Faith, Hope, Love
My son, Colin, received his Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD)
diagnosis at the age of three and half.
Three and half isn’t a terribly late
age to get an autism diagnosis, but it isn’t early, either. You might wonder, “As a speech language
pathologist, why did you wait so long to get a diagnosis?”
Hope. I waited
because of hope.
I hoped he was just
delayed.
I hoped he would talk soon.
I hoped the right therapies would rid him of his sensory
processing problems.
I hoped that, with diligent work at home combined with
therapy, he would make progress. That progress
would make the “autism-like” symptoms disappear.
I hoped that it wasn’t autism.
You see, I saw the red flags. I knew his communication skills weren’t age
appropriate. I knew he didn’t play like
my older son. He had belly issues and didn’t
sleep well. I knew there was something.
For a while, I didn’t know what that “something” was, it was
just a difference of some sort. I clung
to all of this positives with everything in me, just hoping it wasn’t my greatest
fear: autism.
By the time we took him for the official diagnosis, I knew. Going to the psychologist was just a formality that we needed to do in order to get him the services that he needed. My baby had autism…
…and you know what?
His autism diagnosis
wasn’t the end of the world like I thought it would be.
Five years into this parenting thing, (and just nine
official months as an autism mom), I don’t know what I was so afraid of. I have two wonderful, beautiful, smart little
boys. One just happens to have autism.
Yes, my son has autism, but he is amazing.
Yes, things are sometimes more difficult.
Yes, our lives look a little different than I had planned years ago.
Yes, he has to work so hard to make it in this neurotypical
world, but as his family, we are right here every step of the way.
He is different, but not an ounce less.
He is different, but not an ounce less.
Do you want to know something else?
I still have hope, but not just that, I have faith.
I have faith that he will continue to make progress.
I have faith that our family can make the most out of this
autism journey that lies before us.
I have faith that he will have the happiest life.
Your child’s autism diagnosis might be the end of the dream
you had for your family’s life, but it also the beginning of a new
journey.
Have faith.
Don't give up hope.
Love.
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