This time last year you had your two year check.
This time last year the health visitor noted in your red book that you had good eye contact and was very affectionate towards me, she referred you for speech therapy and a hearing test.
This time last year I did a search on google, I can’t remember what I typed in the search box but every result contained the word AUTISM.
This time last year I thought that autism meant a child standing in the corner of a room, screaming and covering their ears because they couldn’t handle the environment around them.
This time last year, after what felt like hours on the Internet reading about autism, everything suddenly started to become very clear.
This time last year I watched a video of a little boy on you tube and all I could see was you.
This time last year I realised you were showing autistic traits.
This time last year I felt that I dissected your every move and I drove myself insane with it.
This time last year I felt like I was a bad mother for not realising sooner.
This time last year I felt like I had failed you.
This time last year I was scared, I was worried that the little boy I adored was going to change and be lost forever.
This time last year I felt so alone.
A year on and we have received your diagnosis and are starting to get some help. I understand autism more than I did before, and although it still scares me at times, I’m ready to face the challenges it will bring. We have been introduced to the world of special needs, a world that we never even knew existed and we are meeting some amazing people along the way. We are learning to take each day as it comes and still celebrate each milestone you reach no matter how long it takes to get there. Slowly but surly we are learning to communicate with you. You surprise us all the time and make us proud everyday.
You haven’t changed in anyway, in-fact we understand you more than before.
Your our little superstar!
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