Lying in bed last night, my remaining thoughts were about Nat.\u00a0 I was thinking about his imminent graduation and wondering how he would feel once he learns of it.\u00a0 This subject has weighed heavily on my mind because the idea of revealing this news scares me.\u00a0 Traditionally, Nat has become seriously anxious in the weeks leading up to a major event, and this one — no more school — is perhaps the biggest he’s ever faced.\u00a0 Or at least it is right up there with moving into the school residence.<\/p>\n
Nat’s anticipation has always set him off.\u00a0 Whether for a beloved upcoming event, like a vacation on Cape Cod, or a strange new one, like going to sleepaway camp, we have often seen an increase in nervousness.\u00a0 His responses range from fast stomping around the house, to repeating questions nonstop about the streetlights or other people’s breakfast choices, to jumping up and down, screaming and biting his own arm.\u00a0 My poor darling.\u00a0 But I guess in some ways that is no less self-destructive than when I gorge on ice cream until I’m sick, during my periods of deep depression, or go to bed in the middle of the day, or blow off a hundred commitments to people.<\/p>\n
Still, we have become very careful about how and when to bring up changes and transitions.\u00a0 I do not want to have to go back to times of fearing Nat — I used to call it Siege — and I do not want to traumatize Ben again.\u00a0 I don’t ever again want to see Ben hiding under a table from his brother, unless he is playing Hide and Seek.\u00a0 I don’t want him placating Nat, to keep him from exploding, even if we order him not to.<\/p>\n
I don’t want any of that.\u00a0 But just yesterday I was talking to a new friend, the mother of one of Nat’s (hopefully) future roommates.\u00a0 “We’ve definitely seen some regression since we’ve told him he’s going to be moving out, an increase in some really challenging behaviors in J,” M said, and she described some of what they’ve been seeing.\u00a0 I thought to myself, Yeah, Nat will do the very same thing, once we tell him<\/em>.\u00a0 I have been figuring we would tell him after we have had a meeting with the entire transition team, on the 12th, when we will plan Nat’s final month of school.\u00a0 I have been waiting for the staff to tell me what they usually do and say (types of Social Stories, calendars, trips to the Day Program, upcoming graduation celebration and party).<\/p>\n But lying in my dark bedroom, I thought of J and his many many questions, and the stress that they all must be feeling, simply because J knows.\u00a0 And suddenly I thought:\u00a0 Doesn’t Nat deserve to know, too?\u00a0 Doesn’t he deserve to have time to get used to the idea?\u00a0 Even — and this is strange, but I feel it is important somehow — even the right to get really anxious about it?\u00a0 I’ve been wanting to tell him about what I’ve been working on for him:\u00a0 the day program, the roommates, the apartment — but no one has given me the go ahead.\u00a0 I’ve been waiting for A Sign.<\/p>\n However innocent and sweet Nat appears — and in fact is — he is also a man of 21, and very astute.\u00a0 For a person with limited language, he has compensated with becoming very sensitive to our nuanced voices, whispers, mood shifts, and even the way we speak in code around him.\u00a0 We refer to Nat as “Eldest” when we need to discuss him in front of him.<\/p>\n But somehow I don’t think he is fooled.\u00a0 Just the other day I was starting to say something about his social group; I did not even say social group.\u00a0 I wasn’t speaking to Nat, either.\u00a0 I merely said, “I wonder if those guys are going to the –” I didn’t even finish my thought.\u00a0 I was wondering if those social group guys were going to the Topsfield Fair.\u00a0 (Nat was not going; I felt afraid that he would wander from the group there.\u00a0 I would be sending him with a different group, where the chaperones were more experienced.)<\/p>\n Nat froze.\u00a0 Oh boy, was he listening.\u00a0 He was listening with every fiber of his being, every neuron was reaching its tangled ganglia towards me, eking out meaning from the very molecules in the words coming out of my mouth.\u00a0 I saw him in the rear view mirror, his wide, tilted blue eyes filled with questions, just like when he was a baby looking up at me from that back seat. (If you looked at the eyes and blond bangs, and blocked out the lower face with the beard stubble and man’s jaw, it was the same exact<\/em> face.)\u00a0 And I saw that he is still so dependent on me for information; he hangs on what I say because I have introduced him to much of the world.\u00a0 Not only that, I am the one who figured out, so long ago, how to explain things to him to reduce his anxiety.\u00a0 As his mom, I had to major in Natology, and get an A every time, or he would be scared or sad.\u00a0 It has been my job to prevent that.<\/p>\n Or so I’ve thought.\u00a0 Last night I couldn’t sleep because I realized that no, it is not my job to prevent that.\u00a0 Protect him, yes; but my job is also to give him the skills and experience to protect himself.\u00a0 The whole reason you have school and then independence is so that your babies can eventually survive — on their own, to whatever degree possible.\u00a0 Because you won’t be there forever. But also because it is their right,<\/em> their right to live an entire<\/em> life.\u00a0 J was struggling, but he was learning and growing, and his mom was there to support and explain.\u00a0 But J was doing what he needed to do.\u00a0 Shouldn’t Nat have that same opportunity?<\/p>\n So I couldn’t stand it any longer.\u00a0 Today, driving him back to The House (the school residence), Ned and I were talking — in code — about the graduation and party.\u00a0 Suddenly I blurted, “You know, Nat, you will be leaving school soon.\u00a0 Right around your birthday.”<\/p>\n “Yes,” Nat said, snapping to attention, listening in that deeply neuro-aware way.<\/p>\n “So, in November, you won’t have school anymore.\u00a0 You’ll graduate.\u00a0 We’ll have a party.\u00a0 And you’ll come home to live.”\u00a0 I stopped there, because that was all I have for now.\u00a0 As soon as the home and roommates are completely certain, as soon as I have a building to show him, I will tell him about that move-out.\u00a0 For now, it was the leaving-school concept that I felt he had to hear about, at last.<\/p>\n “And Nat, we’ll talk about it a lot more, okay?\u00a0 So it’s not happening yet, but in November, okay?”<\/p>\n “Okay.”<\/p>\n There was that face in the mirror again, so vulnerable, so young.\u00a0 But in a few moments, he went right back to his quiet self-talking.\u00a0 So darling, so innocent!\u00a0 And yet also, so ready.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Lying in bed last night, my remaining thoughts were about Nat.\u00a0 I was thinking about his imminent graduation and wondering how he would feel once he learns of it.\u00a0 This subject has weighed heavily on my mind because the idea of revealing this news scares me.\u00a0 Traditionally, Nat has become seriously anxious in the weeks […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2143","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pSTth-yz","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2143","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2143"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2143\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2147,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2143\/revisions\/2147"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2143"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2143"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2143"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}