The Sixth Year (and moving on)
Adam is turning six this year. For me, it's rather significant in the autism-stream, because six was to mark that turning point that the doctors told us about -- if he didn't talk by six, he would always be autistic, prognosis wouldn't be good...etc., etc. Six was the cut-off year for the ABA that we never ended up using. Six was the age you were supposed to be cured of autism so you could enter school. So, for many parents, that number 6 is ominous. Too many parents work and struggle to beat the clock. We drive ourselves (and our kids) nuts, losing precious time during those toddler years, because, hey, our toddler's are not "normal," and we are irresponsible if we do not change the course.
Even the strong of heart feel the pressure sometimes, and if we are confident enough as parents to NOT care what the medical profession proclaims about autism, we still know very well the struggles of being accepted and obtaining the best education possible for our children.
Well, six has now arrived. We were told by ABA advocates "he may be a cute little picsher now, but just you wait... that hand-flapping won't be so cute when he gets older." I know, I've been hard on you ABA folks. It's just that I think you've been very hard on our kids. Who the heck cares about hand-flapping when we should all care about having our kids included in our communities? I think we all have a much more important agenda to be working on.
Six is coming and going, and for many of you, it has come and gone. I have shown a few birthdays in the following video. Just like many of you, we have struggled with ideas, perhaps struggled more so in ignoring the fear and trying to let it go for Adam's sake. We worked so that not every toddler year was wasted with worry. Six is arriving on April 11. I may not be able to write for a while due to some other reasons which I won't go into now, so I thought just in case I couldn't write this blog post, I would write it today.
Happy birthday to my dearest dearest Adam -- my son, my "boo-boo-bear," and my reason for being (peshaw Elizabeth Gilbert of Eat Pray Love -- my reason for being is my son AND I am educated and have traveled and lived abroad-- I read your book because my son said I was reading too many sad ones, and it did make me happy, by the way).
I think our little autistic people have so much to teach us. Adam is talking a little more now, he is typing and there is more to come. There is great life beyond the age of six and we've had some great years before it too.