Take a look at this picture, what do you see? An awesome little boy? I know I do. My husband sees his little helper, my parents see a happy grandson and my daughter sees an incredibly loving big brother. But the doctors at Developmental Pediatrics see something different. They see Autism.
That’s right, my smart and beautiful baby boy has been diagnosed with Autism. We weren’t told specifics, they have yet to tell us where on the spectrum he is, just that he IS on it. I’ve been sitting on this post for weeks, debating whether or not to publish it, scared that when I do there’s no going back. Scared that all of you will look at my baby differently. That instead of seeing a cute kid doing cute things you will see something different. That if I recommend a product my son likes you will second guess it because he’s not “normal”. I never write about things that are this personal, I tend to keep the tone of this blog upbeat and steer clear of controversy. This will likely be the only time I write about this subject here, but I need to get it out. I’m lost in all this. If someone reading has been here I’d love to have a conversation with you.
