Aspbergers is a developmental disorder . It makes communicating with others a daily challenge.
A look at Josiah. He is my son. He is 10 years old. When he was first diagnose many people didn't understand and surely this wasn't Josiah. I was a challenge as we could not take him to the store, go to church, he was throwing fits relentlessly. It was challenging. It seemed like there was a complete breakdown in communication. I knew something was just not right but but did not seek testing out of fear. Moreover I was afraid to talk about it. Soon a teacher came along. Together we made it a mission to help Josiah. I and the teacher made it a mission to help Josiah. Soon after he was diagnosed with Aspbergers which is on the high functioning on the Autism spectrum.
It's hard sometimes because he looks normal but he thinks differently and I forget that sometimes. He has come a long way since he has had ABA therapy a few years ago. He has come to utilize tools for effective communication that his therapist has taught him and there is no more fit throwing. Aspergers used to have a grip on our child and I can with joy say it is no longer true. He has learned to use it as a strenghth no longer as a weakness. It will always be a part of my son just as his fingerprints and DNA it is a part of his makeup and cannot be changed.
As he gets older I realize that I no longer need to be the soccer mom that I once had dreamed of. What I have seems much better, as I now yearn to hear train noises from the other room or the stories of roller coaster or Godzilla. I long for the consistensy of Josiah's stories and I often learn from him along the way. God has made him special, he is my son and I love him just the way he is.
A look at Josiah. He is my son. He is 10 years old. When he was first diagnose many people didn't understand and surely this wasn't Josiah. I was a challenge as we could not take him to the store, go to church, he was throwing fits relentlessly. It was challenging. It seemed like there was a complete breakdown in communication. I knew something was just not right but but did not seek testing out of fear. Moreover I was afraid to talk about it. Soon a teacher came along. Together we made it a mission to help Josiah. I and the teacher made it a mission to help Josiah. Soon after he was diagnosed with Aspbergers which is on the high functioning on the Autism spectrum.
It's hard sometimes because he looks normal but he thinks differently and I forget that sometimes. He has come a long way since he has had ABA therapy a few years ago. He has come to utilize tools for effective communication that his therapist has taught him and there is no more fit throwing. Aspergers used to have a grip on our child and I can with joy say it is no longer true. He has learned to use it as a strenghth no longer as a weakness. It will always be a part of my son just as his fingerprints and DNA it is a part of his makeup and cannot be changed.
As he gets older I realize that I no longer need to be the soccer mom that I once had dreamed of. What I have seems much better, as I now yearn to hear train noises from the other room or the stories of roller coaster or Godzilla. I long for the consistensy of Josiah's stories and I often learn from him along the way. God has made him special, he is my son and I love him just the way he is.
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