This is probably the wrong place to post this but my head is whirling and I just need a safe space to get these thoughts out.
I don’t want to offend/upset but I am just going to speak unfiltered/uncensored because I cant speak this freely in real life and I really need to get these thoughts out of my mind.
My gorgeous girl is 2 years old and it’s becoming more and more obvious that she’s autistic. My friend actually suggested she was when she was around 10 months old and flapping/rocking a lot but everyone reassured me that it’s normal infant behaviour they tend to grow out of.
My dd was delayed in many areas of gross motor skills, didn’t crawl until around 14 months or walk until 2 but she was okay in other areas. Shes been referred to peads and is under a consultant for the delays but I was hopeful that things would ‘get better’ and she would catch up. But as time has gone on it’s become undeniable she has autism.
She has meltdowns in public when overstimulated, stims and has little interest in other children. Watching her at playgroups and she’s on the outside on everything.
She is so loved by me, her dad and our families. I want the very best for her which is why it breaks my heart.
I have so many questions that no one can answer and only time will tell.
I know it’s not politically correct terminology but will she be high functioning or low functioning with a learning disability? How can I tell?! By when will I know?!
I work in adult services and a professional and I know what awaits her if she has learning disabilities and autism after me and her dad have gone and it’s awful. There is no protection and it doesn’t matter if she had millions in the bank for private care if there is no loving parent to manage/oversee it.
If she’s high functioning then I know she can lead an independent life and I can dedicate my life to ensuring she has the skills and coping strategies so she can go out into the world on her own feet.
I have some friends who have autism. They are professional, capable adults with partners and careers and mortgages etc. They have struggled of course but they can live independently and have a ‘normal’ life. Will this be my daughter?
Then I have my service users and my lovely younger brother whom my parents adopted who have autism and learning disabilities. They are at the whim of others. The ones without families or parents have passed are then at the mercy of the state and whatever government is in at the time. Will this be my daughter?
The not knowing is so painful. I can’t get to the stage of acceptance and planning when I have no idea what I’ll be working with or what to hope for.
Will she be in a special school thriving or in a mainstream school achieving qualifications whilst struggling socially?
Then I look around me and go to play groups and have met so many other mums with children with SEN and ND. Like literally every group at least 1 other mother has a child with ND/SEN either at the group or older and in school. So then I ask myself WTF is going on?! Why are there now so many of us?! Yes awareness is now there but c’mon! This common?! Really? At this rate then how can it be neurodivergent when a lot of the population are divergent? Then surely there’s no longer ‘nureotypical’ anymore as being divergent isn’t rare? Like wtf is going on? Why is this happening to our children? Why so many?
But that also makes me very hopeful as then the world will become more adapted for my DD and others like her and their life changes will be much improved.
There is no one on either mine or DPs side with SEN/ND. So how did it happen?
Was it the medication I was on in pregnancy? Why us? But then the spiritual/ philosophical side of me thinks maybe we were chosen to be her parents because of who we are. My parents adopted my younger brother with autism and LD when I was a teenager. So I learned so much about it and ended up in a specialist role for adults with needs. My whole profession and university education is based around that. Me and DP are a very stable and reliable couple with great team work. In a way perfect for a child with needs. Maybe this was suppose to happen as the universe knew we were somewhat equipped to deal with it?
I have no idea. We may never get answers.
It’s the ‘not knowing’ that kills me. Sometimes I think my DD will be fine and thrive. Then other times I hold her as she has a meltdown in public and I lose all hope.
I’m sorry for this rambling post probably full of typos and making little sense. I’m just thinking out loud as few so ungrounded at the moment about it all.