Zoey was not herself at all yesterday
She had in home ABA and even her therapist was shocked by Zoey's behavior
Behavior is communication and Zoey's behavior was erratic and she was having a hard time coping, as was I in watching her struggle.
It's hard for a nonverbal child to find a way to communicate that she's mad and she was mad, that was clearly obvious. This heightened level of anxiety was erupting into something catastrophic, her world was rocked and she was unsteady and I knew why, I just needed to think about it, but it's hard to think straight when you're in crisis or panic mode and we were in both.
When it finally clicked, I felt stupid and validated at the same time - well because I've known this for almost 3 years now. Her old iPhone that holds her musical playlist, the songs on this playlist are her way of communicating. Zoey lives life lyrically. Her life is a song and she is the lead singer. Each song on that playlist holds her words that she can play over and over, but these words are sung by others.
My child communicates via tablet by song lyrics and scripting of YouTube kids cartoons and catchy songs.
I have sung to this child since the day she was born, and when she couldn't speak to me, I used music to speak to her so that when times were tough we could sit in the dark together and I could show her that she wasn't alone and that I wasn't going anywhere and that I would never let go. Through the music, Zoey and I found our way, she let me in to her world and it is a beautiful musical that's full of colors and love, its's gorgeous. It's getting to see a sunset, sunrise, and a full moon all in one moment of pure extravagant light
She lets me see that
She trusts me
She loves me
And Oh God, how I love and adore this child. She has changed my life, saved my life, and shown me the meaning of true unconditional love. I thank God for the gift that is her, everyday.
Zoey's iPhone was submerged in water and destroyed the other day. For 1 day my child lost her only way of communicating to me. Her voice, her words drowned in the water that took that device from her and her world crashed, chaos erupted, and she showed me by her actions and her disruptive behavior. She's had that device for almost 3 years, and now it was gone.
We were on a clean canvas with no paint and she wasn't ready to start a new painting at all, because she didn't want to paint, paint isn't her thing, music is, and the music was gone.
I had never seen her like this before, but I was wrong, I had seen her like this before. When Zoey was 2 years old and it was not long after her official diagnosis of severe nonverbal autism. She was in her room and I heard banging and her screaming. I ran in to sit by her and she inched away from me so fast, I didn't have time to even feel hurt by her not wanting me, I just wanted to help her. My child was in pain and I didn't know where or why, but she was in pain.
I didn't know what to do
I had my iPhone and I started playing music from my playlist
She stopped banging and screaming
She inched closer to me
She listened to the song
She put her tiny little finger in my hand and we sat there and listened to that song over and over in the dark on the floor of her room and we didn't let go
So yes, I had seen her like this before and so I grabbed my iPhone and I played that same song from over 2 years ago that we had listened to in the darkness of her room, and I held out my hand and she reached out and took my hand into hers.
She was calm
We had found our way out of the darkness and back into the light
She was alright
Her drowned words had resurfaced to the top and she was no longer sinking, she was floating and happy and we sat there smiling and we didn't let go
Today as I drove her to school she played her music, and usually it's many songs all sporadically played throughout the 21 minute ride to school. Today, she played a song that I haven't heard in awhile. It took me a few minutes, but when she kept stopping it and rewinding the lyrics to repeat the same lyrics of the song, I knew that this was her talking to me. I stopped and I listened to what her song had to say, her words to me, lyrically....
"You think you're lost
but your not lost on your own
you're not alone
It hurts my heart
to see you cry
I know it's dark
this part of life
and we're too small (she kept rewinding this particular part)
I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you've done all you can do
If you can't cope
I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I won't let go" - Rascal Flatts
When we arrived at her school, her aide was waiting to meet us and she watched us as we were singing the song together and after the song I said "I love you, I will fight your fight, we will do this together." and then I watched as she let me go and walked into school with her aide.