Like most people, I am a lot of different things. I am a wife and mother of three boys. I am the daughter of a Mexican immigrant and a steel magnolia. I am an Episcopalian. I’m left-handed. I am a part-time Volunteer coordinator and a full-time student. But for the last 17 years, I’ve mostly been the parent of two warrior children with autism.
Autism Spectrum Disorder is a profound developmental disorder most commonly found in boys. It affects various aspects of a child’s development. Children with ASD learn to talk late, or not at all. They don’t like to make eye contact, be touched, or be in large crowds or noisy places. Their five senses can be so highly attuned that they can hear a train miles away or smell things from another room. Because their senses are so keen, sensory overload can happen and lead to a major meltdown. A meltdown is not a tantrum. A meltdown is a child thrashing on the floor screaming at the top of his lungs, injuring himself or destroying anything he can reach.
When you have a child with autism, it completely fills every corner of your life. All you do is read about autism, research treatments, go to appointments, write letters to the insurance company, and negotiate educational plans with the school system. When you have two children with autism, it’s like being in a cult.
My sons have high-functioning autism. That means their symptoms are milder than most, they talk, and they do not have any of the mental retardation that often comes with it. I don't know why I need to include the "high-functioning" part when I tell people, except maybe to soften the blow. Don't take it too hard, I seem to be saying. See, I don't want to distress you. I don't want you to misunderstand.
Now I didn't plan on having children with autism, but as strange as it may sound, I don't think I would change this fact of my life. Autism can be hell, especially in the first few years of melt-downs, limited communication skills, and constant therapies. Sleep is elusive and peace is rare. Going to the grocery store takes courage and a back-up plan. Hanging out with other parents who have typical children can be awkward and break your already hurting heart. It can feel like your life will never get better and that the chaos will never end. But it does get better. And what you weren’t expecting is all the gifts.
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like without autism. I might go out more and have more friends, but they would not be the kind I have now. It's too much work for the fair-weather types. When you have a sick or injured child, you are going to lose relationships with friends and family. And you didn't need those people in your life anyway. So I have the gift of discernment.
In another life, people would not stare at me and form opinions about my badly-behaving child having a meltdown. So many times when I get dirty looks or ignorant remarks, I want to say, "My child has a brain disorder. Do you have a brain disorder?" I don't explain anymore. I have the gift of letting it go.
Other parents might take language for granted, but I've had the pleasure of collecting each new phrase like a jewel that fell from my child's mouth. I have the gift of marveling at the mystery of the spoken word.
We've seen our first son progress from a speechless little boy who ran around on his tiptoes and hid under tables to an intelligent young man with very few autistic traits left. He’s in college prep classes and has a girlfriend. Perhaps our middle son will do as well or better. I have the gift of hope in life's unfolding.
I have met the most amazing teachers and Para-pros, therapists and doctors. I have been astonished at the hearts of little children who wouldn’t give up on playing with a child who won’t speak or even look at them. I have the gift of seeing angels on Earth.
We found a church that let our son stay in the nursery far past the age limit, and overlooked it when he participated a little too fully in the service. They make sure he is comfortable and included. I have the gift of a deeper faith in God and His servants.
I wouldn't tell a family just facing an autism diagnosis that it's going to be great, but I would tell them that it's going to be okay. You will be a more patient and tolerant person than you were. You will get to see miracles on a daily basis. You will blow more bubbles than the average person. It’s called "occupational therapy." You will learn to love more fiercely. You will have unexpected gifts.