An Intruder

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I am guilty. Probably most mothers of autistic children are guilty, too. We talk about our children and their difficulties and then add something to the effect, “but K wouldn’t be who he/she was without their autism.” Pretending that having autism is somehow okay. Almost sounding desirable. But, it is not. Autism is not okay and I, for one, am tired of pretending that it is okay in any way, shape or form.

Too often I have heard the old cliche that adversity builds character. That I should be somehow thankful that my children are lucky to be learning character building at such a young age. Well, thank you very much, but, my children have enough character already. They don’t need any more. And they certainly don’t need life’s hard lessons to be pounding at their door at such an early age. Frankly, it isn’t fair that their door is pounded on while others just get a tap. Which brings me to my next point. Life isn’t fair.

Growing up, I remember getting the “you weren’t born with a fairness guarantee in life” spiel from my parents. Well, fairness applies if you have a level playing field. Autism distorts that field. Everything that neuro-typical persons know about the game is understood and is defined in the play book. For the person who has autism, there is no rule book and there is no team. There is just them standing on the sidelines trying to “understand” the game. Like all parents everywhere, I don’t expect that everything should or will be fair for my son. I just want them to be able to have the chance to get into the fairness game and I want the same rules that other kids play by to apply to both of my children.

I also think that the old saying “life is not easy” when applied to our kids is wrong. Yes, life is not easy, but, who says life should have to be so hard? A middle of the road approach by society to my children would be nice.

But, what I hate the most is the kind of unspoken belief that children who are “different” are put on this earth to teach others character traits such as compassion. While it is wonderful that some (and I say some) children will be able to recognize and develop these traits as a result of knowing my son, it is not their primary purpose in life to help others gain their moral grounding. Their purpose is to bring their best person forward both in society and within themselves. And autism robs them of their whole self and their ability to achieve their full potential. Even if the only thing missing from their full potential is just to be able to tell and understand a joke.

Autism is neither my two boys friends nor mine. It is heartless and cruel. Autism has no compassion and shows no remorse. It just walks in our door and into our lives and makes itself at home. It is an outsider who doesn’t belong and I refuse to forget that. Just as we would fight off an intruder trying to get past our front door, so too must we fight autism. We must find the causes, discover better treatments and offer more to those who find autism at their front door. We must offer meaningful services to those with this neurological disorder. And as hard as autism tries to fully push open our door, I will continue to try and shut it out. I will NOT let autism take my sons and I will not let it take me. Until my last breath I will push against that door trying to keep autism and all of its idiosynchrocies at bay. It is a fight that I intend to win.

Copyright 2015

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4 thoughts on “An Intruder

  1. Yep, this morning one had a tantrum about getting ready for school (or not I should say) and the other refused to wash his THREE dirty thermoses I found in his backpack so he have something to eat at school today. It is ALWAYS something even if it is little, ALWAYS something.

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