Autism for Dummies 2
Autism for Dummies 2
We see mild at one end, and the bigger parts all edging toward the middle, all the way to the furthest extreme side. So when we speak of these extreme kids on either side they are the tiniest grouping to our numbers.
Moving through the ’60s and ’70s more understanding was gained as the numbers of Autism births began to grow evermore. But, it was not until the latter part of the ’70s and into the ’80s that much true compassion, public awareness, and real progress was even begun in Autism care.
Before that, these children were often shelved. Sent home with their parents with not much hope, education, or real therapy offered. Parents were encouraged to find permanent placement for the children they were told that they themselves had damaged. There was shame attached to Autism.
Though I now know we brought him home Autistic, some families say that they did not know until somewhere between one year and two years of age that Autism was present in their children. For some families, Autism presents suddenly as if out of the blue in a regression.
A child who was talking or communicating suddenly stops. Eye contact and emotion suddenly dim. Tiptoe walking and hand flapping begin.
I knew when my son came home to me that he was different. And after diagnosis, I could easily go back and pick the ways he showed himself from the earliest age. Of course in the living of it, we didn’t know until after. We had thought he had a serious solemn personality and a speech problem. We even thought for a time that perhaps he was deaf.
Then he had a sudden spectacular regression and flare at just before two years and there was no longer a trace of doubt. Here, if you are wondering, is where the heartbreak of the Autistic family lives. In the moments your child spins away from you where he had not before.
My son has speech issues. He has probably fewer than ten words. And those are not used with any degree of constancy. He does not know or have a real concept of self or of you. He does not know to say “I want” or “you want”. He does not point. He makes limited eye contact. He does not reliably respond to his name.
He does not seek out touch though he is warmly receptive of ours. He does not seek us out to share all of his experiences. He is okay with solitude though he warmly loves us. He is not always connected or present with us or with you. His attention span is very limited and sporadic. His sleep is disturbed without medication he will sleep only 4-6 hours in a 24 hour period.
I long to hear his voice and his words. I want to hear him say my name or tell me he loves me. This is often said by families to be the most painful show in Autism of all. I am a mother who has never been called mom by the son I love so very much. Autism is stealing the voices of a whole generation of children. Special abilities?
We are told our three-year-old son is reading. He has read a few words off of paper with no pictures or recognizable symbols. He has a very acute understanding of our spoken word, and when he is connected, he understands at a far advanced level than his years would mark him able to. And all of these things place our son solidly in the middle of the Autism spectral rainbow.
The Autism rainbow is long and wide. And while we are walking it there is a loneliness that is untouchable. A sadness that widens the distance. Sometimes it feels impassable. And this disorder is so misunderstood.
There is sorrow in watching the numbers grow but as they do there is also the hope that someday it will strike just the right family, or finally enough people, and real change, research, and answers will begin. And always there is the thought that I must speak out and add my voice in case my son, or your child, never is able to.
In the end, what matters is finding out what is happening to our children. Autism is real. We as a people need to stop, pay attention and ask why. Be patient with the family who just found a spot on the watercolor rainbow it is a life-changing confusing place to be.
If you grow tired of hearing about it because it doesn’t affect you stop for a moment and remember that we, the family of those who have it, have to live it every single day of our lives. And our days can be so very, very, long.