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Pool Toys Buy Friends

Yeah I do try to teach my kids that friends that need to be bought are not true friends. This is one of my strange exceptions. Playing with Korbin is difficult for most neurotypical kids to understand. He wants a splash war every time he gets in a pool, but only on his terms and rules. With his love for military play I've learned to keep him busy with squirt toys.

Our apartment complex has a variety if kids. Some have attentive parents who insist on fair play.
Others are free range kids who won't hear much from an adult until school starts again. I've discovered that providing a bag full of water guns, splash balls, and squirt cannons gets me a little authority with the unruly kids while getting Korbin the playmates he craves. Yes, it's some wild play that needs constant supervision, but he loves it.

This week Korbin received a new and life changing label. He has Prader Willi syndrome. I'm not going to go into the big details of what Prader Willi is about; instead I'll direct you to www.pwsausa.com Korbin is currently very obese and short. He eats 24/7 because of a malfunction in his hypothalamus. We need to lock all the food, but aren't allowed to alter the apartment. Our lease is up in July so this will change. In the mean time we have to work on getting lots of exercise while limiting his food. If a bag full of dollar toys will get him social time and exercise, then this mom will be buying friends as long as we have access to water.

Easter? No thanks.

I'm all for celebrating spring and rebirth. You see, we are atheist and follow science, not a religion. Most of our extended family is christian. Specifically old school German Lutheran. In fact my mother planned for me to be a Lutheran school teacher and I would marry a Lutheran pastor. Missouri Synod only, not those hippy new age Lutherans. Let's just say that didn't happen.

So here we are celebrating the singing of the birds, new plants budding, and warmer weather when the question comes up. "Are you bringing the kids to church?" I have so many answers, but most of the time I just say "No, you know how Korbin is in strange places and crowds." What I want to say is "My sons are free thinkers. I'd rather not expose them to the biggest brainwashing day of the year, where candy is handed out for believing a story about a zombie."

We have taken the kids a few times. It took weeks to recover. As they passed around the offering plate I handed Korbin a couple of quarters and told him to put them in the tray. We do teach giving. Mr. Literal looked at me like I had three eyes and loudly announced "I don't want to PAY to be here!" All my Grandmothers friends gasp. I giggled and told him "Me neither" as we sent the plate on it's way.

Aidan was going through a paranoid phase, so the talk of an omnipotent being left him laying awake at night fearing someone watching him in his sleep. He still questions why people would teach such a scary thing. It's a more scary idea than Hansel and Gretel.

Religion aside we're facing a holiday with much candy, loaded with red dye #40, Korbin's kryptonite. We've always been super careful and Korbin frequently double checks. So far we haven't had to pull out the ever present Epi-Pen. Not that obese folks have any business scarfing candy. Then there's the big family meal to celebrate another holiday that we don't celebrate. "Everyone stand in a circle to hold hands and pray!" I love the family togetherness. Korbin's remarks at the end of prayers are another highlight. The day he growled "I'm not christian" directly after "Amen" was passed off as defiance. I doubt they'll ever understand why we don't believe the same things they do. I'll settle for a compromise of "live and let live". I don't confront them about how much cash they pour into an organization that doesn't even have to pay taxes. Just back away from the parents teaching facts instead of fiction. Please.

Yes, I'm rambling. Honestly I'm tired and cranky. Since Korbin came home 4 days ago sleep has been sporadic. The change in medicine seems to have helped with the side effects trouble, but he's still a roller coaster of emotion. One minute he's calm and happy, the next I'm trying to de-escalate a rage. We do our best to keep him on some sort of schedule. Unfortunately our schedule has to flow around his mood swings and sleep schedule. Aidan has a friend over tonight who also has autism. I made sure to keep the lights low and noises calm for the last few hours in hopes of them all getting to sleep before 2am. We'll keep tomorrow's stimulation to a minimum in hopes that it gives Korbin the best chance for a good day with the extended family on Sunday. Religion, autism, and psychosis aside, it will be a beautiful day to hang out with the people we love... and maybe sneak in a nap.

Medication Musical Chairs

It's been a week since Korbin went back into the behavior hospital's acute stay program. Stays can be as short as 3 days, but are typically 5-10. The psychiatrists know him (and me) well enough that they were completely open to my request to get Korbin off the Thorazine. His body has been physically reacting with EPS (Extra pyramidal Symptoms) and it definitely wasn't taking care of his symptoms. He does still need an anti psychotic. He's had Zyprexa in the past as a PRN medication. For those who don't know PRN means "as needed". Occasionally folks need a medication to get through a moment. Sometimes when he has a psychotic break he'll become aggressive and can't be kept physically safe from hurting himself or others. Having a PRN medicine can help him through that moment for safety and to avoid more of these acute stays.

