I know that sounds very strange, but it's the honest to goodness truth.
Most of you ladies know my son Brady has Cystic Fibrosis. CF is a progressive disease with no cure and an average life expectancy of late 20s-early 30s for my son. Some patients live longer depending on the kind of bacteria in their lungs. Brady spends a lot of time doing treatments, medicines, tube feeds, chest therapy, etc. He is THE happiest little boy on the planet and he doesn't think he is missing out on ANYTHING in life. So, why should I feel sorry for him? He isn't sad, so why should I be sad that he's Autistic?
I'm glad he lives in his own world and doesn't understand what people say or do. I'm glad he doesn't hear and see the cruelty in this world. All the things people have asked me and said to me over the past 5.5 years...he hasn't heard or understood any of it. I'm glad. I'm very glad he has the mentality of an 18 month old and the understanding of a 13 month old. This saves him from being heartbroken at school when others don't play with him for whatever reason, or other kids ask him questions or make comments about his behavior or related things. He doesn't understand and he honestly doesn't care. He is perfectly content playing by himself as he stims 24/7.
All we want for him is to be happy. We want him to live as long as he can while being happy and not suffering. Brady has suffered in the past from being sick so much. His suffering will get worse, as his lungs and disgestive system continue to fill with mucus, and the mucus takes over every organ in his body, eventually killing him. So, until that time, as long as he's happy, I could care in the least what he does.
Brady's Autism is allowing us a few more years before we have to explain to him that he has a terminal illness that will cause him to live a very short life.
So, yes, I'm glad my son is Autistic.