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What To Do When Someone Hurts

When Emma was just two years old she was diagnosed with Pervasive Developmental Disorder- Not Otherwise Specified or PDD-NOS, which is the “it-may-be-autism-but-we-can’t-be-sure-maybe-she’s-just-a-bit-different-so-let’s-just-wait-and-see-what-happens-before-we-say-it’s-autism” diagnosis.  Two years later, Emma was diagnosed with autism.  But in 2004, when Emma was given her PDD-NOS diagnosis the neuroscientists, Kamila and Henry Markram, had not come up with their Intense World Theory for Autism.  The idea that Autistics have a brain that is far more sensitive to all stimuli than non autistic brains, was not something people were talking about.

Emma has since told me that she can “hear” people.  When I asked her what she meant by that, she wrote that she could sense people’s emotions and inner turmoil.  She could hear their moods.  I have been told and read similar things from other Autistic people.  This is something Barb Rentenbach also talks about in her must read, book, I might be you.  Now add to the intense sensory sensitivities that ebb and increase suddenly and without warning, lights, noise, touch, smells, tastes, feelings and you will begin to understand how overwhelming and unpredictable life can be.  Or, as Emma wrote last week, “On Monday a noise is pleasant, but on Tuesday the same noise is not pleasing to me.”

Yesterday, Emma wrote about what happens when she bites herself and the things others can do to help, as well as the things people do that make it worse and it made me think about my reactions to seeing my daughter hurt herself.  I can go through a fairly quick series of feelings.  I might feel scared, oh, no!  She’s hurting herself, this is terrible, I have to make her stop! and concern mixed with confusion, what can I do to make her stop?   But I also may feel other things too, like a desire to control the situation, annoyance and embarrassment that she is screaming in a public place, stress and overwhelm from the tears and her obvious upset, feelings of inadequacy that I should be able to help her more than I am, wondering whether I am a bad parent, believing that if I were a “good” parent, she wouldn’t do these things.  Questioning my own reactions, worrying that if I don’t force her to stop, people will harshly judge me or criticize me or believe I don’t care that she’s hurting herself.  Or maybe the situation is also stressful for me and I’m also in overwhelm.  And on it goes.  But as Emma wrote, “I know it upsets people, but it’s not about them, it’s about not being able to describe massive sensations that feel too much to tolerate.”  So if I don’t spend the time to think about and become aware of what I’m feeling as I witness her, I will react in ways that actually exacerbate her overwhelm.

I am once again reminded of my car ride with my beautiful, friend Ibby while visiting her in Chicago this past December.  I wrote about that ride ‘here.’  What Ibby did was such a perfect example of what I needed, though I did not realize I needed it and could not have asked for it, had I been asked – what do you need?  A calm, loving voice, carefully telling me what was going to happen next and why, a calm loving voice coming from someone who genuinely loves me, who I know has no agenda, was not trying to control me, whose words and concern were completely for me, with no other motivation than to truly be there for me… this was what Ibby gave me during that car ride.  Ibby did not try to take away my feelings, she didn’t try to control them, she wasn’t judging them, she was calm, patient, accepting and above all, incredibly kind and loving.  And, by the way, Ibby could not stop the noise the wind shield wipers made, it was not something that was within her control, it was snowing hard, she could not drive without them, yet even so, what she did instead made all the difference in the world.

It seems so simple, it seems so obvious, but it is actually quite rare to have someone do this for another.  So I will end this by encouraging all who want to know what they can do to help someone who is deeply distressed, examine your feelings, really look at them and make sure you understand what you are feeling before you attempt to help another, because if you’re becoming upset with someone else’s upset, anything you do will cause the other person to only become more upset.  Until I can get to a place of having “helpful thoughts of calming kindness.  Reassuring words of understanding, instead of irritation and impatience”  my response will add to the other person’s overwhelm.

*I just have to add here, this is something I find very difficult to actualize.  It is a work in progress, but it is vitally important.

Ariane & Emma ~ 2011

Ariane & Emma ~ 2011

Different Neurology ~ Different Perception

When I began writing about the actions many take that are labeled “self-injurious behaviors” I had some ideas from my past of self harm (bulimia, anorexia, compulsively overeating, etc) about what that might be like.  When my daughter began biting her hand and arm, punching herself in the face or chest, I knew I was seeing something different, but there seemed to be enough of an overlap that I felt I had a small degree of insight into her experience.  But there is a difference between self harm and the actions many take to mitigate external pain such as cluster headaches and the pain brought on by a variety of sensory issues.  Others have described the action of biting, pinching, head banging as a way to center themselves, they describe the calm they feel afterwards and many describe a sense of relief as well as others who say they are able to make sense of space and where their bodies are.  Many described how when the underlying source was treated the desire to bang, punch, bite went away.

