My
son is autistic. Just to say that is a relief. He was born 22 years ago
and at the time I was told to institutionalize him. They didn't know
what to do for him.
I took him home and loved him. It broke my
heart when he wouldn't make eye contact or allow me to hold him, I felt
rejected, a bad mother. Sounds, smells, textures, they set him into
inconsolable rages.
As he grew the tantrums increased but so did
his gifts. He was reading every instruction booklet in the house by 3
yrs. & knew more about my fridge than I did. Started writing books
at 5 but couldn't hold a conversation with anyone outside our immediate
family. Friends? That may never happen.
I'm fully aware that my now
adult son smells & still wets his pants. I see that he is wearing a
parka in 100F weather. I have tried to remove it. No go. I am aware he
will not eat anywhere but at home ( the school nurses flipped out every
year on that one like I was starving him). My fear now is
that people see an unkempt adult who is really an autistic. We have had
issues where he was approached by police while walking home from comm.
college. He was so scared he couldn't talk and they misinterpreted it as
failure to comply.
Our hopes and dreams for those sweet little newborns have changed but are no less than the ones held by parents of "normies".
So when your kids grow up, move out and marry, remember some of us will
remain parents of special needs kids forever. Our job never ends. Have
patience with the mom melting down in the parking lot. She may just have
spent an hour looking for her adult son who got lost in the grocery
store and was so scared he hid in storage area in the back of the store.
~Posted by Cindy Morris
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