35567_1445819738044_2510457_nThe profound effect of autism is often felt most acutely by the siblings.  It can be painful see the degree to which even typical children have been transformed by this strange and unpredictable affliction.

Like so many other kids, Evan’s siblings handle our situation with surprising humor, candor, and pragmatism.  They are matter-of-fact in answering questions about their brother and about autism.  But their comments can often reveal that this autism thing is bigger than they are.

One day, about a year or so ago, Ryan had a friend over.  As they were walking from the basement playroom up to Ryan’s room, I heard the friend ask, “So, I forget, why doesn’t your brother talk again?”  Ryan sighed, “Because he has autism.  I’ve told you that, like, a million times.”  The friend pressed further, “But what does that mean?”  and Ryan calmly explained, “It just means he can’t always play and he doesn’t really talk.”  And then, after a pause,  Ryan added “…I have no idea how he’s ever gonna get married, though.”

After I stopped laughing, I had plenty to think about.  That simple conversation told me so much.  First, that Ryan is more practical and matter-of-fact about Evan’s abilities and needs than most adults I know.  But also that Ryan still can’t quite figure out how Evan’s going to fit in to the grownup world that awaits them.  I didn’t chime in, although part of me wanted to assure Ryan that I know plenty of people who would be thrilled to have a spouse who could keep his thoughts to himself.

Elena is equally unimpressed by Evan’s symptoms.  In fact, she seems to think she’s a bit of an autism expert.  One day, when she came home from Kindergarten, I was asking her about her day.  As I often do, I randomly asked about specific kids, mainly to encourage her to consider all of the kids as her friends (and not just the two or three that she always wants to tell me about).  “How’s Susie?”  “Oh, she wasn’t there today; she was sick.”  Oh.  I thought of another kid I noticed when I last volunteered at school.  “How about Billy?  Do you ever play with him?”  She looked thoughtful for a moment.  “Sometimes.  But he has a little bit of autism.”  That one stopped me for a moment.  “Really?  Why do you say that?”  She shrugged, and picked at her sandwich, saying “Well, he kind of makes funny noises sometimes, and does crazy stuff with his hands when the teacher is talking.”

Hmmm.  “You know, honey,” I started cautiously, “There can be lots of reasons a kid would do stuff like that.  I know that you are used to autism, but that’s not the only thing that makes kids act differently.  There are lots of reasons Billy might do that stuff.”  She considered that for a short moment, and then shrugged again.  “Oh.  Okay.  Well, whatever he has, Jimmy has it, too.”


I have to admit, this story cracks me up.  It is important to remember that there is nothing at all mean-spirited about it.  The remarkable part of this story is how unremarkable an autism diagnosis seems to Elena.  It’s just another thing some kids have.  I realize, however, that to the mothers of her classmates, this story isn’t funny at all (be assured that the kids’ names have been changed).  But autism has been a part of Elena’s life since she was about two months old.  To her, it is totally normal.

This is not to say that it doesn’t cause pain for Elena or Ryan.  When Evan starts to tantrum, and I see Ryan’s entire body recoil and tears spring to his eyes, I realize that the kids have had a lifetime of emotional upheaval.  When Elena said, at around age four, “Why don’t Eban lub me?  Ryan lub me.  Eban don’ lub me” it rocked my world.

So, what do we do?  We have therapists.  We have sibling groups.  We work to involve all of the kids in activities that they can enjoy together, regardless of ability—skiing, sledding, swimming.  We also make sure to give each of the kids time alone with us, and time with typical kids.   And, we worry.  We hope that we are giving them enough tools to process this crazy life they’re growing up in.  We hope that they have enough good stuff in their lives that, 30 years from now, when they look back on their childhoods, whatever PTSD we’ve subjected them to will be outweighed by the happy stuff.  And that they grow up to have a healthy bit of confidence in themselves and a decent amount of compassion for others.

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  1. I’m certain that both of you are very devoted parents, but I believe that all of your children are fortunate to have been born to a mother who has as much dedication, insight, and compassion as you do.

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