Anonymous 1 (who I quoted in yesterday’s post) said, ”When I bashed my head, though, the screaming stopped. It just cut off, and then the pain spread over my entire scalp, like a blanket over my brain.

I couldn’t stop thinking about this sentence.  So I reached out to ask for more about the “screaming”.   Anonymous 1 responded:

I can hear shapes and colors, and sometimes I feel music in a very literal way. Like, slow adult contemporary stuff my mom plays makes me start itching and it makes my clothes feel too tight. The scream in my head works the same way. When I’m having a sensory day, it starts wailing away and makes it hard for me to maintain emotional equilibrium, until I lash out (either through SIB or by becoming verbally abusive to people around me). Similarly, if I’m put off emotionally by something, like someone being selfish, then the scream will start up until I’m scratching at myself and teasing the broken bones in my hand just to give myself a pain-stim that will shut it down.

“If I had to describe it, I would say that emotions are a sense, in the way that sensory issues work for me. They mix with the other senses, bleed into them synesthetically, and the integration issues for both emotions and sensory input have exactly the same process in my head. The act of both of them happening at once, where I can’t focus on just one or the other, produces the scream. Some days, I can clamp down on it and keep it in my head. Other days… meltdown. SIBs. Crying. Fighting with family.”

Anonymous 4 wrote: “I like to bite my arm. I know. It sounds weird, but I love the feeling of the shimmery yellow and blue and white sensation that flows down my arm.  There is nothing like it.

When I read this I thought about how easy it is to assume we understand until someone describes their experience and it is very different from what we assumed.    It seems to me this is an important piece.  I know Anonymous 1 and 4 are not the only ones who have this experience with synesthesia.  Judy Endow discusses how she perceives words through the sound and movement of color.  I have heard others describe variations on this as well.  If ones neurology finds meaning in spoken words through movement, sound and color, it would stand to reason, emotions and sensation would be perceived this way as well leading them to do things that might cause those witnessing it as something to be stopped.  I have to wonder how many, who are in the field of Autism are hearing these kinds of experiences.  So much regarding autism comes from those witnessing it,  people who want to understand, but whose own neurology may make it very challenging, if not impossible, for them to do so.

“Self-Injurious Behaviors” ~ Let’s Discuss

I’m continuing to research SIBs, which stands for “self-injurious behaviors”.  It’s far too complex a topic to tackle in a quick  800 – 1000 word post. There are a number of topics it seems important to discuss,  which all fall under the heading of “self-injurious behavior.” (Feel free to add more in the comments section, this is definitely a work in progress.)   I’ve broken these topics down to include:

  • The language we use to describe such actions.
  • The perception (usually of neurotypical parents, caregivers, doctors, school employees, educators and the general public) of what these actions may or may not mean, this is particularly critical when the person taking such actions is partially speaking or non-speaking.
  • The personal experiences of those who have engaged in such actions that may or may not lead to real injury.
  • The experience of those who want to help and/or are in a position where they may be held accountable for the actions or inactions taken.  (This includes parents who love their child and would do anything to lessen their child’s frustration and pain.)
  • What can be done to help those who head bang, bite, pinch, punch or engage in actions that lead to serious and/or permanent injury?
  • What can be done to help those who head bang, bite, pinch, punch or engage in actions that are difficult to witness, but do not lead to permanent or serious injury?

I will try to cover all these various sub-topics, but first I’m going to tell you a story.

Emma sits cross-legged on the floor in our living room.  Her tutu billows about her plump legs, it’s pink ribbon sash lies undone near her.  In one hand she holds one of my red suede pumps, it’s small round heel directed at her forehead.   Wordlessly she smacks her head with the shoe’s heel over and over again as if she were driving a nail into a wooden plank. 

“ NO!  Emma, don’t!” I plead, running over to her.  I take the shoe from her, kneeling down to survey the damage.   There is no blood, just a small pink mark above her left eye where the heel made contact.