Knowing that he's handled Zyprexa well and it's a viable option for his symptoms, we chose it as our main tool to control his psychosis. The Thorazine was already causing him to shake, twitch, and even jerk like he's having seizures. Side effects like this are unfortunately common in high dose and long term anti psychotic use. Changing medication can help, but there's another option. Cogentin can help counter the side effects, similar to the way Benadryl counters allergies. We've added Cogentin to help now and to keep the ugliness away for the long term. Oh and we're going to do a little Hokey Poky and turn the Thorazine around into his PRN med.

Even though I don't care for the Depakote and have been tolerating the idea of the Topamax, the docs say it stays. Yes, he's a roller coaster of moods, but I haven't really seen much difference with the mood stabilizers on board. This is where I have to trust the professionals. They say that taking him off the mood stabilizers can make getting him balanced again much more difficult. Not that he's all that balanced, but can get fare more ugly. I've read the studies and seen it in person. Coming off medication can reveal symptoms that are far worse than before and more difficult to control. It's just one of the many reasons we need to make sure our friends and family stay on their medication.

The one medication we won't go without is Clonidine. Korbin has huge, HUGE issues with attention and impulse control. Using stimulant medications for kids who also have an autism spectrum disorder or a risk of mood disorders usually doesn't turn out well. When my oldest son was tried on one at the age of 3 it sent him into his first manic phase. Clonidine and Tenex are both blood pressure meds that are used for ADHD symptoms in place of stimulants. Tenex was enough for Aidan, but Korbin required the slightly more sedating Clonidine. It's been the one constant in his little pharmacy. It's also been like a magic pill for his Tourette's Syndrome. We had him on a much lower dose years ago when his tics were more mild, but then came the earthquake. His little body wouldn't let him be still. He had to do a full body dance to speak in sentences. Little man's eyes blinked so fast it was difficult for him to see. The neurologist just increased the dose. Almost instantly the tics were under control. Yes, he's still a twitchy, fidgety little dude, but he can physically function again. This week we went from 0.1mg 4 times a day to 0.15 mg 3 times a day. It's not a big increase, but it's a little tweak that seems to be helping with his impulse control.

At least his asthma and allergy medicines are staying the same. I keep them sorted in one of those fancy pill boxes that holds a week's worth of meds separated into 4 times a day. Our pharmacists are amazed by my OCD organizational skills. With Korbin on a total of 9 medications daily, Aidan on 4, and me on 11, it takes neurotic dedication.

Although I strongly dislike taking and giving my sons man made, chemical medications, I do realize that some things are necessary. Insulin, cortisone, and so many others save lives. Psychiatric medications do the same, just not so directly. I am very thankful for these nasty chemicals. Without them my Korbin would be in an institution for life. We'll have many more medication changes over the years. We'll dance around the side effects while working toward the best symptom control. Now will someone stop the music so we can sit down and rest?

One Seriously Rough Night

Sunday was pretty rough, but I thought Monday would be a bit better. Korbin was a little moody so maybe I shouldn't have been so optimistic and taken him out for the quick errands. Then again we can't keep him home and allow him to hide in his own mind. We took my sewing to the post office and headed over to the fabric store for serger thread. He decided that it was time to buy toys, not dumb ol' thread. He got out of the van and took off running across the parking lot, right in front of a large SUV. My heart restarted as I ran/limped after him. I caught up with him before he got to the toy store entrance and helped him de-escalate. We walked back to the van where he decided he was comfortable with granting me a trip inside to get my much needed thread.

Once in the store a had my thread in under a minute and tried to direct Korbin to the check out. He went for the craft supplies looking for anything to go with his army guys. This is where the ugliness really began. He pulled books off a shelf, knocked down a display of fabric, and was running for the lamps when I caught him. He scratched me so hard that blood was dripping down my arm on the floor. I was scared to move to get a rag for my own mess, thinking of the mess he could make of the entire home decor area.

He finally seemed calm enough so I ask for a tissue... he bolted for the door. I put the thread on the checkout counter and went after him. He sat down by the outside of the store near a line of shopping carts. I couldn't keep him from slamming the carts against the glass without getting hurt so I gave up and called for the police to assist me in getting him safely to the behavior hospital. OK, I didn't really give up. I let go and ask for help. So anyway, by the time the popo showed up Korbin was in the van and insisted that he would ride safely with me instead of having to ride in the back of a police car. He's been there before and it didn't turn out well for him. I thanked them for the help and we went to our usual oasis of crisis intervention.

