part II .. the other “A” word……. *Autism*
Nor had we any way of knowing that Gavin gazing into his Great-Omi’s eyes this tender moment would be one of the very few eye contacts he would make, for how long remains yet to be determined. We were blissfully unaware of what would eventually become a mad race to familiarize ourselves with yet another “A” diagnosis.
Gavin appeared to be quite the typical baby. A sweet infant, easygoing, rarely fussy. While he never was particularly “outgoing” his infancy was relatively “typical”. He wasn’t one to get excited much (except when gazing at the spinning ceiling fans).. and he seemed to quietly take things in stride. Had that serious, almost scholarly look about him. Instead of engaging and interacting, his demeanor was more that of a studious little fellow, quiet and
He loved dogs from early on, and all the dogs readily took to him…
…lavishing him with doggie kisses which Gavin eagerly accepted.
Yes, we “noticed” things, but weren’t alarmed. “all kids grow at their own pace, don’t compare to other children” would continually echo in our heads. So my daughter’s little fella was simply the focused, quiet type. I remember daughter even mentioning with a sigh of relief one time after visiting friends with neurotypical peers his age “sheesh, I’m sure glad Gavin IS “quiet” and not all loud and demanding and pushy and obnoxious like those kids !”
It wasn’t until well into his second year that we began to scratch our heads. No matter what approach we used in trying to get Gavin’s attention, he never would turn his head and give us the time of day. It was as if he was stone deaf. Yet he was able to hear Sponge Bob and Blues CLues on TV and come running. Odd. Nonetheless, daughter had his hearing tested. Fine. His hearing was just fine. So was he just tuning us out? How rude is that!
All the other “red flags” as we were later to get to know them soon became apparent as well. “look how cute, how he loves to spin!” “look how he loves walking on his toes.. must feel good, must be exercising those little leg muscles for studly calves”.
It wasn’t until we noticed he really, REALLY didn’t enjoy interacting with other children and would make a real point of going in the opposite direction when they approached him, when he would sit for hours spinning the wheels of his beloved cars and trucks rather than actually PLAY with them, his total lack of engaging and eye contact which was getting worse instead of better….his intense almost OCD focus on certain things (car tires, flags, flags, and MORE flags) that the dark dread of the unknown began creeping in. We hesitantly entertained the fleeting thoughts that perhaps, just PERHAPS.. something might not be quite right. Something was “missing”. It was no longer “look how cute”.
Early Intervention came in after the hearing test to “observe”. No one ever dared breathe the word “Autism”.
It wasn’t until a friend of my daughter cautiously mentioned it, that Jessica bravely took it upon herself to venture online and do some research. She sent me the results of her findings, and our world on that day began to spin and spiral downward into a frenzy of confusion, dread, fear of the unknown, and every other imaginable emotion known to man.
We both furiously hit the internet..wanting to know more, yet NOT wanting to know more at the same time. The next several months were spent frantically searching every available resource. It all pointed to the same outcome. The dreaded “A” word.
From one “A” to another “A”. What the HECK???? (putting it politely) Welcome to Autsm 101.
Fast forward to January of this year. The kind and gentle EI lady came back once more. I just happened to be visiting Jessica and Gavin that day. In fact, was getting ready to head home when she knocked on the door. After the usual greetings and introductions, and about a half hour of observing Gavin, she hesitantly, gently.. and tearfully.. broke the news. “I’m so sorry. I’m not a doctor. But I truly believe from everything I’ve observed over the past several months, that Gavin is on the Autism Spectrum”.
She kindly gave us time to compose ourselves, then wept with us as she shared that she, too, had a 17 year old autistic grandson.
We were not shocked by this time. But we were devastated, and the pain was profound. Hearing the spoken words brought a new and real quality to what had been up until now only “possibility and unqualified fears”. Now we had to rethink. Our whole world had just changed.
There was work to be done. Appointments to be made for official diagnosis. Books to be read, more research to be done.
And for this “Omi”, no more hopes of easy breezy retirement ahead consisting of lazy days of carefree leisure and travel… no moving off to warmer climes. No, my daughter needed me now more than ever, and I needed her… and I so need to be near my only grandchild.. whom I had eagerly anticipated and waited for so long..
…and had deeply and intimately loved well before he ever popped his beautiful wee head into this world.
Gavin was officially diagnosed with HFA on 16 Febraury, 2011 on his third birthday.
~Gavin and Mommy Jessica enjoying a reprieve at the hotel pool after the 4 hour drive to to Kluge Children’s Clinic followed by 4 grueling hours of intense, multidisciplinary evaluations the day of Gavin’s diagnosis.~