Christmas 2012: The Year Arthur Died

Recollections of Christmas in our house tend to be a lot like our memories of trips to Northern Ireland. A series of slightly traumatic family legends:

Remember that year when Archie screamed at the microwave all day and I was 40 weeks pregnant with Louis and ended up with such high blood pressure I had to go up to the hospital to be given cups of tea until it dropped.

Remember that Christmas when we bought that sodding helicopter thing and it took 30 minutes to charge for 2 minutes flight time and Archie almost launched himself through the window with frustration and we had to lose it in the bottom of the bin.

Remember all those years when Archie was only eating 5 items of food and we had to cook gluten free pizza as well as turkey.

So yes, fond memories and all that, but over the years Christmas really has come to mean autism related stress. We’d be happy with a low key Christmas but Joseph and Louis want turkey and trimmings and presents. And more presents.

So this year I started Christmas on Sunday 23rd with a surf. I figured a decent surf might chill Archie out a bit to get him through the next few days. I was a bit dubious as we were heading out to Bigbury; the surf was huge – I think probably bigger than anything he’s been in before and it was all looking pretty grotty. It was too big for me really, and anyway I was hungover, so stayed near where the waves were breaking and tried not to get too mashed in the white water. Archie and Harry looked spectacular. Harry had taken Archie out on an 11 or 12 foot board and they kept heading out the back. Harry was able to slot the board into the massive breaking waves and had the Archie end dangling out of the wave with Archie kneeling above thin air. It really was an example of how skilful the surfers are and dog walkers were stopping on the beach to watch, pointing at the pair of them. A good start and on the way home Archie used the talker to tell me big waves and yes surfing soon.

Christmas Eve we did the annual carol service with Joe then settled down to watch the final ever Melin. Over the last few series Merlin has become a part-family Saturday evening ritual. Joseph, eleven going on fifteen usually spends his time playing Minecraft and shouting ‘grab a diamond sword’ to his friends on Skype in the room next door, but Richard, Louis and I always watch it together. Archie tends to wander in and out watching YouTube or google mapping on the iPad. He was pretty relaxed this week so the emotional finale wasn’t interrupted all that much by Archie appearing iPad in one hand, talker in the other. Granny grandad handbrake up different day doesn’t really add to dark ages bromance. It was a great final episode, although we were all somewhat gutted that Arthur died, and Louis announced it was his ‘worst Christmas present’. More on why it came to represent Christmas 2012 later.

And so onto Christmas day. I stopped buying Archie loads of presents a few years ago. He never opened any – we’d still be finding wrapped presents in the new year, and the whole present unwrapping thing seemed to stress him out. We’d do most of the unwrapping, but if he wasn’t interested once the gift was revealed he would drop it and walk away. I always said you needed no ego giving a present to Archie. We had one very successful year when I bought him a book of photos of Plymouth and not much else and so we learned to think small. He never seems that bothered by the difference in stocking sizes (although I should add the one wrapped stocking present of his was an iPad so he really didn’t miss out this year).

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2012 has been a year of firsts, and Christmas morning was no different. Archie came downstairs, looked for his stocking and FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, opened a wrapped present himself with no prompting. He was delighted with the new iPad although seemed less delighted that I hadn’t wrapped the pyjamas or boxer shorts in his stocking. This continued and each call of ‘Archie we’re unwrapping some more presents’ led to a thud of feet and him joining us (ANOTHER FIRST).

presentTruly great stuff. The days of only eating five items of food are long gone and Archie stole my dad’s stuffing and mineswept his brothers’ leftovers. I’m not sure why Archie was so much better placed to cope with the differentness of Christmas this year, but I suspect having his talker voice and for the first time having access to language played its role.

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And so Christmas day was done. We remarked on how calm it had been and headed home. Archie took himself off to bed soon after and I decided to re-watch Merlin on iPlayer to catch the bits that had been drowned out by handbrake talk. I’d just reached the part where Morgana receives a well deserved forged-in-a-dragon’s-breath sword in the guts when I was joined by Louis and Richard. This is followed by the most important ten minutes of the whole series, Arthur’s death. Arthur had got as far as ‘just just just hold me’ when Louis let out the most enormous scream. ‘MY TUMMY HURTS’. Thinking we’d been noro virused I grabbed a bowl (mother of three, I can magic up a sick bowl faster than Merlin) at which stage he screamed ‘NOOOOO I’M NOT SICK I’M REALLY SAD’. Now admittedly Colin Morgan and Bradley James were acting the death scene really rather well but this was followed by lots of gulping sobs and tears and ‘I can’t believe Arthur is dead and I’m never going to see Merlin again’. The last time I saw him cry like this was when ‘his’ (not really but he thought it was) horse died. Richard gave him a man to man talk about how a great King wants to die in battle (he’s been reading too much Bernard Cornwell) while I necked some more wine. Peace was restored and the boys were shooed to bed.

