The comment read, ‘for some autism families, there is no light at the end of the tunnel.’
I thought about that comment all last night. And when my toddler woke up at midnight for a hug, and when I nursed my baby, and then again while I drank my coffee and watched the news.
I thought back to our most challenging days when there was no apparent light at the end of the tunnel.
Our autistic son didn’t sleep longer than 45 minutes at a time and we started every day at 3 am. We lived in this place of hypervigilance, keeping a little boy safe, who seemed to crave danger.
We couldn’t ride in the car or leave the house, but yet home didn’t feel like a safe space.
Our family was no stranger to aggression, self-injurious behaviors, and screams so loud they would dilate my eyes sometimes.
We lived like that for six years while we battled to help our son who was very much struggling and needed our help.
And I can say with certainty, that when some old mom on the internet told me there was light at the end of the tunnel, I most likely plotted her demise in my mind.
When someone is sinking, there is nothing more annoying than someone who’s been there/done that, telling you it will get better. Because you want someone who can relate. Who can sit in the dark with you for a bit.
I’m here to say that I understand. Me too. I completely, and entirely understand because we lived it. Many days we still do friends. I just don’t share those parts daily anymore.
And at the risk of someone yelling at me, I will say it here, because there is someone who needs to read it.
Because you will undeniably make it through these hard days. I promise. And so will your child. And they will grow up too. And again, so will you.
There is light at the end of the tunnel….it just may not be the light that you imagined it would be. The light that everyone else lives.
Your light is different now.
The light might be finding the right services and supports and programs.
It might be finding the right medications or the right therapies.
It might be acceptance and getting past the emotional parts that seem to destroy us in the beginning. The comparisons. The differences.
The light might be finding a support system who understands. Friends you can cry and laugh with and text at 3 am. Ones who understand.
The light might be someday finding a group home. It might be finding a person you can trust who can help you in your home and find balance with your other children.
When my son was diagnosed at age three, the light was my son talking someday. And being mainstreamed. It was our family traveling to Disney World and not thinking twice about attending a family event.
I still don’t know if those things will ever happen for us.
My light is different now. It’s my amazing son being truly happy with his life. He loves school. He can sit. He can communicate without words.
He sleeps with his brother. He laughs. His body and mind can be at peace.
We’ve figured out what our light at the end of the tunnel looked like. And I think that’s what I needed someone to tell me years ago.
You have a choice. You can live in the angry, sad, woe-is-me place, one that I knew all too well. Or you can choose the light. Even on your darkest days.
Again, I’m most likely just some old lady on the internet. But once I realized I had a choice, everything changed for us.
Choose the light.
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Published Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2022 00:58:26 +0000
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