A little over a year ago, I made the decision to share our journey with autism. I have chosen to speak freely and leave no page unturned. I figured, if I was going to do this, I had better go all in and let our journey be available for others. I wanted to answer the hard-to-ask questions. I wanted to open the door for wisdom and guidance from the autism moms that have been kicking ass long before me. I wanted to shine a light on every nook and cranny of our life and provide some knowledge for friends and family. I wanted people to see my beautiful boy, the way I could. I wanted understanding. I wanted compassion. I wanted unity. I wanted kindness.
I got it all, and then some.
The past year, has brought more love and generosity than I ever could have imagined. I have had long lost friends come out of nowhere, just to reconnect. I have had people surprise me with special gifts that show their autism support. I have yet to figure out who sent me a book about autism a couple months ago. I just want you all to know, I truly appreciate you. I love that when you see some unbelievable act of kindness, or a heartwarming story about a child with special needs….you tag me. (Seriously, I LOVE that!!!) I love the random texts that give me a confidence boost on days I really need it. I love waking up to an email or message from a complete stranger (or friend!) giving me words of encouragement and admiration. To take the time out of your day, just to make this mama feel loved….it means the world. I have to admit, I still don’t know how to process the unexpected gifts though. That one just blows my mind. Why someone is willing to use their hard earned money on Dawson or myself…it’s really hard to find words that can amount to the gratitude we have. Thank you, so much. It’s an overwhelming feeling to know just how many people care about my son. It’s a feeling I’m not sure I will ever get used to….but one I truly love.
Ive done a lot of thinking about this lately….and I realized, I’ve never been in your shoes. Not really. I do have an adult family member with very high functioning autism. We grew up together and from what I remember, things were hard on him….but he was nowhere near the part of the spectrum Dawson lands on. So, I’ve never really seen autism (or the struggles) from the outside looking in. I can only imagine what that might feel like. I sometimes wonder if people feel sorry for us? Maybe they feel a sense of helplessness? I often wonder if people think we use autism for an excuse. Or if I talk about it too much? Do people think I love my son more than my daughter, or vice versa? I’m not sure. One thing I can definitely tell, the majority of people who follow our journey are grateful to know Dawson and thank me for sharing his journey. So, I must be doing something right.
Honestly, the biggest reason I chose to start this blog was to keep all things autism here. On this link. My plan was to make this a way to keep those who were interested in Dawson’s journey up-to-date, without annoying anybody else with all the details of autism. I wanted to keep autism separate from everything else in my life. Immediately after starting this blog, I realized a couple things. The first being, a lot more people cared about my son than I had anticipated. The second….why did I feel the need to keep autism secluded to just this blog? And in what land could I have thought that autism and our everyday life wouldn’t collide? Foolish. Above all else though, why keep it contained to only those who want to follow Dawson’s journey? Autism wasn’t a choice for us. It happened and we are blazing trail better than I imagined we could. So, if I can educate myself about autism and become a better mom because of it…why not get a little more ambitious? Why not spread that knowledge to as many people as I can and truly make a difference?
Thank you all for helping me do just that…I am forever grateful to have you in our corner. Keep sharing those heartwarming videos. Keep following Dawson’s journey. Keep asking all the questions and educating others with what you have learned….whether they like it or not.
Awareness equals acceptance.