In March of 2017, my youngest child, Julian, was diagnosed with autism. This diagnosis didn’t come as a shock. We were pretty much expecting it.
Julian and his twin brother, Dominic, decided to make their grand entrance into this world bit too early. There was no particular reason for for their untimely arrival.
My guess is that they heard all the commotion being made by their older brothers and sister. (Yes you counted correctly. 5 kids.)
Ever since their 6 week NICU stay, the twins presented with various delays – mostly in their language development. So Julian’s autism diagnosis was one more stop on our journey into uncharted waters.
Back to the reason for this blog…
Since Julian’s diagnosis, I’ve become increasingly frustrated. I’m frustrated that when Julian’s doctor told me he “had autism,” he gave me a pamphlet and TRIED to send me on my way. (He was not successful.)
I’m frustrated by the numerous road blocks I face on a daily basis trying to get him the proper care. I’m frustrated that I keep having to fill out milestone charts that don’t apply to my kid.
I’m frustrated that Facebook has directed every autism-mom-related advertisement to my news feed, as if that’s all I’m interested in anymore.
And if, for some odd reason, I don’t want to wear a puzzle bracelet around my wrist, or display his diagnosis on my t-shirt, I am somehow doing something wrong.
The list of frustrations goes on.
So instead of becoming angry, bitter, and depressed, I decided to start this blog… a place I can vent, share our successes, and maybe even reach others who are frustrated for various reasons.
This blog will NOT be politically correct. And it will NOT be strictly about autism. It WILL be about peoplism, momism, wifism, daughterism, friendism, and various other human conditions.
Follow our journey on the Not an Autism Mom Facebook page!