I just was reading a blog by autism's bitch and it was litteraly the first time I've read a blog that I could laugh at and see myself.
Often blogs can be depressing or used as a teaching tool. This one used the work fuck... which I like... which I use on a daily basis.
Autism isn't funny, but we are still aloud to laugh.
My husband and I are devoted to our son. Our worlds revolve around him. His success are celebrated like no others. It's just hard sometimes when those successes are so minimal others wouldn't notice them. Our son turned 4 in July. The past weekend he finally learned how to blow the paper off the straw at us. Well... you'd think he'd just earned a graduate degree. But it was his success!
This week, he for the first time sang along with the Wonder Pets.... Success!!!
Along with dealing with Ben... we have family.... ooooooooo
My husband mother seems to love that Ben has autism. She was the first to notice that my perfect child wasn't perfect. I'll never forgive her for this.
My mother still see's the perfect child. "If Ben was autistic he wouldn't be able to tranition so easily like he does".... Well if Ben wasn't autistic he would talk, look at me, answer that age old question of do you want milk or juice?
I really do plan on venting, so... if you have a perfect life...turn aound now. If not.. Welcome to my world!
