Hello Autism, Meet Me, I am MOM

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im a child with autism

Hello. Allow me to introduce myself to you. My name is autism. Perhaps you know me or know of me. I am a condition, “disorder” that affects many people. I strike at will, when and where I want. Unlike Downs Syndrome or other birth “defects,” I leave no marks on those I strike. In fact, I pride myself on the ability to infiltrate a child’s life, while leaving him or her strikingly handsome. Many people may not even know I am there. They blame the child for what I cause him or her to do. I am autism and I do as I please.

I am autism. I strike boys and girls. infants and toddlers. I find my best victims to be boys around the age of 2, but any child will do. I like children and they are always the true victims, though I take hostage the others in the child’s family as well. It is a bit like getting two for the price of one. I affect one child and “infect” the entire family.

I am autism. I strike rich and poor alike. The rich combat me with education and therapy. The poor shut their children away and cannot afford to fight me. I can win in the lives of poor children more than I am those of the wealthy, but I will try to take root anywhere.

I am autism. I do not discriminate based upon religion either. I strike any nationality or religion, cast or creed.  I do not care what religion a person is or what beliefs he may hold. When I strike, there will be little time for any of that anyway. When they find me, they will question everything they believe in, so why would I strike only one group? I have affected followers of every religion on the planet.

I am autism and I am strong and getting stronger every year, every month, every day, every minute and every second. I am concerned that money might be allotted to combat me and my takeover of children, but so far, I have little to fear.  In an atmosphere such as that, I can flourish and wreak havoc at will. In places such as that, I rub my hands with glee at the problems I can cause to children, their families and to the society at large.

I am autism. When I come, I come to stay. I take the dreams and hopes of families and trample them with delight. I see the fear and confusion in the eyes of my victims and see the formation of wrinkles, the worries and pain on the face of their parents. I see the embarrassment their child causes because of me and the parents unsuccessful attempt to hide their child, and me. I see tears the parents cry and feel the tears of their child. I am autism. I leave sorrow in my wake.

I am autism. I taketh away and give nothing but bewilderment and loathing in return. I take speech and learning. I take socialization and understanding. I take away “common sense” and, if I can flourish, I take away all but their physical life. What I leave behind, is almost worse than death.

I am autism and I bet you know me or know of me. If you don’t, you probably will soon. I am marching forward faster than I ever have before. I am looking for new children all the time. I am looking for new children to consume and new lives to destroy. I dread the day I will be looked upon with pity or worse yet, understanding, for that day, is the day I will begin to die.

Well autism, I am MOM.  I love my son more than the sun, moon and stars, he is my little miracle and has come oh so very far.  Autism, I am MOM and each day my son grows and learns and loves. Hey Autism, I am MOM and I thank God everyday for my son.

Autism, I am MOM and my boy is very sweet, smart and funny all rolled into one, that you cannot take from me since I am MOM.

Listen up from This MOM autism, my son has so much love to give and is my world.  He is special which means you have no power over us for we are much stronger then you combine.  So, autism, I get all the things you can take over, but you will never take away my unconditional love and patience I have for this boy, since his unique imprint on the earth will step on you, crush you, and destroy you one day, since I, his MOM will find the way.

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