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.) But that’s not the point I was trying to make.
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 by my own false hope that Julian would some how “grow out” of his various delays.
I’m frustrated that Facebook has directed every autism-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 to the world on my shirt that my son has this one particular condition, 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, 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.