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Krazychic

Autism

Kali's funny pic prompted me to post this experience.  I hope you can all get a glimpse of how my life and many others is directed by that of a child on the spectrum.  In my case x 2.

 

A day in the life of me - not all points but a fair swag of them.

 

I Stand Quietly

I stand quietly while you do somersaults on the bed as you aren’t being naughty, you are just trying to get your out of sync body under control.

 

I stand quietly by the toilet door every time you need to go, and come with you around the house, and sometimes even just across the room, because I know you can feel truly frightened when you are not near me.

 

I stand quietly at the supermarket checkout while everyone stares at you barking like a dog and blowing raspberries on my arms to cope with the buzzing lights.

 

I stand quietly while you tell the baffled shop owner that you are looking for shoes that feel hard like splintered wood because your skin can’t bear soft things.

 

I stand quietly when the attendant gives us scornful looks when I ask for the key to the disabled toilet because the hand dryer noise is too overwhelming for you.

 

I stand quietly while the nice old lady who lives over the street tells me you wouldn’t be like this if you had siblings.

 

I stand quietly watching the part-cooked dinner flush down the toilet as the smell was becoming too strong for you to bear.

 

I stand quietly as you diligently brush your teeth even though it feels like the toothpaste is burning you.

 

I sit quietly while you scream at me, trying to control the panic you feel because I gently touched your head when brushing your hair.

 

I sit quietly while the teacher tells me she knows about autism and that you are not autistic and asks if I would benefit from some parenting classes.

 

I sit quietly while the GP, the occupational therapist and the pediatrician agree how bad it is but say that there are no resources to support us further.

 

I sit quietly while you cry because your friends say you can’t play with them any more because you tried to change the rules once too often, even though it was only so you could cope.

 

I sit quietly watching you desperately try on countless items of clothing, searching your cupboards, feeling the textures, knowing that we will have to cancel your beloved horse riding lesson again because they all feel too bad to wear.

 

I sit quietly as you explain to me that you can go to no more birthday parties and no more clubs as people are just too scary when they are excited.

I sit quietly when my family tell me that you will grow out of it, you just need more routine and earlier bed times.

 

I sit quietly and rack my brains for something for you to eat as everything you try today makes you gag and wretch until your eyes stream with tears.

I sit quietly when an old friend suggests I would be better off putting you on the naughty step and taking away a beloved toy.

 

I sit quietly all night whilst you sleep on the cold wooden floor with your head on my leg as you are really poorly but the warm softness of the bed that should be a comfort is making you feel worse.

 

I sit quietly while you try to regain some kind of control over your body in a meltdown, scared and sobbing and writhing about, hitting yourself harder and harder and begging me to hit you as hard as I can too.

 

I lay quietly with my back to you as my smell makes you feel sick and although we both desperately want and need to cuddle, you can’t bear to.

 

I lay quietly beside you when you tell me that you are the wrong sort of special and the wrong sort of different and you want to die.

 

https://dirtynakedandhappy.wordpress.com/2015/03/03/i-stand-quietly-istandquietly/

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Reading this helps you understand that no, these children aren't just being brats or acting out and that they want nothing more in this world than to be able to have the same life as other children.

Seeing what their parents go through to make as normal a life as possible for both their children and themselves should inspire you admire and respect them and to ask yourself if you could do the same for even a day, let alone day after day for years.

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I lay quietly beside you when you tell me that you are the wrong sort of special and the wrong sort of different and you want to die.

Too close to home man, too close.

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