I am a type “A” personality, a fact I used wear as a badge of honor. No matter the problem, I prided myself as being the one who can rise above it all and conquer the world. So, when my youngest child was diagnosed with Autism on my 33rd Birthday – I did very little mourning. I focused on the charge that the doctors and other professionals gave to me – fight for your son. So I did. I tried every treatment, did every home therapy, got him into the best school based programs, I was on my job. My son, Jared is now turning 18 years of age and is doing quite well. I had hoped that all of the hard work would lead to him speaking – but no miracles came my way. He also began to have grand-mal seizures at the age of 14. So, it has been a tough road. But, this post is not so much about him, but me.
Through these years I raised 2 other boys along with Jared, worked full time, maintained a marriage – did it all. But there has been a heavy price to pay. I have never learned how to rest.