…In fact, for most of my life I have had an overarching goal of “achieving” “peace.”

A few months ago, I realized:

  1. I didn’t get one of those kinds of lives,
and
  1. Even if I had, my high physical and emotional sensitivities (SPD) would prevent total, utter “peace.”

So I decided on more realistic goals – goals that are worthy and sometimes a stretch but that I’ve for the most part been actually reaching; goals that make me happy (versus defeated) to think about…:

They are:

To practice living with

1.       much KINDNESS
and
2.      a mighty SENSE OF HUMOR.

So, now, when sleepless, I try (instead of perseverating on why I am not as “peaceful” or “asleep” as I should be) chuckling quietly to myself and, VERY kindly, I do not smack my peacefully sleeping husband. No, I am kidding about the chuckling. But it does help, with my particular neurology and bed-ology, to go for the gentle humor of it all instead of something overly elusive…

I haven’t even discussed mattresses, sheets, and pillows – or sharing a bed.

Love, and a big, sweet, slightly maniacal smile,
Full Spectrum Mama



*Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (Stephen Mitchell translation)



Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Summer, Summer, Summer Time


Having, now, about two hours of the school year left and counting, I went tooling around the internet and found this post: http://lostandtired.com/2013/06/19/insane-in-the-membrane/ , and got “Insane in the Membrane” (a life-mantra, if you will, for the Full Spectrum Family and Friends) stuck in my head for the gazillionth time and, so here, Daddy lostandtired, …Gotcha back? Hope so.

 

Summer, Summer, Summer Tiiime…Time to Sit Back and Unwind


Remember this Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince song?

I’ve been humming it incessantly. Because that’s what we are going to do this summer?

Yup, I am determined to show my guys the FUNNEST, most wholesome, refreshing, unwindingest summer EVER.

And so I am sure there won’t be a THING to write about.
Plus, it seems I will be busily frolicking with Z and G  24/7  all summer, except for two weeks of camp, during which I will be, naturally, sailing the Mediterranean and getting my spa on. *

Indeed, we’ll be sleeping late,* eating a wide range of ONLY healthy foods while having no stomach issues,* and taking luxurious* road trips with the whole family enjoying brain- and character-building activities,* bicker-free, of course.*

I’ll certainly be musing about ongoing topics from past concerns such as:
how “disability” can be a super useful term (a.k.a. “I’ll call you whatever you want, whenever you want,” hmm…maybe that’s the post right there?);
diarrhea (Do we still have it? Bet you’re on the edge of your seat!);
Shifting Gears parts II, III and onward;
whether bringing up the existence of Finding Fairies (http://fullspectrummama.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-finding-fairies.html) might actually have been Z’s way to give me back my necklace (i.e. whether the whole scenario was not in fact actually my brilliant idea…);
and, relatedly, about who, actually, is in charge around here anyway?

Merry summer to you, dear readers,

Love,

Full Spectrum Mama

* In my dreams.