And then.. there's the part of me that's a little bit upset about it. I have long maintained that though Logan is on the spectrum (and to be honest, we're learning that #6 very much is, as well), autism does not define us. We were a family before diagnosis, we were parents before diagnosis, and we will continue to be a family forever after. It does not matter what comes our way in life. We are parents, and a family, ALWAYS.
So, when I read things like this it makes me sad. I just can't help it. There is so much in this thread that is so. freaking. great. and tweets like these bring down the whole thing.
I'm regretting that we painted my son's room navy blue...he won't stop picking off the paint. Looks awful now.
So.Though I won't participate in #youmightbeanautismparentif , please know that my support is with you. And if ever I can help by listening, emailing, conversing via phone or whatever, y'all please don't hesitate. I just have a hard time. Because really, what about
I can't do it. I have children. Because of this, I am a parent. A mother. I feel no need to further define my role based on diagnosis, because all of my children are equally important. And all of my children provide ample cause for frustration, elation, sadness, and pride. Not just Logan. Judge me if you must. But that's where I stand.
image of parent and child holding hands from the Google images