Welcome to Blackpool (Anon.)
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a neurotypicality - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous trip - to the Scottish Highlands. You do careful and detailed research into the most tranquil places and select your favourites lego sets; The Coliseum. The Millennium Falcon. The Modulars. nice. You may learn some handy building techniques. It's all very exciting.
After months of spreadsheets and planning, the day finally arrives. You pack your noise-cancelling headphones and off you go. Several hours later, the train arrives and the driver says, "Welcome to Blackpool."
"Blackpool?!?" you say. "What do you mean Blackpool?? I signed up for Scotland! I'm supposed to be in Scotland. All my life I've dreamed of going to the remotest parts of Scotland!"
But there's been a change in the track plan. They've arrived in Blackpool and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy even better quality noise-cancelling headphones. And you must learn new ways of avoiding people as you will meet whole new groups of people you would never ever want to talk to.
It's just a different place. It's faster-paced than the Highlands, with far more flashy lights and noise than Inverness. But after you've been there for a while and got over a couple of meltdowns and shutdowns and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Blackpool has libraries....and Blackpool has a train station. It even has nature reserve..
But the few good friends you know are quietly coming and going from Scotland... and they're all emailing you about what a peaceful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Scotland, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Blackpool.