My sons are on the autism spectrum.
That's a fact.
Recently, I met a number of other moms that have children that I recognize are on the spectrum. They aren't willing to say it out loud, but I could see it in their eyes and hear it in their voices. I met their children, and I knew.
Something about me must have let them know it's okay to talk about sensory swings, and styming, missing communication and tactile sensitivies.
As we talked, I came to realize, they are searching for that puzzle piece, the one that would make the puzzle of autism complete. And, they were looking at me for that missing piece.
They've met my Thomman. My heart and joy. Thomman didn't speak at one time, or rather his speach was such that it wasn't. Thomman once spun in circle after circle to the point that we drew spinning circles on the carport floor that he was allowed to spin in safely.
We read the articles, saw the specialist, bought so many specialized things, all in the hopes that that one thing or that one doctor would be the missing puzzle piece.
But, in the end, I came to realize, there was no missing puzzle piece. Thom is complete the way he is.
He's my pride and my joy. He may still spin, and styme and be more senstive to the outside world than other kids, but he is complete.
I love you Thom!