Autism

Some thoughts on my son's diagnosis and journey. He was 4 when the "official diagnosis" came in, so 30 years ago. He is "on the spectrum" but back then we used terms that are out of favor now like "high functioning autism" and "Asperger's Syndrome." The label didn't matter so much as getting him the accommodations he needed in school to be able to learn the best way for him. We were lucky to live where we did, because I'm sure it was not the same for everyone in the early 90s. None of my fears at the time came true. He's just out there living a wonderful life, traveling all over the country, and soon the world. So proud!

Journaling reads: Neurodivergent was not a term that was used when you were first diagnosed with autism. And we still don’t know if that’s a fitting diagnosis. You had sensory issues. You were echolalic, and very time oriented, but oh so smart! Reading before you turned three. An enigma the psychologist said. By the time you were seven, we could see the musical gift along with your unique way of categorizing the world. You took part in a study that used recordings of rhythmic sound and you loved it. Percussion was your favorite! Still is! We were so blessed to have people along your path that believed you were more than your IEP, more than a label. I know you still struggle with the ramifications of having a different operating system, but you seem to go through life with such ease and positivity, I don’t think anyone even notices. You were always a happy kid, and I love that good things keep happening for you.

CREDITS: Bella Gypsy Neurospicy everything except the music word art by Jen Caputo and music border from Traci Reed's I'm With the Band; Font-Hootie