Forever. No thought. Not even a question. All real parents would say the same.
It wasn’t a secret word anymore. Soon it was just another aspect of our lives and categorized along with all of the other quirks in our family.
When my son was very young and newly diagnosed with Autism, everyone was sure he would be “just fine”.
Answers that people usually would turn to a parent for are answers you don’t have.
Just because someone doesn’t like birthday cake doesn’t mean they can’t enjoy their birthday.
I wasn’t ready to be an advocate for my son with Autism because, at that point, I still wasn’t entirely sure I even had a son with Autism.
I pulled all the walls down and spoke to them as plainly as possible. I wasn’t hiding anything about who he is.
Having Autism or any special needs doesn’t mean the absence of personality or humor. All of his quirks – good and bad – are his and I love him.
Surely he’d talk by three. When three came and went, it was surely four. It was a never ending cycle of “everything will be different next year.”
A family is made up of many people. While no member should be raised above others to define you all, no member should hidden in the shadows either.