A diagnosis came through this week that our little rough nut is on the Autism Spectrum. We knew there were some areas we needed help with and are happy that he fits the criteria as it means we will have access to extra support in areas where we need it. We are privillaged to have access to this from such a young age. He's still the same wonderfully-made boy we love to bits as he was last week. He'll likely still throw apples at my head a while longer🍏, Love his tennis 🎾 and feel big feelings.
Here's a few things NOT to say to us:
❌"I didnt know there was anything wrong with him". There's not. He’s not 'wrong'.
❌"No! He looks fine to me." This feels so unhelpful. I don’t even have words to as why. A team of professionals and his parents are all on the same page. ❌Discussing with me if you think Max will have a bright future. Let me assure you - he has a wonderful future ahead of him. ❌Tell your kids "oh he's doing that because he’s autistic." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
It's hard to share this publically as I've heard other parents write off a kid’s strengths and weaknesses because of a diagnosis and I don’t want Max to experience the same. Max being treated different by others is my only concern.
Here’s what we would like and suspect most people with neurodiverse kids would like:
✔Just ask how we are. ✔Ask how his therapy going. ✔Love him. ✔Treat him the same you always have unless we specifically give you any tips we ourselves have discovered.
I hope this post will help you give a friendly smile to a parent whose kid is losing the plot in the shops, that you'll not accidentally do the "oh I didn’t know he had anything wrong with him" comment and just be a good support when our family (or any family) may need a little extra love.
We've got this! 💪👨👩👦👦
Люблю олдскульные ЦПКиОшные радости: прокат лодочек, кормежка белок и они - ретро-качели под матовым козырьком, которыми скрипели наши бабушки, мамы, мы сами, а теперь скрипят наши детки. И внукам, наверняка, хватит🎈
Интересно, кто же их производит, такие вечные и неубиваемые? Какой-нибудь закрытый заводик на Урале? В перерывах между боеголовками🛠😂
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We were in line at the post office when he told me he had to go poop. I had to leave the line, race to the car, buckle him in and drive down the street to the library's public restroom. We finally got in the stall and I tried to convince him that taking off all his gear was unnecessary but he insisted. So many of my days as a mother have been spent this way-leaving lines, finding toilets, dressing and undressing, making snacks, kissing tiny wounds and comforting tender hearts. Sometimes it feels like totally wasted time (I'm a worker bee so nothing getting done is beyond frustrating,) but I've had to convince myself that this IS something. It feels like absolutely nothing nothing nothing! But all this nothing means something to him and it has meant everything to all his siblings too. Why? Because when time is spent in reckless and wasteful ways, love sinks deep. I accomplish very little so that I can be the one to hold his hand and brush away the tears and yes, wipe his butt-because for children and grandparents this "doing of the little," these mundane, monotonous tasks mean everything and translate into LOVE. And one day very soon, he will learn to pull his pants down half-way like everybody else and then he'll go all by himself in the men's room and then it will be easier and I'll have more time to stand in line at the post office and get my list checked off, but I won't have as many opportunities to waste my time for him because he won't need me as much and I'll find other ways to love him but it will never be the same. So here's the thing...waste your time-a lot of your time on your people, not the Facebook people or the work people or the "hey how ya doing" people, no none of them. Recklessly waste your time on your little people because it means the world to them and someday when you're old and a little lonely, they will probably come and waste their time on you...because you taught them how to love.