Thursday, April 9, 2009

Thankful Thursday


I saw this idea on a blog a few weeks ago (sadly, I can't remember which one; sorry) and then forgot about it. Today I was reminded when I visited the blog This Day! Here's how it works: each Thursday think of 5 things that you're grateful for and share them on your blog.

Here are mine (ok, so this week they're probably the more obvious choices):

1. My beautiful little boy
2. My supportive, loving husband
3. My health
4. My friends
5. My faith
*Photo credit: kimberlyfaye on flickr

Autism Awareness - Part Two

The following is part 2 of 3 in the series in honor of Autism Awareness month written by AutumnMommy-Laura. Thank you, Laura, for sharing your story with us. If anyone would like more information on Autism and how you can help, visit Autism Speaks.

My Son and Asperger's Disorder
Written by: AutumnMommy - Laura

His first word was a sentence the day before he turned 5 months old. It happened in a mall and he clearly said, "I want my Mama!" It was clearly enough for passing by shoppers to understand his words and comment on how unusual it was to hear a baby say this.

He could say "quesadilla" when he was 7 months old. When he was turning three he wanted his birthday party theme to be "Dirty Jobs". That was his favorite TV show, Mike Rowe was his favorite person and He insisted on that as his party theme.

When he was potty training he needed to know where the water from the toilet went. We said into pipes under ground. He then wanted to know where those pipes went. This continued until we went for a car ride to see the water treatment plant. Then he wanted to go inside.

Being the fun mom that I am I called the plant and arranged a short tour for him. Yes my three year old went on a tour of a water treatment plant. He loved it. He asked great questions and only didn't like one large room because it smelled funny. No not that kind of smell, but it was different.

He is fascinated by how things work. He has to feel different textures; often it was our uncooked pasta, rice, and coffee. Unfortunately this fascination often led to big messes. That was "the straw that broke our backs." We went to a family psychologist for answers.

By this time I was aware of Asperger's and other mom's that I was a friend too had children "on the spectrum". Some of their children were labeled autistic, some high functioning autistic and some were asperger's. Each one was a unique snowflake. Autism manifests itself differently in every child. Each one is special in their own way, just like neurotypical children.

Asperger’s is what I saw in my son when I watched him. Three months later the psychologist also thought that might be the case. One more month and we had a diagnosis.