If we were all not living through these unusual circumstances associated with COVID-19, this month would have featured a lot of festivals, walks, and other activities that seek to bring awareness to and dispel myths about autism. Education about the diagnosis of autism and shining the spotlight on the individuals who have been diagnosed with autism is what this month is all about. As Autism Awareness Month comes to an end, I started to think about my 12-year-old son, Zion, who was diagnosed with autism at the age of 3 and a few of the things he has taught me.
Everyone has hidden jewels. If you ever met Zion, in the first ten minutes, you could probably tell me right off the bat the things he does not do. He has a hard time making eye contact, he is not going to engage you in a long conversation, and he has a hard time understanding social cues and tones. Years of advocating for Zion has made it to where I am his spokesperson, always trying to give people a different impression of him. Zion loves to learn, my son is a fantastic writer, and my son has an eye for photography and videography. My son is more than his diagnosis and people, in general, are typically more than what they initially present to the world. I believe that there is something positive in everyone – you sometimes just have to take the time to find those hidden jewels.
Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff. Zion is pretty even-tempered now but when he was newly diagnosed and before he started the therapies that helped him process his emotions, he would have meltdown and tantrums (and there is a difference between the two) several times a day. Being the perfectionist that I was, I would often add more stress on top of an already stressful situation because I would want to carry on with my day and complete my daily to-do list. I would feel like the worst mother ever at the end of the day when nothing got accomplished. But I learned to change my perspective. At the end of a tough day, my laundry may not have been folded, there may have still been dishes in the sink, and I may have never gotten to the store. But Zion was calm. And, most importantly, he had not injured himself or others during his tantrum. The things that did not get done no longer mattered. And guess what? Now Zion washes and folds his own clothes, vaccums and sweeps the whole house, and can even make simple meals for himself. It gets better – don’t waste time worrying about the small things.
Everyone needs a cheerleader. From the time I realized that my son was not reaching his milestones timely, I have had to advocate for him. From going back and forth with the pediatrician about getting a referral to a specialist for Zion to be formally diagnosed to finding the perfect school for him, advocating is a full-time job. But, everyone needs a cheerleader. Confidence in yourself is great but having that cheerleader is what gives you that extra boost. Zion knows he is smart and capable of doing many things that others think he would not be able to do because of his diagnosis. But me being his cheerleader gives him that extra boost because I am there – loud and proud – reminding Zion and everyone else of great he is, how smart he is, and how talented he is. Just as cheerleaders stand on the sidelines and let the whole arena or stadium know how great their team is, everyone needs that person who encourages them.
I want to end this post by offering some words of encouragement.
Be kind to yourself. There will be good days and bad days – count every day that you make it through as a win. Don’t be hard too hard on yourself.
Accept help. I often felt that nobody could care for Zion like I could – and to be honest, I still feel this way sometimes. But I have learned to accept help from the people that my son knows and is comfortable with and that knows my son, his triggers, and how to calm him. It took me a while but I finally got there.
Don’t take the aggression personally – this is harder on them than on you. Tantrums, meltdown, and aggressive behaviors are sometimes scarier for the child than it is for us as parents. It took many therapists to convince me that Zion was acting aggressively at home and not at school because I was his “safe place” – a place where he knew he could release everything that was pent up in him. Don’t take it personally – your child knows your love is unconditional.
Advocate! Advocate! Advocate! Resources for special needs children can sometimes be hard to find. Ensuring that they get everything they need to reach their fullest potential can be very hard due to this lack of resources. Advocating for your child will be the biggest “I Love You” you can give them.
YOU GOT THIS!!!! Being a parent of a child with autism has caused me to experience a wide range of emotions depending on the circumstances. It has exhausted me, angered me, scared me, filled me with anxiety, and has even brought me to tears on several occasions. But it has also made me excited as I look at Zion and the handsome pre-teen he has become, it has forced me to be creative in how I ensure he gets what he needs, and it even makes me smile when I realize that my son is a pretty cool kid. And I know that – despite the frustrations and setbacks that he may endure – Zion will be okay.
Celebrate your child. Let the world know how great your child is. I will start. Zion is 12 years old. He loves to watch YouTube, eat pizza, swing, put together 500 piece puzzles, and as I stated before, he even likes to do chores around the house! Zion is smart, loves to give big hugs, and loves his family. He is a great kid who smiles a lot and loves to make others smile.
Celebrate your child or tell how you spread awareness about autism in the comments below!