Siblings

During my grieving stage, I was so engrossed in the pain I was feeling that I neglected to see how autism was affecting my other children. Anton is younger brother to Polo, 17 years old during diagnosis, and Abby, 7 (at that time). He is also kuya to Issa, who was 1 last year.


My four babies, December 2009

Polo studies in the US so when his baby brother was diagnosed, he was far from the chaos. When I told him about the autism, however, he said, "what's that?" Being a typical California teen, Polo has become very independent. He still loved his siblings deeply though and it showed every time he would come to visit the Philippines. I knew that he worried about Anton after his baby brother was diagnosed. He would also be excited about new developments and looked forward to Skype calls to see how the other kids were doing.


Polo, Anton and Mama, Christmas 2009

Issa was too young to even know that something serious was happening. She continued to grab toys from Kuya and was always in his way. Having been the "surprise" baby, Issa (since birth) had to sacrifice for his Kuya Anton. In the womb while Anton was only five months old, she was not given the prenatal attention that all the other kids had. Mama was too busy raising an infant.

Even when Anton was a newborn, Ate Abby was always jealous of the attention we gave to our baby boy. She wanted to join him in the crib to play. She also used to say, "do you love Anton more than me?" Abby was the hardest to be hit by the diagnosis, let alone the presence of the babies. She had gotten used to her monopoly of parents' attention (Kuya Polo was too old to be jealous when Abby was born), that every praise or positive comment given to the babies was met with, "what about me?"

After the diagnosis, sibling dynamics did not change when it came to Issa. She continued to be the baby who had to give in to her older siblings. My relationship with her, however, suffered. My obsession with recovery kept me from spending time with my other children. I played with them occasionally but whenever they would play with Anton, I was always cautious that Anton would not have a meltdown. So they had to give in to him most of the time. Also, I did not realize it until later but whenever they would play, I would always interfere to make it a pseudo-therapy session.


The three little ones- Issa, Abby and Anton

Abby went with me to the dev. ped.'s office on August 7 but she never knew anything was wrong until I explained it to her almost three months later. The truth about Anton had to come out because Abby had started to exhibit negative behavior at home and in school just to get my attention. All of a sudden, Abby was bossing her classmates around and was treating yayas badly. She also started to say, "I don't want to play with Anton, he keeps grabbing my stuff."

I knew I had to set aside time to be with my two daughters even if my schedule was packed with events related to Anton. This was part of the reason why I decided to go back to being a full-time mom a few months after the diagnosis. While I was still employed part-time, however, my Ate got Abby a book entitled, "There's a Duwende in My Brother's Soup." Although the child in the book is a more typical autism case, it was good for Abby to see how a child with autism acts and how his family adjusts to their special child.

Abby learned the same lessons in "Spinning," a book I bought at the Autism Society of the Philippines convention in November 2009. I had the author and illustrator sign Abby's copy so that she would be excited to read the book. She asked me, "how come Anton doesn't spin?" I said, "because not all kids with autism are the same. Anton likes to line up things, right? That's what makes him different."


These were very effective in helping Abby understand her brother.

The most important purchase I made to address the sibling issue was a DVD called "Understanding Brothers and Sisters on the Autism Spectrum." I read from reviews on Amazon.com that this DVD was effective for other families. Abby liked watching the DVD because it was age-appropriate and because puppets were used to relay the message. Even Anton and Issa enjoyed watching the puppets!

After repeatedly watching the video, Abby finally understood that Anton needs special care. It was still important for me, however, to guide her when interacting with her brother. One day she said, "I don't want to play with Issa, she doesn't have autism." I knew that it was not enough to have told Abby once, I will have to keep watching over her and her siblings whenever they play. Sometimes she would say, "look mom, Anton and I are playing with Lego!" or she would grab the babies' hands and play, "ring around the rosie." She tries to become a mini-me when it comes to her baby brother.


Abby always reads to Anton

Last year, Abby added to the stress and desperation of the diagnosis but nowadays she has lived up to her "Ate" title. Well, of course, unless Anton tries to dismantle her Lego creation or Issa attempts to break her crayons.

Issa is a spoiled, "kulit" baby and she exercises her "bunso" privilege always. She would grab a toy from Kuya Anton and run away with it screaming (like she was the victim); or she would say "I want Kuya Anton sit down;" or she would jump on the bed and land on a "hiding" Kuya Anton. I realized after seeing all this why God gave me Issa. She was the playmate Anton needed to help him snap out of his "space out" moments. She was given to us because Anton needed to learn to socialize and share. Most of all, he needs to learn how to act appropriately because he is Issa's big brother.


Issa forces Kuya to share

I often get teased by my friends that Anton is my favorite. Honestly, I don't know if that's true. It's just that my baby boy is so sweet and affectionate (unlike his sisters) that I can't help wanting to be around him most of the time. He may or may not be my favorite but now that I have four children, I have proven that you love each one differently.

Polo was my hero in the 90's- his birth redeemed me from the craziness of youth and rebellion. Abby was my much-awaited daughter, the one who keeps nagging me and reminding me how I can be a better mother. Issa will always be mama's baby, my cuddly bundle of joy who I am now able to rightfully treat as my "bunso." And of course, Anton; without whom I would not have realized the depths of my love for my family. Whatever anyone says, I am blessed!