I’ll be honest, I have not handled or am not handling this “Safer at Home” Bullshit ordered by our government, well at all for a variety of reasons. First one being, I HATE people any people telling me what to do. Didn’t like it when my parents did it, my teachers, I tolerated bosses because of the money. But I really hate self-righteous sanctimonious politicians who look like they’re enjoying our plight, financial crisis, losing businesses, and literally on house arrest for doing nothing. But I digress.
Today I felt like I was hit in the stomach with a bat. It hit me, why I’m really struggling through this. In the 55 days we’ve been in quarantine, we passed a milestone, it was 11 years ago one of my kids was diagnosed with Autism. I don’t celebrate that day, I acknowledge it, and try not to cry.
The days were long, they were lonely, and I didn’t know anyone in my boat. I buckled down and worked hard, and did everything within my power to help my son and eventually my 2nd son was diagnosed. It was isolating, depressing, and soul crushing. Because as friends with typical kids grew and developed, and I saw the deficits in my kids, it was hard, and they distanced or you distanced. My kids wanting to watch the same movie or section of a movie over and over and their “friends” had out moved on to new things, they’d distance or I’d distance, and I was mostly alone navigating through a labyrinth of unknown.
I think when my kids were 6 and 4, I found my groove, I got my jam on with other like minded moms, and they helped me up out of the dark, where I saw a light, I saw the progress in my kids, they taught me, they helped me, they loved me until I could learn to love this life I was dealt. Even in my hard days or their hard days, I had a place to turn. I learned more about autism, I learned about never giving up, and I learned about how important it was to always be learning. I love my people, our friends, our baseball league, our dance classes, our webinars, our coffee talks. I love The Autism Community in Action and what it’s done for my family and my son.
So what snapped in me in this “Safer At Home” nightmare is the fact that I miss my people. I need my people. I know many feel the same, so I see you! We worked so hard to provide our kids with as full of a life as possible, what most people with neuro typical children take for granted, and they have come so far, and we are locked up. LOCKED UP, can’t go any of the places that they enjoy or love, and it’s killing all of us, if you know autism, you know what I’m saying.
So to you special needs parents that are feeling that PTSD of being back in those early days of isolation and the darkest days of our lives. I feel you, I see you, and I am praying for you.