How can I raise a child with Autism? I just do. And it’s great.
It’s why my stomach gets knots. It’s why I come running.
I never asked her to help “cure” my son’s Autism.
As the parent to a child with Autism, it pulls me back to the early days of his life…
The thing is, I get it. I get why he wants to run around in the middle of the night…
My parenthood is neither painful nor does it require relief. When I say that I accept my son as he is, I’m not trying to fool myself and others.
When he was two, I could never imagine five. When he was five, I could never imagine seven.
It’s not about speech, spectrums, or understanding. It’s about who we are as people.
I had done nothing wrong, but at the time, their confused glances sure made me feel that way.
Not the “Autism Awareness” where you are aware of what Autism is.