I’m sorry for the silence. I’ve been meaning to write for a while, but I have been unsure what to say and how to say it. And who finds the time these days? Life is very full. Ours is full of our two blonde boys, work and house renovations. We squeeze in playdates on the beach during the weekends…then there is laundry, cat trays, and the constant need to clean up the mess that our daily lives create.
But there is something that I have been wanting to talk about, and that is Oliver, Oscar’s little brother.
They say that a sibling to a child with ASD has 19% greater risk of receiving the same diagnosis themselves. And I think this is something all parents with kids who have SEN worries about, that their younger child will also have difficulties. But you know, how unlucky can you get? Surely we wouldn’t be that unlucky?
Well, life isn’t fair. Oliver has not received a formal diagnosis of autism, but we are pretty sure that he will on the day when he gets formally assessed. If you had asked me a year ago how I felt about it, I would have cried and told you that I could not handle it, that I could not be that mum whose children were both autistic.
But there we go. My husband and I seem to make beautiful neurodiverse babies and I’ve reached a point where I can say that I’m ok with it. Some days are harder than others but most days are okay. We’ve created a beautiful little bubble of local parents to autie kids, they are our new normal. We talk and watch our children play. We meet up in suitable places where our children are safe. We guide them along the way and keep them safe and offer each other a helping hand.
We may never know that life that we thought we were going to live as parents. But what we have now is pretty special too.
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