Tuesday, November 28, 2017


Magic can come from many places.

There are days when I find it excruciatingly difficult, and it takes every single cell in my body to conjure up the patience, to deal with my two adult sons, both born with a developmental disability called Fragile X Syndrome.  Today is one of those days. It momentarily feels like any magic that was there is gone.

At 26 years old, my youngest son has been my consummate teacher--my measurement of personal growth.  He has strong opinions and shares those with me often, like today. Today, for some unknown reason, he did not want to wear the clothes he had carefully picked out last night.

Years ago, I developed a method for the guys to pick out their clothing for the next day the night before, mostly to save my own sanity in having to do it during the morning rush. But, this morning, all bets were off. So, even though I was not in the mood to deal with it, I pulled out my “ready-not-ready” card and waited.

“Ready-not-ready” is a method that two incredible women taught me years ago when things were at a tipping point in our family’s life. My husband and I were on the brink of “Neverland” as I like to say, meaning that we were at the point of never knowing what to do….and giving up. We needed some kind of life preserver—literally. We had lost hope and we needed someone to help us restore that hope.

Today's blog is not about the "ready-not-ready" method, but about the people that made it possible. Thankfully, we knew the right people for that job—Tracy Stackhouse and Sarah Scharfenaker, or “Tracy and Mouse” as they are known in fragile X circles.  They are never known independent of one another, which is perfectly fine with me because together they are MAGIC.

In 2003, they created an amazing non-profit organization called Developmental FX (developmentalfx.org) simply because they wanted to dedicate their lives to helping families, like ours, all over the world with a wide range of therapeutic needs. Totally logical since these ladies are considered world-wide experts in their fields of OT and Speech Therapy.

They’ve spent the past almost 15 years building a team that has a strong base of knowledge and that shares their philosophy about wrap-around services and a combined approach to treating people. They built a clinic that is too incredible to describe, but suffice it to say that it is magic to the little people that experience it.

Over the many years that we have known these Magicians, I have also been the privileged recipient of a wealth of knowledge bestowed upon me by them. This knowledge has been nothing short of a miracle for me and my husband. Each and every day we use one method or another to help us survive and get through each day. Some days we are even a happy, seemingly typical family.  Knowing WHAT to do gives a parent the power to go on with hope and determination. This includes a method called “Ready-not-ready”. It’s just one of the MANY methods and approaches that Tracy and Mouse taught us to cope as parents, but also to help our sons in a way that is productive and helpful.

Developmental FX has given us something that no other organization has given us—HOPE.

How many organizations do you use every single day that give you that? Oh, there are organizations that do a lot of good…but this one allows something no other does…it gives you tools to use every single day…..to survive.

When our sons were very young, there were days when I wanted to sit down in the middle of the floor, cry, pound my fists to the floor and holler at anyone who would listen about how tired I was…how sad I was….how I had nothing left to give. But, that’s all changed.

Oh, yes, I still have bad days—that’s only human. But, most of them are not because I don’t know what to do to help my sons. Having the knowledge that Developmental FX has given me empowers me to help them learn and grow and for us to function as a family.

Today is Colorado Gives Day, and between now and December 5, 2017, I want to shout from a mountain top, loud enough for everyone to hear about Developmental FX so that folks will fund something special….something MAGIC. No matter where you live, you can be a part of this! It’s for everyone, not just those in Colorado! We want to see Tracy and Mouse and their team continue to help thousands and thousands of other families all over the world just like ours…..

The ones who struggle every day to find hope;

The ones who have fought so hard but are "this close" to giving up;

The ones who live in countries where no one knows anything about fragile X syndrome;

The ones with a newly diagnosed child that feel like the diagnosis will strip away every ounce of determination they can muster.

Click here to go to Colorado Gives (Colorado Gives Day)

This morning, I was knee-deep in a shallow pond of impatience…but two hours later, I feel confident that I have the tools to go on another moment, another hour, another day, another year with the power of knowledge that will guide me forward. No day is perfect, but somehow I know I can go on. It’s all because of two ladies who have shared their MAGIC.

I hope you will share this post so that others can experience the MAGIC too.

