Christmas
can be fun, but watch out for January
I've
read a number of 'how to cope with Christmas and autism' posts the
last few weeks, and wondered at my family's positive experiences of
Christmas.
Adapt
As I
look back I realise that we did a lot of adjusting as a family before
any diagnosis was ever in our thoughts. Every family adjusts to
their idea of the perfect Christmas. Our quiet stay at home times
worked for all of us. We never did a lot of visiting or travelling.
We didn't go to parties. We always stayed home on Christmas day. My
son loves food so we made a lot out of creating the Christmas meal.
We made annual fudge. We still do. We've always been flexible. We
got a garage tree late one year in the dark because that's what was
going to work. We always included the decorations and pictures he
made. I still put up his creations age 3, age 4 even though he's now
14. We did whatever was fun for us. He could spend all day on Christmas with his new toys: time to construct his new advanced lego set.
You
don't have to because everyone else does. Trust your instincts.
I
never took my son to see Santa. I didn't decide not to. I thought
about it sometimes. It just never happened. I avoid packed shopping
centres and queues. It was not something my son ever asked for. I
think I knew instinctively not to go there. I do most of my
Christmas shopping online and now so does he.
Embrace
the unusual. Be creative.
We
wrote a Santa list each year and put it into the fire. To test
Santa's reality my son would not tell anyone what he wanted or show
anyone the list! However, he was less skilled at preventing my
access to it, so I managed to sneak a peek or get a phone photo
before it went up in smoke. I always explained that Santa couldn't
bring everything with so many children in the world, but he'd
probably get numbers 1 or 2 on his list. One year he asked for
teleportation, another a million pounds in my account.
Santa
sent him a raspberry pi the teleportation year and a note that he
could learn to programme to develop the first teleportation machine.
The money year I showed him a small financial transaction in my
account Christmas morning and said I had no idea how it got there but
I could spend it on his games, chocolate coins all over the floor
under the tree, pretend money too.
There
was just enough truth in his presents for him to enjoy and accept
Santa. Imagination is a PDA strength for him.
You
know best what will work for your child.
My son
always told me he doesn't like surprises. I wonder whether the lead
up to Christmas was stressful for him in reality. But I also wonder
how that waiting game helped him develop patience. If it is all too
much for your child then don't do it. Maybe you can tell them the
Santa truth and find fun in doing things a different way.
I did
realise at about age 11 and with an asd diagnosis that I might have
to explain Santa to my son. That he was not necessarily going to
figure things out himself. I overheard him discuss things with a
cousin. They both agreed that a man in a red suit didn't seem probable, but it couldn't possibly be parents because they'd never
spend that much money on you. I told him the truth well away from
Christmas time in April that year and again in September. He said he
had been starting to think it couldn't be true, but he was so far
from thinking it was me! By Christmas that year he had adjusted and
was happy that the event still happened and presents still came.
Remember
conforming to everyone else's norm is not something your child will
find easy. Consider how much you ask them to conform. Consider why
you ask them to conform. Consider who the conforming is for.
Consider how you might alter your own expectations. Consider when
enough is enough. Consider what Christmas is really about.
New
Year Watchout
The
challenge for us always came in Januarys, particularly in settling
back to school. It was a mistake to imagine that my son could just
pick up where he left off in December. Things worked better when we
approached January as if starting again. Routines and timetables had
to be reestablished slowly. As we now homeschool I realise that
Christmas meant rest at home time and no school and that has always
suited my son better. So Christmas was a break from the trauma that
was school. Now in that sense at least, it's Christmas all year.