Instinctively I pull her into me wanting to comfort, but she resists.  She stares over my shoulder.  No sign of pain, there are no tears, no distress.  Her face is the face of a perfectly content toddler.  Whatever emotional trauma I imagine for her is mine alone.  She turns away from me and reaches for the other shoe lying a few feet away. 

“No Emma!  You cannot hurt yourself,” I say as though this were a natural thing to remind such a young child.  Bewilderment overwhelms my shock.  Emma stands up and wanders off, leaving me with one red shoe in each hand.

This was how I responded to Emma’s seemingly bizarre actions.  This was how I continued to respond to Emma when she began to bite herself.  This was all I knew to do.  Remove the thing that was causing damage, except that when that “thing” was her own fist or fingers or teeth I was powerless and defeated.  So I begged her, pleaded with her to stop, usually in a loud, panic-stricken voice.  Why was she feeling compelled to do such a thing?  Was it a deep need for sensory input? Did her head hurt?  Was she trying to cope with internal pain caused by some outside source – the daylight streaming in through the window, the heat from the radiator, the clicking noise the steam heat made as it surged through the pipes, was there some noise only she could hear that bothered her, did the fabric from her tutu itch or dig into her skin, or was it something else that I couldn’t see or understand?

I spoke with experts, doctors and other parents, but I never learned how to help her.  I watched YouTube videos and read research articles, I spoke to school staff, psychologists and people who work in hospitals.  Nothing I read or heard about made much difference other than to make me feel even more panicked and fearful.  The language used by those in the field of Autism is almost uniformly fear based and along the lines of deficit thinking.  By saying someone is engaging in “self-injurious behavior” we are suggesting they choose to “behave” this way.  But what if this is actually incorrect?  What if you were unable to make yourself understood through spoken language and had a horrific headache?  What if you could not use words to describe the pain you were in?  What might you do?  What if you felt such a surge of frustration you lost the ability to speak?  What if you could not find something or something broke or the music you were listening to or the DVD you were watching was calming and beautiful and it suddenly, abruptly, stopped or skipped, what if you needed it and now it was gone?    What if the only way you felt better and calmer was by hitting yourself.  What if the very sensation viewed by onlookers as harmful was actually helpful to you?

To someone like my daughter, her response to upset of various kinds is not the response of a child being difficult or bratty or frustrated.  Hers is the response of someone who’s world is coming to an end.  She is in full panic mode.  If she said, “I can’t take this.  I’m feeling completely overwhelmed, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on, I just want to scream and punch something!”  We would nod our heads and say, “gosh I know exactly how you feel!  I’ve felt that way too!  Let’s talk about it!”  We would go over and hug her and she would take solace in knowing she wasn’t alone and the hug might make her feel loved and she might even feel safe enough to talk about it more.  Her situation wouldn’t change, the feelings leading up to uttering those words might not change, she may still feel overwhelmed and not know how to change those feelings, but through talking about them, we talkers have come to see there’s some comfort to be had, because our brains are programmed that way.  This is what most of us, who are more neurotypical than not, have found.  Except that my daughter’s brain doesn’t work that way.  Talking and hugs do not help her when she feels overwhelmed, in fact talking and hugs increase her upset!

In addition Emma’s experience of pain is different from mine and many people’s.  Emma can twist and yank out a tooth within an hour of it feeling even slightly loose.  Emma can have an ear infection that is so bad the pediatrician was incredulous.  Emma can show no signs of illness but is found to have strep throat, caught by her doctor only because we happened to be in his office for a routine wellness check up.  Emma craves sensory input on a level Richard and I find astonishing.  She turns the volume up as high as the TV or DVD player will go of her favorite songs or movies.  We are literally blasted out of the room she is in.  Sensory input is needed at levels we cannot tolerate.  For Emma this isn’t a “behavior” this is a need.  How this plays out when she bites or hits I cannot fully know, but that they do, is something I feel sure of.

Last summer I spoke to my friend Ibby who explained why yelling at Emma to stop hurting herself was not working.  “It’s a lie,” Ib said.  She explained that by telling her she “couldn’t” do something, something she’d just done right in front of me, as evidenced by the teeth marks on her arm, was a lie.   A lie that made no logical sense.  So I stopped saying things like that.  Soon after I stopped yelling at her, I realized that anything I said could be heard as scolding, judgmental and counterproductive, especially when done in a loud voice.  Now that I have a better understanding of language and how language can come and go, I understand it isn’t just Emma’s ability to communicate, it’s her ability to understand all verbal communication.  All spoken language, both hers and anyone else’s goes out the window.

