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sezzami
@sezzami.bsky.social
Loud introvert.
I guess what I am trying to get at here is different does not mean less, it does not mean broken.
September 23, 2025 at 9:29 PM
Sure, life would be easier if there was a “magic pill” he could take that would make things “all better”. But better for whom?
September 23, 2025 at 9:24 PM
I realize now that autism is WHO HE IS. He would not be who he is without having had to struggle.
September 23, 2025 at 9:23 PM
I spent so much time wishing this didn’t “happen” to him, wishing he could be “normal”, wishing he didn’t have to struggle.
September 23, 2025 at 9:22 PM
And I felt guilt. I felt defeated. I felt pity for myself, and for my son. It wasn’t fair. Why? Why me? Why him? Why us?
September 23, 2025 at 9:19 PM
He was explosive, out of control and a danger to others. Placing him out of the home didn’t come easy.
September 23, 2025 at 9:16 PM
They would get him stable, then discharge. Behaviors would come back. He would get admitted again.
September 23, 2025 at 9:15 PM
He spent more time in treatment than out of treatment facilities during his teens.
September 23, 2025 at 9:15 PM
Down the medication road we began. The behaviors intensified during his teenage years. Medications were changed. Inpatient and residential treatments commenced.
September 23, 2025 at 9:14 PM
He was around 6/7 when negative behaviors started. He acted out, became aggressive. Medication was recommended.
September 23, 2025 at 9:13 PM
Nothing helped. Nothing took away the thing that stole my son from me.
September 23, 2025 at 9:12 PM
I tried high dose vitamin supplements. Then came gluten and casein free diets, no artificial food dyes, no preservatives, etc, etc.
September 23, 2025 at 9:11 PM
I jumped head first into the rabbit hole of “treatments” and “cures”. I attended presentations and joined support groups. I read countless books.
September 23, 2025 at 9:09 PM
I struggled with the diagnosis initially. I played “what if” scenarios in my head over and over again. I grieved for my son; for the shattered dreams and things he wouldn’t experience. And I had guilt.
September 23, 2025 at 9:08 PM
As an autism mom, I have never wanted anything less than for my son to reach his full potential.
September 23, 2025 at 9:05 PM
I mean, I get it. I really do.
September 23, 2025 at 9:05 PM