I have a monster in my home and I hate it. I very rarely use the term “hate” to describe anything but I HATE this monster. It’s name is Autism.
Autism is here in our home every day, but mostly it blends into the woodwork and I rarely see it’s ugly head. This weekend it has held us hostage. This weekend it took control of our home and it is taking everything I have to win the battle – ownership of my home and my family.
Not only has this monster taken over my son but it also slithered it’s way between my husband and I temporarily. The monster is very sneaky that way. Since we were first introduced to the monster I have had great success keeping it at bay. Every once in a while however, I become complacent and tend to forget about it. When I do it surprises me with a guest appearance. For the most part it inflicts no harm; it is constantly lurking but we have learned to deal with it’s little idiosyncrasies and have adapted our lives so the monster does not control us. Normally, we can control the monster.
Until the monster entered our world I never thought about it. I’m not scared of the monster, I’m not intimidated by the monster and I will not let the monster take over my home or my family. When the monster moved into our world I didn’t even know anyone living with the same monster so I could get some advice or words of wisdom. Sure, there was a monster group but the people in that group seemed afraid of the monster and seemed to let the monster rule their lives. I didn’t agree with that. It was still my home and if the monster was coming into my home it was still going to play by my rules. Ultimately, I do have a say in how this monster affects our lives. Yes, we have to make a few changes to accommodate this monster, but basic day to day dealings will not be affected. Because we have a monster living with us cannot and will not be an excuse for any of us. This monster may impede us momentarily but the longer the monster is here the more we are all learning how to live with it instead of against it.
Makes me wonder how it got smarter than us this weekend, though? Maybe smarter isn’t the right word. I think the monster got scared. I think life has been going on so wonderfully that the monster was getting worried that we’d forget about it. It came through with a vengeance and we almost let it win. Almost. The monster succeeded in reminding us that it is still there, but that’s all it succeeded at. The monster didn’t win this fight, the monster didn’t take control of our home or anyone in it. I rose above the monster and put our family back in order. I will not let the monster win. I will not let the monster divide this family and I will not let the monster ever put us through a weekend like it did this weekend. It almost won that round. Almost. A good effort was shown, but in the end we prevailed.
The monster has been put back in its place.
Until next time…