When I became a new mother, I was amazed at the instant sorority I joined. Motherhood. Every mother can relate to another by the simple fact that they are both mothers. They know what it is like to put the needs of their baby ahead of their own. They know the deep worry that comes with a very sick child.
I have struggled to get my son to do anything lately. For some reason the only phrases he seems to remember start with no. No way, no how, no chance. It was getting VERY old to say the least. He would not leave the house, even to go to church.
I feel so grateful for the progress my son has made in the last few months. I see a light at the end of the tunnel. And I wanted to share a few of the things I have done to help him. As I mentioned previously, we pulled him out of public school and started teaching him at home. He was being bullied pretty severely at school. He is only 8 and did not know that I wasn’t aware of what was going on. He also didn’t know he could go to anyone else for help. So he shut down.
We recently had a challenge at church to do Family History and focus on the temple often for a month. So I put down the novels, and picked up my laptop. But my family is all pretty into family history. And I thought it was all done. I couldn’t find records to go any further back. So I said a prayer. And I got this feeling that if I couldn’t go backward, I should go forward. So from my latest known ancestor I started finding the siblings, spouses, and parents of everyone I could. By the time the month was over I had found 100 people! Then I put my laptop down and didn’t think about it again. Until yesterday…
My adventure in Autism took an unexpected sharp turn recently. It became clear that my son needed to be home schooled. That’s a huge change! Every home school mom deserves a medal — not including me because I am not doing it right yet. But I’m trying.
I’m not sure about you, but my son has more than one diagnosis. His doctor listed High Functioning Autism, Sensory Processing Disorder, and Anxiety, in that order. When I first heard his diagnosis I was so overwhelmed. I cried, because I was so sad that my sweet baby boy would have to go through such a trial in his life. I knew this was a lifelong thing. You don’t outgrow autism. You learn how to cope with it. You learn to function in spite of the trial. But it doesn’t go away.