Last year, our family hit our lowest point. Meltdowns multiple times a day were a common occurrence from both of our kids with high functioning autism (Asperger’s). I’ll be honest, when I woke up in the morning, I dreaded what most days would bring.
But then, one kid started ABA therapy in July, and the other in early September. Things were still rough for a few months, but after about six months of ABA therapy, one child really began to bloom.
This child’s meltdowns nearly ended, and when they did happen, they weren’t as explosive. They were much more controlled.
This child learned to play with siblings, and while there are still occasional squabbles, the other children no longer had to worry what would set this one child off.
I can see for this child, a path to adulthood filled with typical child activities and experiences when before I could only see a child who had veered deep into the forest and was lost.
Unfortunately, child two continues to struggle. ABA hasn’t helped nearly as much as I would like, and, I’ll be honest, some days I feel a bit hopeless about the situation.
I even confessed to our priest that sometimes I hate being on social media because it hurts to see how well other people’s kids the same age are doing. And then I feel icky because I have these negative feelings. Why should I begrudge my friends’ kids’ successes? The priest told me I should try not to feel this way because I don’t know what God has planned. All things are on God’s time, and I don’t know what this child’s path will ultimately be.
Even when I feel discouragement cloud my mind, I try to remind myself to remain optimistic. I don’t know what this child’s path will be.
I’ve talked to many, many parents who had kids with and without disabilities who struggled in their childhood and yet went on to be successful adults.
Every time we try a new treatment with this child, my hope is buoyed. Maybe this will be the thing that makes a difference. Hope is always there. Optimism is always there. I know my child has the tools to be successful. Maybe today will be different. . . Maybe this treatment will work. . .
As a mom, those have to be my thoughts. I can never give up on my child. I will never give up. I don’t know when, but I believe, eventually, something will work for this child.
Have you had a child who struggled through childhood and went on to find a place in the world and be successful? If so, I’d love to hear about it!
I’m participating in Blogging through the Alphabet. You can find more blogging through the alphabet posts at Mom’s Quest to Teach.
My Blogging Through the Alphabet Special Learners edition posts:
C – Change
D – Dyslexia
E – Exhaustion
F – Fellowship
G – The Good Doctor
H – Homeschool
J – Joy