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.
Caution- this blog post is rather raw. My emotions are raw, and I am being honest in a way I rarely am. I ask for forgiveness in advance.
This article was precviously published by the Deseret News.
One of the most beautiful things I’ve learned recently, as a special needs mom, is the power of letting your child be himself. I’ve been trying to fit my son into a box, figuratively, for a long time. And I’ve been so frustrated as he has popped out of that box time and again. I’m learning to let him be himself, and become more flexible in my expectations of what the “right way” to do things is. It has been especially helpful at church. Let me illustrate.
This has been a challenging week. We started school, and my sweet boy in true Asperger/Autism style, didn’t want the change. He struggles with all change, but the back to school change is a pretty big one for everyone. My boy’s autism isn’t his only struggle with back to school. He also struggles with pretty serious separation anxiety and a sensory disorder. So every morning he is “sick” and I have to peel him off me at the door like a bad facial mask on my arm. It’s pretty exhausting for me, and pretty stressful for him. And his sensory issues make everything at school too loud and sitting still very hard. So we have already had a note home from the teacher because of his behavior, and we haven’t even made it to the second week yet. Sigh.