To learn more about Cindi Rogers or her book “Becoming Mrs. Rogers-Learning to Live the Fragile X Way”, please visit www.mrsrogersworld.com

Thursday, November 2, 2017


This morning, as I was assisting Joe, our youngest son, with brushing his teeth, he looked up in his usual way to avoid toothpaste running down his face, and concurrently reached his left hand into the right pocket of my bathrobe, knowing my cell phone would be there.  Joe suffers from serious phone envy, and often snatches mine away, then giggles like he’s done it inconspicuously. He gently slides the phone out of my pocket and places the sleeping, dark-screened cell phone to my ear.  He loves to emulate making a call--knowing it can often reap the result he desires.  He generally wants to call someone, even though in real life he has never even dialed a phone or had a full on conversation, except with his Dad, and only on the speaker phone. Sometimes he wants me to call his favorite restaurant, Chili’s, and pretend to place a to-go order. Sometimes he wants me to call the library and request his favorite book. But, most of the time, he wants to pretend call his Dad. 

Joe’s Dad is the world to him—you might even call him a “Daddy’s boy”. He and Dad are like two-peas-in-a-pod. But, this week, Dad is working out of town, so Joe knows we need to call him in order to talk to him. 

I ask my usual question in this situation, “Who should we call, Joe?”

With a mouth full of toothpaste he still manages to answer in a mumble, “Dad”. It sounds more like, “Daa”.

I reply with the phone to my ear, “What should we tell Dad?” trying my best to distract him from one of the most sensory-defensive activities that exists in his day, even though he’s 26 years old.

Joe doesn’t miss a beat and manages to gurgle, “Is King”.

Me, not completely understanding this newly developed phrase, I ask, “Is Dad King?”

Joe says, “Yeah…!” with a strong sense of enthusiasm.

We finish brushing, rinse, spit and wipe his mouth. I reclaim my cell phone, place it back in my pocket and shift Joe toward his hoodie to complete his ablutions for the days’ work ahead. Then, my mind shifts back to a much more chaotic, stressful, sad time some 15 years ago.

Fifteen years ago, Joe was only 11 years old.  Of our two sons, he has most definitely been the one that has taught us the critical lessons of parenting a child born with Fragile X Syndrome (www.fragilex.org), some of which are patience, determination and, the most difficult, a sense of calm. Fifteen years ago, my husband, Chris, and I were knee-deep in a world of hopelessness, frustration, sadness and despair.  Joe was testing every cell in our bodies as parents, as humans and as a married couple.

Sometimes with a child who is severely affected by Fragile X Syndrome, there are behaviors involved, extreme behaviors.  Jake, our oldest son, now 28, has never had many of these behaviors, so this gives us a sense of perspective on the genetic disposition.  But, Joe had the full gamut back then.

From the time Joe was born, he cried, whimpered and expressed his disdain for many things in a variety of ways. Suffice it to say that Chris and I have learned a mountain of methods and approaches to help Joe and, in turn, help us cope and eventually live our day-to-day lives in a semi-peaceful state. It’s taken years and years of blood, sweat and tears to get where we are now.  If you want to read about the details, you can always read, Becoming Mrs. Rogers, (Buy Becoming Mrs-Rogers by clicking here) my memoir about our life. All of the sometimes gory details are there for you to enjoy.

The book also details the amazing people that took us under their Angel wings and taught us how to live and how to help Joe, and subsequently, Jake.  Each process was trial and error, as there are no perfect answers.  Eventually, after years of successes and failures, we honed our approach, and added some techniques of our own.  There is one very effective method that I did not include in the book.  I simply couldn’t find the words to describe this method in such a way that I thought it would be void of judgement or reproach from the reader…and I am still not sure. 

Until you have a child with severe needs, you will never know how desperate you might become. You hold your newborn, innocent, warm, beautiful baby in your arms with a feeling of hope and joy and love. And then, you receive a devastating diagnosis that crushes every single joyful thought you ever had and your direction drastically shifts to desperation. You would do anything to make their world better.  It is utterly the most brutal and devastating news you will ever hear. You attempt to take in a breath, but no air will come. Your body is devoid of life for a split second….until you realize you must gasp even if it causes uncontrollable tears to fester.

So, we did take in deep breathes, day after day after day. We learned and listened and tried. Chris and I tugged and pulled at each other, and eventually, embraced our fate. It was never easy and still isn’t.  Especially for a Dad. He’s an amazing Dad that works his tail off every single day to provide for us. He works at a very physical job, but still finds energy to give us, and especially Joe.

As we were still in the phase of trying to find every possible means by which to make Joe’s world more manageable, and learn ways to help him cope and exist in our world, we also discovered something bigger than we ever expected. An unconventional way to help build trust and help Joe physically at the same time.

One day all those years ago, Chris came to me and asked if I ever thought about the physical discomfort that our boys must feel due to the extreme stress they experienced from the world around them? I said, yes, I did, but there did not seem to be any clear symptoms.

