In the mid 1990s I was young adult and as time would show, I had many years between becoming a husband and a father. One of things I noticed around this time was the prevalence of parents to lead their children around on leashes. It was quite the common site back then although now you might go years without seeing it. At the tender age of my early twenties and not being a parent myself, I thought this practice to be barbaric on the one hand, and considered it a willful lack of proper parental guidance on the other. While today most people would probably agree with that, evidently they would not have at the time, or else there would not be so many people leashing their children.
I got married at 33 and had my first child one year later. Up until becoming a parent myself, I would scoff as many people do, when we witness a child behaving very badly in public. I would think to myself, although I never said such thing aloud, "Well you should take control of your child." Or maybe I would think something like "What a terrible father you are, your child is making a scene and you can't stop him." And in many or perhaps most instances when you encounter such a situation, your mental comment is most likely warranted. Ahhh but for the cruel hand of fate, or properly defined in my case, "Your child has Mild Classic Autism."
And should you never have had the experience to encounter a child with Autism whether it be your child, a family member, or maybe a family friend, you will never be truly able to contemplate the stress and strain of those of us who deal with this condition on an minute, hourly, monthly, yearly, and lifetime basis. I certainly had no idea of what it was like before I got to know my daughter.
Autism is a spectrum disorder, meaning that it is defined by a level of dysfunction, and it is a behavioral disorder, and is not something that can be tested by blood draws or an MRI. Typical Autistic behavior consists of lack of normal communication, fixation on certain things or behavior, for example children that do only thing all the time, such as stacking blocks or arranging things in a row. At about one year old, my daughter would not look either my wife or I in the eye, nor would she speak in any real words, but she was drawn to the sight of bright lights, and would obsessively align objects in an orderly fashion. She was walking well before one year old. These strange behaviors lead us to getting her diagnosed.
Now at the age of three years old, my daughter can speak at the level of a one year old. Even without professionals evaluating her, this is apparent when she is around other children just younger or just older than her. Children around the same age as her will ask me, "Why doesn't she talk?" I don't know what to say to that, other than to tell a white lie that "she is shy." And truthfully, had we not got the diagnosis as early as we did, we would not have been able to get her the early intervention therapy that we have. So when I say that she talks at the level of a one year at three years old, I tremble to think what might have been should she not have received 18 months of intensive therapy. And yet, my daughter is not stupid nor is she retarded. This is an interesting and frustrating part of Autism. On the one hand, she will not communicate much at all. And yet both my wife and I know that she understands most if not all of what we tell her. It's as if the Autistic child is in their own world that we just can't penetrate. She hears and understands everything, but we just can't break through that shell.
Nothing gives me a bigger belly laugh while at the same time a little bit of envy as when a parent of a normal child complains of the "terrible twos." The age of two is when children begin to develop their displeasure of not being able to control their emotions. In the case of an Autistic child, as they are not able to communicate with other people even at an early age, their frustrations are infinitely more than those of normal children. It is a frightening and heartbreaking sight to see your two year old child repeatedly and intentionally ramming her head into a concrete wall because you did not understand what she was trying to tell you in her gibberish language. And I don't even think of letting her walk through the grocery store parking lot, she will run away because she still has no concept of danger. Since you can't effectively talk to her, you can't instruct her to hold your hand and expect it to happen. You learn to park your car next to the grocery cart stack in the parking lot and put her in a cart as soon as you get out of the car. You unload your groceries and then take the cart back to the stack and then carry her to your car. And it's a sad thing when she's sick but can't tell you why and the Dr asks: "Does she complain of throat pain?"
To be a parent of an Autistic child, you are forced to get out of your comfort zone. In all honesty, you won't be allowed to have one anymore. In public, your child will embarrass you in ways that other parents will never understand. Autism will stress you to your last straw, it will break down your defenses and your will, but should you be parent of one, never will you love your child any less for being what what she is, your perfect child. And to fate, the dealer of this hand to my daughter and family, I raise you all in.
RKL
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