I sometimes feel like screaming, being frustrated with myself, frustrated with the world, frustrated with the constant sensory input. I am sometimes frustrated because I am on the Autism spectrum and Wehan is on the Spectrum. But frustration does not make me love my son less, in fact, I love him more because of it. But then Autism Speaks come around and say that it is an emergency, that Autism is a disaster, and must be cured.
Sure, Autism makes is difficult for us, but I do not consider it a disaster, I do not consider anyone in my family less as a result of Autism. I do realize that there are families with severe Autistic children and they are struggling to cope, for whatever reason. But I am alive, I have gone through my whole live with Autism and only defined it a couple of years ago. I am me.
And them sometimes a post like This is Autism ... crosses my monitor, and I understand. Read it, it is good.
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