Having a son with autism allows me to have some days where....I feel like Hudson. Game over man, GAME OVER! I could look at my husband and say, " I hate to rain on your parade man, but we just got our asses kicked!"
And some days, I'm more like Ripley. An advocate through the nightmares. A strong intelligent selfless being ready to do whatever needs done.
While I have no desire to wake up after 57 years of hypersleep, a sole survivor....only to return to a planetoid in hopes of saving a terraforming colony from scary aliens with concentrated acid for blood...............I had no desire to view autism as anything other than a hereditary disorder that would never affect any of MY children, in a state that doesn't recognize autism as a treatable condition, with very little resources across the county and state, all the while understanding the dyer need for the earliest intervention possible.
Most days, I feel like a Ripley. But sometimes, in the middle of the day....at any given moment.....I can revert to a Hudson mentality......recognizing that some days....I'm just getting my ass kicked.
