Happy Easter for those of you who celebrate it!
Welcome to another stop in RJ Scott’s yearly autism awareness blog hop. I’m happy to join the hop again and hope you enjoy learning a bit along the way. If you know someone with autism feel free to leave a note about them in the comment section.
I knew well before the age of three that something was different about my younger son. He didn’t meet my eyes and showed no interest in anyone around him while he was putting together puzzles supposedly too difficult for his age. Sometimes he would come up for a snuggle but he didn’t try to start a conversation like his older brother had at that age. Although I told myself not to compare one child to another it’s hard not to when you suspect something might be wrong.
I’d like to say I was immediately an understanding and compassionate parent when I found out my child was autistic. I wasn’t. Although I tried not to show it, I mourned for the child that could have been. Of course I got over that stage but I would be lying if I didn’t say it still causes a pang every now and then when I see my son struggling.
It took me a while to understand there is nothing wrong with processing things differently. He is a bright and cheerful child who has a wicked sense of humor and an interesting mind. Sure he doesn’t necessarily understand instructions the first time they are given but he can build intricate things with Legos, explain the barely discernible difference when a company changes logos (while explaining why one is far superior to the other), and occasionally give back a snappy comment to his brother. My older son claims it is his duty as a big brother to make sure youngest can carry on the torch of sarcasm when he leaves to go to college.
I have great hopes for both of my sons’ futures. I don’t know what they will be when they grow up, but I just want them to be happy.
If you meet someone with autism show compassion. Think of what it would be like if you couldn’t get your mind to focus, or words to collect together to speak your thoughts. There are all kinds of people on the spectrum which can go from completely non-verbal to others who talk quite a bit (some days my son is one of them). Just like us each is an individual with their own hopes, dreams and aspirations for the future. With a little help they can have long, fulfilling lives too.