It has been just over 4 months since my son was officially diagnosed with autism.
But it has been longer since we suspected it, since I worried about it and felt inadequate and helpless, since I felt him slipping further away from me and yet powerless to stop it.
But now we know. The diagnosis is heartbreaking and validating and anxiety-inducing and a relief all at the same time. No one ever wants to have to hear that about her child, but it is the diagnosis that is now making it possible for us to get him the help he needs...the same diagnosis that has sent me into a tailspin, grasping at the grief process and trying to navigate this new territory. Without a map. Without a guide book. Away from family.
I understand logically that the diagnosis is ultimately a good thing, but my heart is just taking awhile to catch up to my head. And that's a lot of what this blog is about. The heart divide. My head and heart rarely truly being in the same place but working towards that synthesis.
I can't promise that it will always be uplifting and inspiring...but I promise it will always be honest.
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