Once there it was the same check in that Korbin and I have been through probably 8 times. They call the psychiatrist who agrees that he's a danger to himself and others so they can help him there for 3-10 days. Yes, checking my baby into a mental hospital hurts, but it's a hurt I've felt to many times. Knowing I'm doing the best thing for his long term outcome comforts the sting... a little. I drove home where my Jason was cooking dinner and Aidan should have been cleaning his room. As I took off my shoes and put my purse away the phone rang. It was a nurse letting me know that they did an EKG on Korbin as a precaution because he's on such a high dose of anti psychotics and they planned to change medication. His QTc was to high and so was his resting heart rate. The psychiatrist said that he had to go to the local children's hospital for a heart workup. Once he's a patient in the behavior hospital I can't be the one to transport him so they called for an ambulance. One of their staff followed and I headed back out to meet them.

It was a long ugly night. Korbin was still very agitated from the day's events. He did allow them to put in an IV to take blood, but came unglued when he saw that they were going to leave it in for medication. I was able to distract him with episodes of American Pickers and Diners, Drive-Ins, & Dives. We used the multiple EKG stickers to make little ships and blasters to battle on the stretcher. About midnight the doctor said that his heart was normal enough to go back to the behavior hospital and change medications. Korbin wanted to go home, but he had to go back for his safety.

When the non-emergency ambulance finally showed up about 3am he was asleep. It was the last of the calm. He decided that he was NOT going back and proved to us how serious he was. Over the next hour we ended up with about 8 security guards (mostly off duty cops), 2 EMT's, 1 doctor, and countless nurses trying to physically get Korbin on the stretcher and to stay on it. A shot of Ativan only made him into an angry drunk. I had to stay out of the way and hide my emotion as much as possible while the team strapped, tied, and restrained him. He has always been quite the little Houdini. We finally got him safe to transport. Thankfully the ride back to the behavior hospital allowed him time to calm down. When we arrived I helped untie and unstrap him. He got up and walked to the back without so much as a goodbye. He went straight to his unit and slept until 10am.

The doctor has already changed him from Thorzine to Zyprexa and added Cogentin to counter the side effects of it all. He had an EEG a couple of weeks ago because we thought he was having seizures, but they think it may be EPS (Extraperamital Symptoms) from the Thorzine. Over the years I've had to get help, the hard way, for my first and second mothers in law. Those events were nothing compared to the pain of having to allow people to force my own baby to get the help he needs for his own mental health issues. I can't imagine the trauma he must feel. I don't want to imagine. Two days later I still can't process my end of that night.

As of today he's handling the new medication well without side effects. His heart is still happy. The nurse said he was trying to make friends with some boys who were causing trouble so she redirected him to a more suitable group of kids. He still won't talk to me on the phone, but that's his usual. People aren't really important to him unless he needs something. Once he decides it's time for a new toy from home he'll get on the phone long enough to tell me which Angry Birds to pack up. Weekends are visitation time and we should be able to see him tomorrow during family therapy. Over the last 7 years this has become our version of normal. Phone time is 7-8pm weeknights. Family visits are weekends 2-4. Make sure all the clothes are labeled and nothing has tie strings. Buy shoes with straps instead of laces. Always keep extra socks and undies on hand because they never come back home. These things I can get used to. Nights like we had Monday? I hope I never EVER have to get used to those.

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Teaching Empathy

We've been trying to teach Korbin about feelings since he first refused eye contact as a newborn. We show him the face he makes, verbalize what the feelings are labeled and their mean, make feeling faces with him, and let him know how his actions effect our feelings. It seems that he just doesn't have that internal compass to guide him through our strange emotional world. I wonder if he has the ability to even care about anything beyond his own needs. It scares me to my core.

Yesterday he wanted to play outside with the other kids.  He grabbed his folder of Pokemon cards that he earned one by one with good behavior and went out front. He was playing so calmly and happily with (or beside) another boy that I wasn't to worried about running inside for a little potty break.

When I came out the front door Korbin was walking up, without his folder. He said he gave it to the other boy because he didn't have any toys and was neglected. Not that Korbin really knows what it means to be neglected, but for a moment he seemed to understand that the other boy didn't have as much as he does. I encourage giving and want him to feel this urge to help, but did it have to be the carrot I've been dangling in front of my stubborn little ass? Come on! He has a room full of toys he rarely uses. Couldn't we give him a box full of those? Well, I shouldn't complain about any feelings of empathy. Now what am I going to use to get him in the tub and to pick up the Lego mine field in the living room?

I'm just not understanding why he would feel such compassion for this child he just met, yet he feels no remorse for attacking his own mother. During his behavior therapy time today we discussed ways of teaching empathy, but it was really nothing new. I know there is a good heart in my baby boy. He's really a sweet, loving child. Hopefully continually reminding him that he has feelings and so do we will sink in a little more deeply each time. I do worry about his future every day, but I've seen him improve every day for the last 12 1/2 years. I do know that he feels the support and love we give him as we choose every day to never give up. We can only hope that one day he connects those feelings of love from us into empathy for others.... even if it means giving away Pokemon cards.