What's not to love?

What's not to love about Autism? Truly. The endless sleepless nights. The constant fights with medical insurance companies. The really fantastic wheat free/dairy free diet! Funfilled IEP meetings! WooHoo!! I could go on and on, but I won't. The fact of the matter is, I named this blog "Loving Autism" because, well, my son has autism. Hating autism would mean hating him. Yikes. When you put it that way, it makes you re-think it.

So you're wondering why I suddenly love it? I mean not hating it is one thing, but loving it? Isn't that a bit strong?? Fortunately, due to some really nice folks I met in Massachusetts (I'll write about that in more detail another time), I really do love autism. It is becoming the biggest blessing to have ever happened to me. Bar none. Ross is who he is. He doesn't have a clue that anything is particularly different about him. He is wired a certain way and he isn't too terribly concerned how I or anybody else feels about that. It was me that had the problem.

Because of his autism, I've redefined my role as a mommy. I've put him HIGH on my list of priorities which I really wasn't truly doing before. Because of his autism, I've found a path to my own personal happiness that I didn't know existed. Because of his autism, I've opened myself up to people I never would have otherwise. It is extraordinary. It is no wonder I love autism...because I absolutely — love — him.