I befriended an amazing woman today over at Families of Autistic Kids.
While reading her comments, the tune, that is my subject line, filled my mind. It wasn’t until we spoke, did I discover just how hard her road on this path, also known as autism, has been, and how fitting the song was.
She’s a single mother. I’ve been there, I know what all that entails. However, her situation is far different than mine.
She knew much earlier than me that there was something “different” about her son. She knew during pregnancy which I found fascinating.
Her son is HFA like Nicholas, but there are significant differences between the two (don’tcha just love the spectrum?). One of those differences is her son has been mainstreamed since pre-school, whereas, Nicholas would still require one-on-one attention.
She’s fortunate that she knew enough to fight with her son’s doctors when they said “nothing was wrong”.
She’s fortunate that her son can communicate with her in 2-way dialogue.
Tonight, I am the fortunate one. My words are helping her heal. Through my journaling, she is able to see herself and find peace in the thought that she is not alone… which has been her pre-dominant thought for almost 11 years.
so, I’m not just blogging for me… even though, I am expressing my thoughts.
It has always been my wish that, through my words, someone would be able to heal.
It has always been my wish that, through my words, someone else would be able to release years of pain.
It has always been my wish that, through my words, someone would be able to find some measure of peace.
We are strangers united through autism.
When one of us is in pain, we must band together… because there is strength in numbers!