Twelve Years On

This spring, we are coming up on twelve years since my son was diagnosed with autism.

A dozen years ago, under the pressure of trying to understand this new world, it was impossible to imagine that I would see some perks in being the parent of an almost 15-year-old with autism. But, talking with some newbie parents recently made me appreciate a little more where we are now.

Don’t get me wrong. I still stress a lot about how to provide my child with the right supports, which he still needs in multiple areas. We worry over his future. But, compared to those early years when I was running him to therapies 24-7, thrust into this new field that I knew nothing about prior to his diagnosis? It’s better now.

Here are six ways that being the parent of an autistic teenager is a bit better than being the parent of a newly diagnosed toddler.

Growth1- Change happens: Now that we’re past the craziest phase of pre-teen hormonal upheaval (God, I hope that statement is true), I can more calmly report that, despite all of the developmental delays, our kids still grow up.  His teenage-hood has brought changes for both of us—beyond the fact that he’s becoming damned handsome while I’m fighting off wrinkles in a losing battle.  Read More

Tough Love

I torture my child on a fairly regular basis.

Every time I indulge in this behavior, my son’s screams of aggravation and my husband’s entreaties to “stop being so mean” convince me to back off, and I am able to refrain for a few days.

But soon enough I am at it again.  I can’t help it.

I tell him:  “I am a mom, this is what we do.”

And, “You are my son and I will kiss you if I want to.”

B-Kiss

Oh, he hates that.

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My To Do List

There are stacks of papers on top of binders full of more, waiting for my review.

There are articles on methodologies and strategies, on safety and speech.IMG_0756

There are bookmarked links and “Read This” reminders glaring from my desktop.

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