What would we do without each other. My son calls me honey sometimes or Donna. He developed normally until two and then just stopped talking. I used to be called mommy. That is hard, but how can I not love being called "oh hone-dy"
Julian is 4 now. He is affectionate on his own terms. I get big hugs every day, and some days I get big kisses. But sometimes he will go for a month with no kisseys for mama. Again, Those kisses I get become all the more precious.
I believe he speaks his own language. He is a doll, blond hair and blue eyes ( I should be so lucky with the hair). He loves to dance and sings Jingle bells all year long so it is Christmas all year.
I really feel children with autism are so special. You learn to appreciate the subtleties and nuances.
It is not easy, and the frusteration is enormous, but hearing people's stories and not just reading the clinical picture helps tremendously. I have ADHD, and if I were to define myself by my clinical diagnosis, I would be depressed... mostly people know me as that funny, scattered woman who talks way too fast... Having a label can be a relief, but also a burden. We are none of us perfect, but there are always those poor fools who believe that they are. It is them that I pity, not myself or my son. ↑ |
| I remember how I felt when I found out my child was autistic. I have learn to accept that is not my fault, and that God is not punishing me. I have learn to be happy about what he able to do, not what is does not do. ↑ |
