My husband and I always made the effort to maintain balance in our lives. We were pretty good at it in the beginning of our marriage, but living with autism made it twenty times harder. In the beginning, it snowed us under. We didn't know how to pay attention to the finer details, and tweak our lives from the inside out which is what autism requires you to do in order to survive it.
I eventually learned how once I struck out on my own - with my children in tow.
The stress level continued to build in our home in Harlingen. Money problems brought on by our newly acquired debt was a huge issue. We were inexperienced homeowners and lived outside our means. We found ourselves in more debt than we could manage comfortably, so I called Consumer Credit Counseling Service to help us. It was a free service who helped us organize our money, negotiate the credit card debt, and send us on our way to becoming debt free. My husband and I were not entirely on the same page, but find me a house where that exists, and I'll show you Disney World.
I didn't work outside of the home except for a brief time in the office where my husband worked. I began the job on a Monday right after a vicious stomach virus hit the whole family. Sean was the first to get it on Thursday. I remember worrying myself sick about skipped doses of medicine, but there was nothing I could do. Savannah got the virus on Friday, my husband got it on Saturday. I was left to get it on Sunday, and into the wee hours of Monday which was the first day of my part-time job. I managed to make it through and was glad my husband was there to encourage me.
As time wore on, I noticed that Savannah was prone to get "stomach bugs". It got to be such a problem that we had her tested for parasites since we lived in a border town. Her tests were negative.
We didn't think about the effects our fights had on our children. I suppose that subconsciously I thought they were protected by the autism even though Savannah was not officially diagnosed with it. They appeared to always be in their own little world. Sean seldom, if ever, reacted to our fights (although his memories would surface years later). After awhile Savannah began to act as our mediator. She would come in and quietly say (with her arms stretched out like a referee), "Okay, okay, take it easy." She was in the middle of everything - the fights between her parents and those between her brother and mother. She tried to maintain the balance in our lives where we had failed. My little girl was trying to make everything alright, and it literally made her sick to her stomach.
