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Monday, April 5, 2010

We All Have Autism.

In the very beginning, it was important; no, imperative, to me that the other two kids not lose their childhood to this disorder. I saw it as the enemy, and still do sometimes. No way would it ruin things for everyone. They would get to be children for as long as they were children.

A few years in, I had started to calm down a bit, but the fruits of my labor were beginning to show. When D would melt down, the other kids complained, whined, threw fits all the way home. Family outings became segregated. Worse yet, I didn't like the attitudes they harbored against their brother. They resented that he was different, that he interrupted their fun. They didn't want a sibling with autism.

I had been parenting all wrong, and it was long past time I pulled my head out of my behind and did something. So I got them all together in one room and said, "Newsflash! We all have autism." That got their attention.

I'd been teaching "every man for himself" when I wanted to teach "all for one and one for all".  Families stick together. Families shoulder each others' burdens. They work together as much as they play together, but I'd been too concerned about preserving their carefree childhood.

There are mental health professionals out there clucking their tongues at me right now. I know the common wisdom, but I wanted my children to learn uncommon wisdom. We never wanted our son's siblings to carry the load, but neither did we want them to be one's to leave it to someone else either. We wanted them to be the kids who included the autistic kid on the playground, not the ones running away from him. How will they ever learn compassion and loyalty if we put their comfort first? We seldom learn wisdom in comfort.

The Result:  Since our family changed our motto, the kids are closer. They care for D like a true sibling, and an unexpected thing happened. Our oldest, I realized, has many disabled and learning disabled friends. He's truly including everyone he can, and that's so much better than a carefree youth. When all is said and done, I'd rather be able to say our kids are empathetic, caring individuals who work for the greater good, than to simply be able to say "well, they had fun".

There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear.
 1 John iv. 18.

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