It’s 5 AM, and my 11-year-old son, Oliver, is at my bedside, shaking me awake. He has something crucial to share about his science class from yesterday. But that’s not all—he’s also eager to read me a portion of his budding novel.
“Sweetheart,” I reply, “I need a moment. I’m really tired.”
“This is important, Mom!” He races out of the room, and I can hear him getting ready to write, chatting to himself while tapping away at the dining room table as his computer boots up.
When I finally drag myself to the kitchen, I’m surprised to see he has already emptied the dishwasher. For many children on the spectrum, anxiety can be overwhelming, especially with to-do lists looming over them, so this small act lightens his load.
As I brew my coffee, I glance over to see him furiously typing, pausing occasionally to flutter his fingers in excitement before diving back into his chapter. He is crafting a science fiction tale about a humanoid robot that gains self-awareness, appearing the same as other robots but convinced he is a real boy. It’s a unique blend of Pinocchio and I, Robot, interwoven with a narrative reflecting his own experiences.
“They think I’m like the other robots,” he reads aloud. “They don’t know I have feelings and ideas. I learn and mimic just to fool them. I want them to see me, but I’m scared to show them who I really am. What if they don’t care? What if they lock me up?”
His words transport me back to when I first began to notice his unique behaviors. I remember a day at the grocery store when he told the cashier, “Thank you for helping us. You must be a good person to choose a job that helps others. Not everyone decides to do that.”
“How old are you?” she asked, to which he proudly responded, “Three,” extending his hand for a shake.
No doctor ever mentioned autism; his early speech and affection charmed everyone around him. But as he grew, his charisma morphed into awkwardness. Anxiety and mood swings crept in with the start of his elementary years. Sensory sensitivities heightened, social interactions became increasingly challenging, and he faced bullying for being “different.” Teachers misinterpreted his hand gestures, quick speech, and difficulty with social cues.
He would melt down for reasons I struggled to understand. Friends were few and far between. Despite therapy and countless meetings at school, it took years to receive a diagnosis. When it finally came, it felt like a punch to the gut.
It’s tough to confront the fact that I struggled to accept my son for who he really was. But fighting for him in school and beyond transformed me. I became frustrated as teachers rattled off his challenges, wondering why they couldn’t see his potential. My perspective shifted as I realized I shouldn’t let anyone dictate how my child should be.
At home, we created a calm environment that reduced sensory overload. He constructed Lego rocket ships with his sisters, helped his dad in the kitchen, and took long walks with me, sharing his aspirations and dreams.
We eventually enrolled him in a school that embraced diversity and discouraged bullying. As his teachers learned to support his needs with short breaks and quiet spaces, his meltdowns diminished. Within a year, he blossomed into a school ambassador and earned straight A’s. He not only thrived but also began helping others, forging friendships with classmates who struggled similarly.
It took much longer than I anticipated to recognize that this journey wasn’t about my expectations but about my son. It was about letting go of preconceived notions of parenting and simply loving him for who he is. Admitting that I cried when I first heard the word “autism” feels humbling; I lost sight of his infectious laughter, the softness of his hair, and our bedtime talks about space.
Oliver has a way of transforming everyone he encounters. The more I learn about him and autism, the less I feel the need to change or “cure” him. He is extraordinary in his own right—profoundly unique, independent, funny, smart, and loving. He’s the child I was meant to nurture, cherish, and adore.
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Summary
Embracing the journey of parenting an autistic child involves recognizing their unique strengths and challenges. It’s a transformative process that shifts focus from societal expectations to unconditional love and support. Through understanding, advocacy, and creating a nurturing environment, families can help their children thrive and celebrate their individuality.
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