During the years surrounding my son’s autism diagnosis, I could barely say the word “autism” out loud. I thought I would just break down every single time and, frankly, I didn’t have time for that.
To be clear, this had nothing to do with shame. Not one day has gone by that I am not immensely proud of this boy. It was about fear, worry, the unknown, and all the other bumps along the road to acceptance.
All a parent could ever want is for their child to be OK. Autism has a way of tricking your brain into questioning if that will be the case.Read more on themighty.com