When I was a young child, late 80's early 90's, I had a lot of neurologist appt.s but was never told what they were for. My mother never told me why I was "different" but I wasn't. As I have gotten older I have noticed larger differences. When I started doing research on my son's possible autism and there were a lot of traits that I also had/have. It makes perfect since. I light switch went off in my head and I realized it is okay that my son is autistic, I am too. Why did it take 26 years to find out? My mother was and is in denial. She refuses to acknowledge my differences, she doesn't understand why I didn't like to go to clubs and party when I was younger, I was always a home body. I always ever had one or two friends and a lot of associates, I wouldn't even acknowledge them in the hallways. I didn't need to be popular, but everyone did know me. I was socially awkward.
Do we as parents accept this better now, because it is more prevalent? Or because we are more open minded?
on Oct. 17, 2013 at 11:19 AM