One day, maybe he’ll be able to tell me, “Yo. Put me down.”
Forever. No thought. Not even a question. All real parents would say the same.
My non-verbal son’s skill set stretches far beyond what any one person sees. It’s my job, as his advocate, to accept that.
“Hop up on the scale for me buddy.” That’s when the gates of hell open.
Stimming doesn’t give a child Autism. In fact, “stimming” isn’t even exclusive to Autism.
A voice in my head whispered, “Why did you do that? What do you know about babies?”
Kids aren’t all or nothing. Neither is Autism.
It felt like Autism took away so much more than my son’s ability to do certain things. It felt like it would take away my peace, calm, and security as well.
As his Dad, it makes keeping him out of harm’s way, the hardest job I have, even harder.
They know to never listen if I ask them to smell their food or accept a Hurtz Donut.