Autism – The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

I got a message from someone who follows our Facebook page that informed me she was “unliking” the page because I was unrealistic with my views on autism. Against my better judgment, I asked what was unrealistic about my posts (because I really try to keep it real! 🙂 ) and she replied that autism isn’t the “rainbows and unicorns” that I believe it is and that a “real” mom would be praying for her children to be cured, not bragging about how far they have come.

Hmmm…… what?

I took a deep breath, counted to ten and tried to reply with kindness.

She again called me a bad mom for being proud of the kids and not just praying for a cure. She said I only shared fairy dust (she did like her pretty picture words, I’ll give her that. 🙂 ) and that her life was nothing like what I wrote about.

Yeah – and neither are my friends’ lives, lady. I tried again to be kind, as I truly believed she needed help and that God would want me to be kind.

She said that I make autism look easy and it’s not (yes – I write about good days – but I share the bad, too…. at least I thought I did). Then she made a comment about how I am ruining Mandy and Cory’s lives because Casey and Rob want to spend “too much” time with them. Unfortunately, she crossed a line. Mama Bear came out. Sorry, God – I really am – but I told her off and said she didn’t need to unlike our page as I was blocking her sorry self.

And that’s the ugly of autism. I still don’t get why she felt the need to tear us down. I mean, I know that when your life is hard, it’s hard to see others being happy, but really? Whatever, girl – move along. We don’t need your crap here. The ugly of autism is people who don’t try to see how amazing people with special needs are. It’s the judgments of people in public and who never learned it’s rude to stare and worse to make nasty comments.

When I started this blog and our Facebook page, it was simply a way for me to share our lives. I hoped that maybe, we could make someone laugh who hadn’t felt like laughing in a while or that we could help someone not feel so alone when they read that we are going through similar things. I didn’t count on the rude people (yeah – I should have… at least I can block them and Casey and Rob don’t have to hear their crap! 🙂 ).

I hoped that maybe something I tried with the kids would help another parent think of new ideas. To let people know that thinking outside the box was an awesome way to think. I wanted to connect with other autism parents so I wouldn’t feel alone at times. I wanted to let people know it’s okay to want to beg your son to go to sleep because you are so tired you just want to sit and cry.

I wanted to let people know it’s okay to be irritated when your daughter insists on tapping her socks (6 times each), her shoes (4 times, then 1 time – each!) then floor by the closet (3 times!) the hood of her coat (7, I think) the zipper of her coat (5 times, then 2 times – but only before she zips it, then it has to be tapped 2 more times – but only the first time she wears her coat that day – the tapping changes for each time she wears the coat during the day) when you are in a hurry to get out the door.

I wanted to let others know it’s okay to laugh when she jumps so her feet aren’t touching the kitchen floor when she turns the light on. And it’s okay to laugh when he fairy dances through the house. It’s okay to be tired of the same routines, of the same things over and over. It’s okay to want excitement in your life that isn’t autism related.

I try to share our good times as well as our rough days. Yes, my life is different from each one of you and what works for us may not work for you. I try not to make autism seem terrible. Some days it sucks, but not every day. Just like every other part of life.

And since my now blocked friend pointedly didn’t like me bragging about the kids… they did AWESOME at track and field last week! They were in a running race together – Casey took off and flew down the track. Rob jogged, he smiled at us as he ran by, he looked at the ceiling, he watched Casey running back to him…. and he fairy danced to the finish line. She got a blue ribbon, he got a red. She was excited – he didn’t seem to care.

They both enjoyed the basketball shoot and each got another ribbon. The noise was beginning to get to him, but he was still enjoying himself. The next slot was several activities they could choose from – and of course, he followed her wherever she went. She got a smiley face painted on her cheek – he got one on his hand (after our fiasco with the gray paint when he was the Tin Man a few years ago and the paint wouldn’t come out of his beard, he avoids paint on his face!) He was her shadow.

Yes, I am proud of them. That’s the part of the good of autism. I’m allowed to be proud of them. Everyone has abilities and talents, my blocked friend, and I can tell the world about my kids’. I do pity that you are so wrapped up in the bad, you won’t allow yourself to see the rainbows and unicorns! Maybe someday…..

If you are looking for a place to feel sorry for yourself, this isn’t the page for you. If you want to be angry all the time about your life, this isn’t for you. If you think autism is always easy, this isn’t the place for you.

If you want to find hope, laughs and new friends who understand you are happy, sad, mad, tired, exhausted, silly, and proud of your kids, welcome! We are so happy you are here!