Don't know how 14 years have gone by so fast! I will never forget the day we sat in the Pediatrician's office and was told he believed our first born child, whom we struggled to have, was Autistic. Of course he could not officially tell us that, we had to go to a specialist to have our son tested. I began to cry. My husband just looked at me and couldn't understand what the big deal was (at the time) because this dr just said he's not licensed to diagnose the boy. But if he's recognizing what I was thinking, which was something is not right...then chances are, he's on the right path. At that time, Rainman was all I knew about Autism spectrum.
I looked at my son through teary eyes and began to wonder about the future for him. We use to joke about the kind of car he would tear around in as an older teen, causing us problems, girlfriends he would have that I would not approve of, sports he would be good at because they projected his size to be bigger then his father, who is 6' 3" tall. What he might like to do for a career...what does this mean now?
The visit to the specialist, now that was a weird experience to say the least! We sat in a tiny room - we were on chairs & he was left to wander around in this small space near us with this dr. just watching him. Once in a while the dr. would say his name & ask him to "hi five" him, which he did. That went on for about 15 minutes & then we left with the diagnoses that he was high functioning PDD. WHAT?! You can tell that from that little meeting?
We immediately put him into special therapies as soon as we could. He was 2 1/2 years old at the time, so he was able to get into the school district quite soon for speech & physical therapy. He did not like either of these at first, but then it became the routine and it did cause improvement for him.
We are very fortunate that he progressed so far over the years. I just didn't 'get' Autism back then. So I treated him more like every other kid and he was expected to behave & to try foods I put on the table. Our rule was he had to take one bite and then I'd leave him alone. The dr.'s told me it was actually a good thing I did that, because it made him able to handle different textures much more then most kids on the spectrum. He was very sensative orally and would gag when trying something new, but he would do his best every time and that's all I expected.
So he's turning 14 on Sunday...he is 6' tall, is about 160 pounds - basically much bigger then me! But he is my gentle giant. My walking stomach that eats like a machine which is typical for his age. He's in 8th grade and has specialty classes, but then is integrated with the 'regular' kids in certain classes that he excels in, such as science & art. He has an amazing talent for seeing something once, then drawing it. Such as a creature or robot. He loves oragami and can do complex creations with that. He's quiet unless it's a subject he is interested in, then watch out because he'll talk your ear off! And this is the boy, I worried would never speak, would never say I love you Mom, would never show love to me in the form of hugs or kisses. I couldn't have been more wrong...