04/04/2021
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April is autism awareness month. Since I have two autistic boys, it’s my job to spread awareness every day, not just in April.
This is my son, Greyson, a couple of days after he was diagnosed with autism.
I want to tell that little boy- I’m so sorry I made your autism about ME. I thought when you didn’t listen to me, I was a bad parent. I lost my patience with you. I was mad at you for screaming, instead of using your words. I was sad that when we went to the playground- you didn’t want to play with other kids- you just tried to run as fast as you could, far from the playground. I was mad that you were picky about what you ate. Hurt you didn’t look up when I would come home and walk in the room.
And I am so sorry. Your autism isn’t about me. It’s about me supporting and celebrating you. You wanted to run in playgrounds and parking lots because it felt so good to you to run free like that. Your fun didn’t look like others fun. That must have been confusing for you. (Why are those kids playing on that stupid contraption when running is so fun?!) You screamed instead of using your words because you couldn’t talk. Not being able to talk is harder on you in ways a speaking individual could never understand. I know better now.
When you were three, I had so much to learn about parenting. I still do, because there’s nothing more important to me in the world than being yours and Parker’s mom, and I want to be good at it. Thank you for being patient with me. The truth is, you are absolute perfection, exactly the way you are. You teach me a new way of thinking and being.
Autism acceptance is often a process. And if we want the world to celebrate and accept our children- than we must too.
Turns out it’s not my boys that needed changing, it was me. ( )