It is hard for me to believe that it was less than four years ago that Charlie and I got married and started a new chapter of life. We both had years of practice in what NOT to do in marriage. We both had years of practice on how to screw things up and make bad choices. Yet, through the grace of God, we were both given a second chance at sharing life with a best friend.
Charlie shared last week on his experience of becoming an autism stepdad. It was interesting for me to read because, quite honestly, I have been an autism mom to Al for almost 21 years and to me the abnormal often seems just plain normal. Charlie is an amazing Dad. He has done an awesome job with his three biological sons, and he has worked really hard to understand both of my sons and to be an awesome stepdad to them. He has really helped me to see Al with new eyes because I have become blind to much of what he does that makes him special. Charlie has helped me to see out of the box and tackle behaviors with fresh vision and perspective.
Al and I have had tough years. The season we are currently in is full of such peace that I am overwhelmed with gratitude. The middle and high school years were the WORST for us and for those out there who are in that season now, I want you to know that there is HOPE. It doesn’t feel like it when you are in the middle of it, but things do get better.
Al was diagnosed with autism at the age of five when his speech therapist, occupational therapist and preschool teacher all came to us with concerns. My ex and I were in denial. We knew that Al had speech and fine motor delays, but we thought he would grow out of it. Al was my first child and I didn’t pick up on the signs right away. He was a happy, chubby guy and I was a new mom trying to figure out how life worked with a baby. When he qualified for early childhood special ed services, I still believed that he would just grow out of his delays. After receiving the official diagnosis of autism and doing some research, I soon discovered that although Al would gain skills, he would always have autism and it would always affect his ability to process information and communicate. It would also always affect his social interactions and emotional intelligence.
As Al got older, we tried every kind of therapy imaginable. Nearly every day was spent hurrying from appointment to appointment with little brother Sam in tow. My life became consumed with meeting Al’s needs and trying to help him gain the skills he would need to function in life. He made great strides in some areas, and in others he seemed stuck. I could handle Al’s language and processing deficits. I could handle his gross and fine motor delays. What was the hardest to handle and manage were the aggressive behaviors that Al began to exhibit in late elementary school and which continued to increase throughout high school. It was an incredibly difficult time for all of us and resulted in Al being hospitalized in the mental health unit at the local hospital four times and being shuffled between six different school environments in four years. My first marriage ended during this time and Al’s younger brother, Sam, went to live with his Dad, spending opposite weekends from Al with me, in order to maintain his safety and some semblance of sanity in his day to day life.
This time in my life was emotionally and physically exhausting and I lived moment by moment, constantly on edge, just trying to survive. I have read that mothers of adolescents and adults with autism experience chronic stress comparable to combat soldiers and I believe that because I have lived it. I have many stories. Few that I want to repeat and none that I want to relive. I just thank God every single day that Al’s level of aggression has subsided. I thank God everyday that Al is not delusional and threatening to hurt people. I thank God everyday that I can bring Al out into public without fear of the police being called or a fight being started.
Charlie came into our life near the end of this time. He experienced some of the very worst moments and he did not run away. I used to say that I would never remarry because no man would possibly be able to handle Al. Then came Charlie. Charlie has been so good for me and Al. When he married me, he knew that my boys and I were a package deal. Even though he doesn’t always understand, he always tries to. He remain calms. He doesn’t try to bully Al into behaving. He observes and listens and helps and brainstorms and encourages and reinforces. We function as a team and Al knows this. Al respects Charlie. He loves Charlie.
Here are my suggestions for any autism mom who has experienced divorce, but has found a new man who wants to be her best friend for life.
- Make sure your future husband is committed not only to you, but to God. No blended family can survive without God at the center, with or without children with special needs.
- Make sure your future husband is committed not only to you, but to your children, through thick and thin.
- Remember that you have years of experience with your children, that your new spouse does not. Don’t expect him to just “get it”.
- Your husband comes first and you and your spouse are a team. Do not favor your child over your husband. Do not take sides against each other. If you disagree on something, take time to discuss it away from the children. Remember: You are not enemies. (NOTE: This does not apply in the case of any kind of abuse!)
- Don’t assume your spouse does not know anything because he is new to parenting your child. Stepparents can see things that you may have started ignoring or given up on years ago. Fresh eyes can bring new insight and wisdom. Be willing to accept feedback and advice.
Charlie and I are still fairly new to this whole blended family thing. Although we love each other to the moon and back, there are times when it is just plain hard. Add special needs to the mix and at times it can seem impossible. Our faith is the glue that holds us together. Without God, we would never be able to navigate the stormy waters without drowning. Don’t try to go at it alone. Rely on God and reach out to a community of believers to lean on in tough times. Feel free to reach out to us. We don’t know your story, but we would love to listen and help where we can. You are not alone. God is good.
p others, trying to serve God, that I spent little time sitting quietly at the feet of Jesus and even less time sitting quietly and really listening to the people I loved. It took moving into the middle of no where (30 minutes to the nearest town with a grocery store), where I knew no one, to force me to slow down and just be. I can’t begin to put into words how much closer I have grown to my husband, my children, and my Lord Jesus Christ, by embracing the simple and slowing down. I have learned that it is okay to just be home and that my calendar does not have to be filled with activities and appointments in order for me to be valuable.