My webhost crashed yesterday and I wasn’t able to make a lengthy, thoughtful post about Autism Awareness Day. Today, I am nursing a migraine and feeling a little terse. Shut up, Doug. So, my post is less from the heart and more from the hip.
To all the doctors who suggested that my son would never read and encouraged me to find a group home for him, shame on you. To all the teachers who told me they were just babysitters, the substitutes who told my child to entertain himself and leave them alone and the administrators who wouldn’t listen, leave education now and become Realtors. To all the gawkers in public who told me I needed to spank my child, crawl back in your caves. To all the other parents who won’t care until it affects your own family, and it will, I love my child as much or more than you love your own child. Would you want those things said about you or your child?
To all the teachers who cared, took risks and fought for justice,
To the family members who always believed anything is possible,
To all the parents who offered a shoulder for tears and a cheer in triumph,
To all the strangers on the Internet who are always with me in spirit,
Thank you. Thank you for your love, compassion and hope. Thank you for seeing beyond the label. Autism is not something Tommy has, it is just part of who he is. And he is a wonderful and amazing human being who I feel honored to have for a son.