I’ve never been ashamed of my son or embarrassed by him. And I’ve never wanted to “fix” him.
A part of me feels like I can no longer hold my head high when I say that he has autism.
A part of me feels like the weight on his shoulders has increased in mass.
A part of me feels that I should keep our really cool Autism t-shirts tucked away in a drawer… never again to see the light of day.
A part of me feels like if I say the word, “Autism”, people look at me with disgust as if my son is contagious.
A part of me wants to forget I transitioned to a holistic lifestyle and Jackie Chan some folks.
The media controversy doesn’t help.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
I guess I’ll have to wait for the magazine cover that declares, “Autism Community Rejoices! Scientists Finally Have Answers!”
Hope I don’t have to wait too long.