Believing in what other parents and individuals expect of you is tough.
My children were diagnosed with autism because of developmental delays, severely atypical communication methodology, and unharnessed sensory stimulation issues. Had they not displayed these characteristics of a neurological disposition to trauma management, none would be the wiser.
I make mistakes, daily, because when I take a moment to sit back and reflect on the events of the day, I come out with how I could have done better, what caused me to react this way, what caused their behaviours to be so wrong. I love to calm my mind when on the computer, calm my body when outdoors, and calm my spirit when cleaning. I entertain my passions in the kitchen, in writing or with video games, experience new parts of childhood when invited by my children to play, and design a home that meets the needs and accommodates the intricacies of two quirky little boys.
My youngest is finding comfort and commonality through verbalization, turn-taking, and realizing common interests. I have come to accept his skill at nonverbal communication, and with this it has become almost a daily improvement in the sophistication of his expressive strategies. Fewer meltdowns, and when they are there, we have a few ipad apps that supplement expression of emotions. see my other blog for teaching strategies I plan to use to cover this area.
Its tough to be low-income and make sure I have what we need. It's tough to deal with services that are 20-30 years behind the information in the autism teams found in larger cities. Its a struggle to ensure their lives are not entirely disrupted by individuals with limited understanding and their own career-derived communication challenges. Its tough to educate those we go to for support, on the very things we find to be the core to our family's stability. Translucence, legitimacy, understanding, and propriety.
tough being a mother to not one, but two children diagnosed with a disorder to their giftedness? maybe.
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