Autism became a apart of my family 12 years ago. First, with my middle son. Then, two years later, my youngest son received an Autism Spectrum Disorder diagnosis. I had 3 sons under the age of 8 and two were unexpectedly diagnosed with autism.
I will not lie: this was not the family I dreamed about. I could not accept it. I wanted things to be different. I cried for a family lost.
The early years were beyond painful for me as a mother. I was utterly overwhelmed. Self pity consumed every inch of me. Fear plagued my spirit. I truly believed I was at fault for their Autism. I was swallowed by grief. It was clear that my coping skills were taking a terrible turn. I self medicated far too much. I had to choose between selfish suffering or selfless courage if I wanted my sons’ to get the help they needed and be happy.
By the Grace of God, I learned new coping strategies that enabled me to focus more on raising my boys, rather than drowning at the bottom of a bottle.
Today, I live in gratitude. I accept my children for who they are. I stopped grieving what I expected in turn for acceptance for the life I was given. This is a an easier, softer way of living for which I am grateful.
If this is the first time you have visited my blog, I welcome you to an ever evolving candid account of a life unexpected. I speak about Autism, beyond the surface; I speak of Grace and of Hope.
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