I have to stop talking.  This is counter intuitive for me, but it’s key.  Stop talking.  I have to remind myself of this.  If Emma is in the midst of an upset where she has begun to bite herself, no amount of logic will prevent her from biting mid-bite.  When Emma is biting herself this is an indication to me that I need to be quiet.  Sometimes she will come to me and allow me to put my arms around her in a firm embrace, other times she will reject all contact.  In the midst of an upset I have learned the single best thing I can do is – nothing.  No words, no physical contact, nothing.  I remain nearby and I wait for her to come to me if she needs or wants to.  Once she is calmer, I have a chance at figuring out what led up to the upset… maybe.  Once she is calmer I can try to see if there’s a pattern so that I can interrupt it next time before she gets to the point where biting herself seems like the only solution.

The single most unproductive thing I can do in the midst of Emma’s upset is to scold, admonish, restrain and judge her.  This may seem obvious to many of you, but it wasn’t obvious to me.  Some of the things others have recommended:

Judy Endow wrote:  “DISCOVER AND ELIMINATE PHYSICAL PAIN.  I have worked with many autistics who REAL PAIN and trying to change behaviors is like telling someone you love that you don’t want to know anything at all about their pain and in fact you want them to learn to behave as if they did not have any pain at all! So many behaviors turn out to be physical – one little girl who banged her head so hard it put holes in the walls, caused concussion and wore a locked helmet was discovered to have had head lice for so long that the lice had burrowed so far under her skin she had to have some sort of specialized treatment more than lice shampoo to get rid of them. She had lice for over 3 years before it was discovered due to them burrowed under her scalp!!! Once the lice was gone so was the head banging.”

(Judy Endow has written a terrific work book Outsmarting Explosive Behavior and while she doesn’t mention “SIBs” specifically, the steps she suggests will certainly be helpful for many.)

In answer to my question “Was there anything that helped?  If so, what?”  Kassiane wrote:  “Treating my cluster headaches. Leaving the SIB alone, treating it not just as a ‘mysterious autism behavior’ but as a release valve for stress, & eliminating or reducing the input that was pushing that far. Changing the situation has a much higher success rate than “stop doing that”, because I need a way to cope with the situation that leads to chewing my hand…I dont even notice until I’m a bit…gnawed.

Anonymous 1 wrote:  “I do remember, in those early days, that I liked the head-bashing because I only needed to do it once or twice. I could pound my fists into the dirt until my knuckles scabbed up, but the pain that I felt would barely measure up to the sound of my own screaming in my head. No matter how much I tried to let it out, it just never worked. I would punch myself into exhaustion and fall asleep, still feeling completely trapped, helpless, and alone. I would wake up afterward hearing my own screaming in my head.

 “When I bashed my head, though, the screaming stopped. It just cut off, and then the pain spread over my entire scalp, like a blanket over my brain.

Anonymous 2 described a prickly sensation all over their scalp caused by a new haircut.

Many spoke of the frustration leading up to the biting, hitting, etc.  Redirection seemed to help less serious actions, but everyone, everyone agreed that scolding, punishment or anything that could be viewed as punishment made the punching, hitting, banging and pinching much, much worse.

Having said all of this, we are fortunate in that Emma has never done more than left a mark on her arm or hand.  But there are others who do.  There are children and people who break bones, break the skin, and do permanent damage to themselves.  What then?  What does one do to help them?  What can be done?

I’m afraid I have no answers for these situations.  But whatever the “remedy” or “therapy” being employed, we have to ask the person who is being subjected to these various things if it is in fact helpful and if they are unable to communicate by typing, writing or speaking, we must ask ourselves  –  Would I want to be treated this way?  This is, at least, a starting point.

Self Injurious Behaviors ~ Questions

I’ve been working on a post about self-injurious behaviors for a few days now, but I realized this morning I need some feedback from all of you before I proceed.  If you aren’t comfortable commenting here, please write me at emmashopeblog@gmail.com.  Everything anyone tells me will remain confidential, unless you specifically tell me I may quote you. If you are comfortable with my quoting you, be sure to tell me!

Have you or anyone you know engaged in self-injurious behaviors?  

Can you describe the behavior?

What was done?  

Did it help?  

If not, did it make it worse?  

Was there anything that did help?  

If so, what?

If you have witnessed someone who self injured did anyone speak to you about how you felt being a witness?  If so, was it helpful?  If not, do you think it would have been?

