First of all thank you for reading.
I have a dd(4)who is more than likely on that very broad and varied autistic spectrum and each time I think i've got my head around the probability I lose it again and I go into mourning mode. I wish I could just snap out of it and pull myself together. But like dd doesn't have the tools to do certain things, I don't seem to have the tool to just move on and accept it.
I've had my concerns about dd for a long time now but it was the classic situation of family members and hv's saying that she was just behind and that she'll catch up etc. Pre school showed their concerns and she has recently started foundation class at school. This is going ok. We have a home/school book as she has had a few tantrums and sometimes been very defiant, but never the less, it's going better than originally assumed.
You're probably wondering why i'm feeling so low if things are going better than originally though. Well, dd seems to have becoming more aggitated at home and her tantrums, although much shorter, are much more intense and for completely bizarre reasons(to me anyway).
I don't want to dwell too much on her behaviour as much as my feelings. I can't get over the fact that i've essentially lost a daughter that I assumed I had. I try to get things sorted in my head and then I just think "will we ever go out for coffee and talk about boys when she's a teenager?......will she have any friends atall?will she get married, or have a job?" The second these questions come into my head I burst into tears and I feel like i've been hurtled back to square one again. I can't bare to think that this is just going to be a constant life long struggle for all of us. I can't stand the thought of people making fun of her and laughing at her disabilites, which thankfully at the minute she is blissfully unaware of. I see them though and it's like someone has just shot an arrow through my chest everytime.
Everyone always said it would get better, but the older she gets the more apparent things are become, so therefore does this not mean it gets harder?
Any words or comfort or experiences would be greatly appreciated.
I'm sorry if I have rambled on, but was really struggeling to cope.
Thanks again.