On the eve of our third walk for Autism Speaks Canada, I am reflecting on how drastically things have changed for us. From a slight 5 yr old who could not speak at all to a taller, skinnier 6 yr old who has his name in lights in the dictionary next to echolalia. Most often what he says makes no sense and is in the wrong context but he is trying that’s what counts. Timothy takes risperidal now. Since we received diagnosis several years ago, I had vowed not to be one of those Moms….those Moms who medicated their kids…with proper therapies and discipline it would all work itself out…right? No. I was ignorant. Judgemental. I was wrong. I am now proudly one of those Moms. The guilt is gone. Cause you know what? I think its working. His outbursts are less often and less violent. The dose may need a tweaking eventually but there is a change.
We are cautiously optimistic because its what we are used to…the constant cycling of behaviours. Don’t get too comfortable where you are Ma and Pa cause the winds change quickly! What works one day, does not the next- something I”m certain others with children on the spectrum experience.
So tomorrow we walk. We walk for awareness, we walk for acceptance. One day we will be gone and Timothy will be here. We hope he has friends. We hope he is understood. Most of all we hope he is more than just autism. He is Timothy and he just happens to have autism.