All comments on this topic are welcome, even if they do not answer any of these questions.

Thanks so much and have a great weekend everyone!

Emma’s Self Portrait – 2013

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Emma Refuses To Get Off the Bus and A Self Advocate is Born!

Monday morning Richard and I awaited Emma’s school bus.  I had prepped Em the night before.  “Okay, so Em.  The bus is going to come and it’ll pick you up and take you to your new school, okay?”
Em nodded her head.
“When the bus gets to your new school, it’s going to let you off in the front and there will be someone to meet you.  They’ll take you into the auditorium where your teacher will be waiting for you.”
“Go see Katie!”
“Yeah and Katie will take you upstairs to your classroom.”
“Go with Mommy!”
“No, Em.  I can’t go on the bus with you.  They won’t let me.  But I’ll wait for it with you, okay?”
“Okay.”

Emma bounded back and forth on the sidewalk in front of us as we waited.  When the bus pulled up Em ran up the steps, we spoke with the driver, who reassured us we had the correct contact info for her and as the bus pulled away I waved, remarking to Richard how nice it was to have such a friendly driver.

Forty five minutes later the bus driver called, saying Emma was very upset and refused to get off the bus.  “What?”  I heard Richard say.  “Well that’s because you’ve taken her to the wrong school!” There was a pause.  “Uh-huh.  Yeah, well it’s good she didn’t get off because that’s not her school.” Meanwhile I began talking to Richard as though the driver could hear me.  “They have to bring her home and they need to tell her what they’re doing.  She’s probably really upset and confused.  They need to tell her…”  Richard thrust the phone at me.

To the apologetic driver I said, “I’m sure Emma is upset.  May I speak to her?”

I could hear the driver, who was clearly upset herself say to someone, “hand my phone to her. No it’s okay.  Give her the phone, it’s her Mom.”  And in the background I could hear Emma’s anxiety laced voice repeating, “No I don’t want to get off the bus.  Emma goes to new school!”
“Your mommy’s on the phone, honey.  Here…”
Then I could hear breathing and Em’s voice very quietly said, “Mommy?”
“Emmy, Emmy!  The driver made a mistake.  They’re going to take you back home now.  I’m waiting for you.  Okay?”
“They go wrong way.  Emma said, no!  NO!  I don’t want to go to old school.  I want to go to new school!  I don’t want to get off the bus!”
“That’s right Em.  You did the right thing.  You told them they were going the wrong way.  They’re going to take you home now.”
“Go home, see Mommy!  I’m going to be right back!”
“Yes, Em.  I’ll see you in a few minutes.  I’m waiting for you.”

When I got off the phone I looked at Richard and said, “Wow.”  We looked at each other.  “She advocated for herself.  She totally advocated for herself.  Wow!”

When the bus arrived, returning Emma to me, I gathered her in my arms and said, “Em!  I am so proud of you!”
“No not this way!”  Emma pointed east toward her old school.  “You go wrong way.  You have to go this way!”  Emma said, pointing west, toward her new school.
“You are so awesome, Em.  If they had listened to you, you could have directed them to your school!  You advocated for yourself!  You told them they were going the wrong way.”
Emma beamed.
“You did the right thing!  You refused to get off the bus.  I’m so proud of you!”

By the time we got upstairs Emma was smiling and laughing.  Richard congratulated her on standing up for herself and for trying to make them understand.  With each compliment Emma’s smile grew wider.

By the time Richard had gathered his things to take her to her new school, Emma was happy, repeating the things she’d said to the bus driver.  It wasn’t until she came to say good-bye that I saw the teeth marks on her hand.

“Hey Emmy, I said, holding her close.  “Did you bite yourself?”
Emma nodded her head.  “Emma screamed.  Emma was frustrated!”
“I bet you were.  You were trying to tell them they were going to the wrong school and they didn’t listen.”  I stroked her head.
“Emma goes to new school now!”

“Yeah, Em.  You’re awesome. I am so, so proud of you!”

As she and Richard left, I thought about all our children who are trying so hard to communicate and yet aren’t being heard.  I imagined Emma sitting on that bus trying to make them understand that they were going the wrong way.  Using the right words, but not being understood. And finally, because no one was listening, no one was considering that she actually knew what she was talking about, she began to scream and bite herself.

My dream for Emma is that she be able to advocate for herself.

Now she is and I could not be prouder.

Em and the School Bus

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