The time is moving fast. Day by
day years, are going by as I hope against hope. Hope remains but the time has
flown by. As a mother of an autistic child I remain in hope that today is the
day, I could find a break through to reach my child, to reach his thoughts, to
find a way to communicate with him; that will make it easier to teach him daily
life activities which were so easy for us to learn.
It is heart breaking to see that
my child is soon going to reach his adolescent years as a baby. Although, unhappy, with the progress of our
journey I cherish every moment of our autism journey together. I’m very proud of my son and thankful to god
for choosing me as mother of a very special boy, his beautiful smile removes my
tiredness gives me strength to go on.
His bravery in tolerating the difficulties and pain he has to go through
being different and not being able to express himself makes me brave enough to
take care of him, my home and also to face the disturbing words of people who
don’t let go of a chance to press where it hurts.
When autism strikes you need to
brace yourself to the outcome of it. As here there are not much opportunities
for my son to go to a school or get treatment we have always been planning to
move to another country but some suggest that it is not good to uproot your
life and move to another place with an autistic child but as I see it from the
moment that my child was diagnosed our life got uprooted now we don’t really
belong anywhere accept autism community.
There might be some parents lucky enough to get help and support from
family, friends and neighbors but in Asia I doubt that there would be many such
lucky parents.
