We want to tell you about all of C's achievements.
We want to tell you how well he's doing. We want to tell you that he's reading well beyond his years, and that he's developed a deep affection for his twin, frequently hugging him and saying, "I love you, brother."
We want to tell you that he says, "It's 7:70!" when it's ten minutes past eight! We want to tell you that he sat still and ate a cupcake, and that he finally peed in the potty. We want to tell you all of these good things and none of the bad things.
But when we do, you say, "See! He's going to be fine." You tell us, "He's probably going to be a rich scientist!" You implore us "not to worry so much!" You say, "I told you so!"
And in doing so, you discount all the things that we're still struggling with. You ignore all the challenges. You diminish all the effort we've expended just trying to overcome these minor obstacles. And you're ignoring the fact that none of these accomplishments erases his autism.
Most of all, you're not really talking about our son anymore. You're projecting your own desires, your own insecurities, your own wish for everything to be okay after all.
And you're probably doing it because you think it's what we want to hear, because you think it's supportive. In fact, it's not.
Here's the deal: C is always going to have autism, and we're okay with that now. It will shape everything about his life, and everything about our lives, forever. It's not going away, and neither are we.
Our acceptance of C's autism, and all the good and bad that come with it, doesn't make us pessimists — it makes us realists. Further, accepting C's autism was the first step in getting him the help he needs. If we downplay the challenges he faces, then we won't fight and work as hard to help him overcome them.
Somewhat ironically, denial would have been the easier path for us, but it's not the path we chose. So as we go on this journey, we ask you to come along with us. We're not asking for sympathy or pity. We don't want you to stop being optimistic.
We're just asking for you to accept things as they are.
From my wife, in honor of Autism Awareness Month.
When the evaluator finished telling us that, yes, C definitely had autism, I asked what this meant for his future. She sighed, said that was a common question, and then offered us the best advice we've received so far: "Don't try to predict where your son will be in ten years, one year, or even a month. No one knows, and anyone who tells you they do is lying. These kids can surprise us, both for the better and the worse."
