“I’m sorry about him.” My wife and I heard this mother say numerous times. We were waiting in line at the shop. The lady’s son had started talking to us and asking us questions. We noticed this made the mother uncomfortable which lead to her making excuses for him, telling him several times to stop interrupting us. The young man was clearly interested in what my wife was purchasing. He turned to me and asked me several questions about what I was holding too. Again, his mother continued to apologise while telling him to stop.
“I’m not blaming my autism for anything I’m proud that I have autism and it doesn’t matter if I do stuff differently that’s okay, nobody is normal if you think your normal maybe you don’t know what the definition of normal and different mean because if everybody was normal life would be real crappy. God made everybody different for a reason in brace your differences”
We are for the first time trying to understand the complexities of the comorbidity of our princesses mental health diagnosis and autism.
Last week I had a daughter with autism (level 2) this week I have a daughter with a suite of disabilities that are fighting for a front row seat, in her every day. A child that I thought saw the world through the single lens of autism, now viewing life through a multiple lenses mixing anxieties, depression, and social phobias blurring her reality and messing with what we thought was her normal. So I am hurting because my daughter hurts, but I'm also angry because my daughter hurts. When your daughter has only been giving half the diagnosis, it means we've just been treating a symptom, not the cause.
Upon reflection, we have concluded that this year has been the most tumultuous and difficult for our princess and as such for us. We had high hopes for her first year of high school, a timetabled and predictable space, others in her class with similar struggles and specialists that could walk alongside her.
Our dreams of independence, a life away from mum and dad, a career, family and life long friends seem unattainable, and that's gut-wrenching, painful. A scary future that each day I try and push away refusing to accept and I continue to help her dream, push her farther and again try a new strategy to get through a somewhat typical predictable day.
January was a tough month in the household. The family moving in together after six months apart was taxing for all. Jenna's three siblings found life difficult to adjust to 24/7 Jenna. In turn, Jenna was far more accustomed to... Continue Reading →
Although the cost of academia was a reduction in supports; this was disastrous for our princess. The progress of the first semester was lost, the wins on her report card forgotten, but more disastrously the want to engage and even attend school has been lost.
It's been a while between drinks, but here we go my latest instalment.
After seven days in the hospital, one month at home and numerous medical appointment I'm on the mend. But it's taken its toll on my princess.
This blog forms an update of the last 90days, a crazy 90 days of learnings, frustrations, healings and for my princess a time of much-needed pushing.
My ASD Princess 
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