Tomorrow marks the beginning of Autism Awareness Month. I’ve already told you that the newest numbers (from four-year-old data) from the CDC are 1 in 68 children being diagnosed on the spectrum. There are other numbers that people need to know though. Roughly half, or 48%, of children with an ASD attempt to elope from a […]
I’m done being proud and all that’s left is pure gratitude. My family is incredibly blessed to be surrounded in our physical world as well as our virtual world with amazing people who go out of their way to help Brian. I just feel as if no matter how much I say, “Thank you”, it will never truly convey what all of this means to us.
“What is wrong with him?”
It’s not the first time I’ve been asked this question by an innocent child at the playground. It doesn’t get any easier to hear though. Each time I choke on my own spit, my heart enlarges and pounds, and at the base of my amygdala I can feel the Mama Bear just wanting to come out and ask the little brat what’s wrong with him..
But it passes.
To have a child with special needs, you have to develop a thick skin. People are forever assessing your child. Heck, your whole family gets assessed. You are always under the microscope, being analyzed. In their defense they are doing it to help you and your child receive the services that are needed. We’ve been in this world for 10 years now and you would think I’d be accustomed to it. But it never gets easier and no matter how thick my skin grows, I always feel the need to “protect” my child against the people who are really trying to help him.