So anyway another first. A Christmas that wasn’t remotely defined by anything related to autism. When we remember Christmas 2012 it won’t be the year the microwave led to eight hours of non-stop screaming, or the year the presents weren’t opened, or the year we gave up on decorations because they were just pulled down (they’re ‘wrong’). It’ll be the Christmas Arthur died, which has to be a step towards typical Christmas memories. Maybe one year we can have a huge family row.

Louis does seem to have largely recovered from the shock today. I asked him why he had been so upset and he said ‘you know I’m sensitive’. Er what? No, I know he’s noisy and bonkers, but sensitive? Ha. Maybe. He’s asked for a set of Merlin action figures for his birthday next week. Time to hit google.

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16 thoughts on “Christmas 2012: The Year Arthur Died

  1. Wow! All I can say is: Christianne you MUST write a book!!! I’ll be first in line to buy it. This was all just so very touching and moving and dear. All of you – so dear. I honestly think I’d be down for days, too if I watched Arthur dying (it was hard enough in Camelot!). And how incredible has been Archie’s growth this year having been given his voice – I can NOT wait to see what happens in 2013. Thank you, dear girl for sharing.

    • Oh the death scenes were touching. Richard’s no good to use as a barometer to judge the emotional depth of a scene as he cries in everything (including Andre – that film about a sea lion ffs) but even I (hard as nails usually) may have shed a tear or two. Poor Louis though, he really was traumatised!

      I’m looking forward to 2013. More surfing definitely, and Archie’s doing really well at school now. He’s finally becoming interested in things like trying to write, I was staggered to find that he will now copy out letters and will try to write his name. So yes, as always, onwards and upwards I hope.

      • Oh man, that’s so wonderful – handwriting will open even more options for Archie! Joyous! Love your posts. Like eating candy :)

  2. Yes, I remember autism type Christmases, like the year nobody in our family had any wrapped presents because my small brother went into hysterics at the sound of sellotape anywhere in the house!

    • Oh I laughed out loud at that as it’s so typically autistic – a small thing slightly bonkers thing that can have a huge impact. I’m sure it’s far more amusing as an observation than it was to live with though.

      For a few years, after some disastrous years I used to make a packed lunch and take Archie either to the beach or for a short hike on Dartmoor. It used to calm him a bit and meant his brothers could have a few hours wallowing in Christmas toys without a constant background soundtrack of screaming.

  3. This is a fabulous post. I’ve even forgiven you for giving away the end of Merlin (we haven’t watched it yet). It gives me hope – Christmas this year hasn’t been defined by autism, but only because H has taken himself off with the iPad for much of each day. It’s all too much for him – the people, the chatting, the presents – but when we tried Christmas with just us last year, N was really fed up. So we end up with a Christmas where H is absent for much of the time – not something I’m particularly comfortable with. Having said all that he did sit up for part of Christmas lunch, eat turkey and roast potatoes, play with and show affection to his 4 year old cousin (who has HFA and has been barely tolerated in the past) and show some interest in some presents. And the rellies have been trying really hard with the speech therapy stuff we’re doing – scripts and so forth – so we’ve had some good talking. Not all bad. But I can’t help feeling he’s been sidelined. Won’t write about it in my own blog because I don’t want to risk offending the family – so good to express it here!

    • Whoops sorry about Merlin, but at least you’ll know to have the tissues ready!

      Oh Sue I used to struggle more with the splitting within the family thing. A lot of the way we deal with daily living with autism is to divide, so one of us does something with Joe and Louis and the other takes Archie out to do his thing. I always felt uncomfortable about this until a friend pointed out that she did the same thing with her kids because of a large age gap.

      This is another part of life where surfing has been so brilliant as it is something we can do together. Respite as well. I don’t know what it’s like in your area, but Archie enjoys it and it means the other boys will grow up with some memories of trips to Pizza Hut (yuck) and the cinema.

  4. We are exploring the weekend respite option at the moment with some trepidation – very little around here. Theres nothing like the place Archie goes to – its a choice between paying his current PA to live in for a weekend or going to a foster carers – there’s someone local who’s just in the process of being approved, who SS think might be suitable. They’ve agreed the hours, which is something. Otherwise we do get every other Sat morning, when we can do stuff with Ned – although increasingly he’s wanting to do things with friends rather than his wrinkly old parents!!

    • Agreeing the hours sounds positive and a good start. Good quality respite benefits everyone imo – the disabled child and the rest of the family (even if they’re too cool to be seen with parents). Will keep my fingers crossed for you.

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