I often had some pretty intense aches and pains due to the physical stress that my body endured while caring for these two big guys. Nothing felt better than a white-knuckle neck and shoulder rub to ease the piercing pain from a knot in my shoulder blade. My favorite "rubber" was Chris because he had such strong hands. I never seemed to give him as good a rub as he gave me because my hands didn’t have the same strength.

Chris said he wondered if, as tense as Joe was on a typical day, he would tolerate a back rub to help him relax and relieve some of that tension. I questioned whether he would even let Chris touch him for more than 60 seconds…he loved his Dad more than anyone, but touching his back, I doubted.

That night, after Joe had had his hot shower, he and Chris came downstairs where I had laid out one of my exercise mats on the floor in front of the television. Chris had waited to help Joe put his shirt on in hopes of postponing until after the trial rub. Joe was outwardly confused. I suggested he lie down on the mat, an act that was totally out of our newly established routine, causing some verbal backlash from Joe.

Chris talked calmly, something we had both been working on, as it didn’t come naturally to either of us. He asked Joe to lie down again, saying that, “Dad is going to help you”. After a few more words of gentle coaxing, Joe did finally lie down on the mat. Our usual “Jeopardy” programming played on the television as Chris took a moment to warm up his hands. I could see a bit of hesitation in this masculine-and-completely-homophobic man that I loved. This was NOT something he was used to or familiar with….ever.  I sensed his inner struggle between being a “man” (and men don’t touch men in his mind), and desperately wanting to help his son…no matter how much it cost him.

Chris placed both hands firmly and silently on Joe’s back. Joe lifted his head a bit not knowing exactly what was going to happen. It was difficult to watch as a Mom and the nurturer in the family. I don’t think anyone in the room was really breathing at all.  Joe relinquished a bit and sunk into the mat a little at a time. We all blew out our breath.

Chris began to rub with guarded pressure at first, and increased it bit by bit. After a short 60 seconds or so, Joe was unable to tolerate the situation, and sat up like a shot. Chris helped him with his shirt on and Joe made his way to his usual spot on the couch, readying himself for his weighted blanket. 

The whole 60 second experience was a success in several small ways. Joe now knew what the words, “Dad is going to help you” meant, and he tolerated something new and extremely difficult for his body.

Dad had some pretty huge accomplishments that night, too. He did something completely out of his comfort zone, and he gained an incredible amount of trust from his son that no one else on earth had.

We continued this exercise every night for God-only-knows how long. At least until a point where Joe would actually gain some physical benefits from a back rub. Chris talked to him in a calm voice throughout each massage, and felt many knots that often took time to relax. It even got to the point where Joe would close his eyes and melt into the mat until he was almost asleep—a monumental achievement compared to that first time.

Over the years, we have shifted methods and approaches, finding some had long-lasting effects that didn’t require ongoing use, like this one; and others that we still use every day. But, these boys continue to surprise us every single day.

Just last week, I was traveling and Chris was home with the guys by himself. He told me about something that nearly brought me to tears. The reason is because it shows how incredibly far-reaching some things can be, and how far our guys have come.

On this afternoon, Joe comes into our bedroom where Chris is changing clothes. In order to fully understand the depth of our world, you must know that Joe is capable of speaking about 100 words, and most days it’s much less. Anyway….Joe had seemed a bit restless on this day, according to Chris. He seemed to want to say something but it seemed he could not find a way to muster the words.

Joe bounds onto our bed and sits cross-legged. This in itself is not unusual, but Chris sensed he needed something.

Chris says, “Joe, do you want something?”

Joe says, “Yeah!!” with a certain amount of decisive exclamation.

In an unusual act, Joe reaches for Dad’s pillow, places it at the foot of the bed, and lies down on his stomach!

Chris not believing what he was seeing, was dumbfounded and speechless for just a split second until he said, “Joe, do you want a backrub????”

Joe exclaims, “Yes!”

A chuckling, open-mouthed, stunned Chris says, “OK!”

This HAD NEVER happened.  Not only that, but it is rare, and I mean rare, that our guys will even tell us what they need! 

Chris warmed up his hands, and even though he was tired from a full day or household chores, he relaxed and gave his son what he needed. He gave his son something that was incredibly difficult for him to give one day a long time ago, but which now is just a part of his life.

This is why, in Joe’s eyes, his Dad is King.

To learn more about Cindi Rogers, her book or follow her family, please visit mrsrogersworld