And a map… and a compass…
I’ve been staring at this empty screen since last night. Having a million things to say and nothing to say, all at once. It started with this article, “Coping with adult children’s autism, parents may face ‘least bad’ decisions.”
I have preached for years that you are a fool if you think autism has always been here and this is better diagnosing. If that is true why is there no where for our newly minted “Adults with Autism” to go? Why don’t they go where all the kids before them have gone when they aged out, hmmmm?
As I read this I am reminded too, how the media doesn’t usually portray what autism is really like for so many. The low functioning. The severe cases. Those who may act out violently when they meltdown –putting holes in walls and their teeth into their own flesh. The world thinks that this wave of oncoming adults with autism is full of Cambridge students and future Silicon Valley geniuses… It’s not. It’s full of kids like my son –who I refuse to put in a sheltered workshop where he can work for slaves wages.
Most will depend on society instead of contributing to it. Not only that, but most have moms like me who left the working world because we had too. The mom in this story left her job as a physician. I have walked away from over 100K in student loan debt that will never be paid back, for an education that I never use.
And most of us moms are stressed out and looking at early graves. Where do our kids go then?
I’m not saying anything new, I know this. I tried. But I got nothing.
Enjoy your morning steaming cup of irony: