Happy World Autism Day. A day so very close to my heart. I was once like many. I was scared of autism. I was scared of potentially one day having an autistic child. I hoped and prayed that when we eventually had kids, that none of them would be autistic. Oh how naive I was.

Autism isn’t something to be scared of. It isn’t something to worry about if your child is autistic. Autism can be a beautiful gift. A blessing. It is just a different brain and that’s not a bad thing.

I remember looking at my beautiful baby boy who, at 6 weeks old, still wouldn’t hold eye contact with me like other babies would with their parents. I remember the flapping hands as he would lie on his back looking at the world around him – this is called stimming. My teeny, tiny, little baby. I saw the early signs. I documented anything I saw. And slowly, we had a 3 page list of autistic traits by the time he was a year and a half. (It’s important to note that almost everyone has some traits that are autistic traits, this doesn’t equate to being autistic.)

I had worked on eye contact with him from the very beginning. When he would enter a doctors appointment he would look at the doctor as I had taught him to do with people. But it was never quality. Eye contact does not equal quality. Doctors would comment about how he couldn’t be on autistic because he’s got eye contact. Oh if only they knew more.

I’ve always had such a keen interest and passion for children and adults with disabilities and special/additional needs. I’ve had many interactions with children who are autistic. And I’ve loved each of them dearly. Their love of life and uniqueness is something to love and embrace. Not to be scared of.

We went on the long waitlist for my boy to be officially assessed for autism. That list was a long wait. A year! In the meantime I took him to be tested privately (they can’t give an official diagnosis or a level number) and it turned out he was very highly likely to be autistic. No surprise.

We did lots of work with him, he saw community speech, but we were already doing everything she suggested (bonus in having an early childhood degree – we did a lot of study into children with additional needs). We finally got some OT for him (massive waitlists there too) and psychology too (even longer waitlist).

The week before I was due to have the twins, it was finally his official assessment time at the hospital. I got us ready early because I know anything can set him off and then getting in the car can turn into what feels like world war three, well almost. And unfortunately on this morning that is exactly what happened. I gave us an hour and a half extra in case this happened. And it did. It took that long for him to get into his car seat and be clipped up. It wasn’t a tantrum. It was a meltdown. It was a change in his regular routine. And for the first time ever with his meltdowns, I ended up bawling my eyes out.

We were, in the end, half an hour late to his appointment. Not because we weren’t ready in time (we were set to be there an hour and a half early as I said before) but because we couldn’t leave to get there.

That assessment took about 4 hours to complete. It involved extensive reports from other health professionals who had been working with him, multiple assessments done there at the hospital by the paediatrician, the OT, the Speechie, the psychologist and the social worker. It was all filmed too, and students on their Prac placement at the hospital were watching from behind a screen so they could learn. And multiple questions to me. It was long. Draining. Hard. But so worth it.

I guess I went there knowing the answer but hoping I was going to get a different one, again because I was feeling the pressure of society to fit in. I don’t know why. I guess life is hard enough without having additional needs.

The team had their discussions away from us after all of the assessments and when they returned, we were still in the assessment room. We had been allowed to go away for a bit, but my boy wouldn’t leave the safety of the room that he was now comfortable in.

The team delivered the news. Yes, our concerns were grounded in reality. Our little boy, almost 3 years old (at the time) is autistic. Level 2 Autism. That is quite a significant diagnosis/level requiring significant intervention for him. Lifelong.

My head began to spin in a wilderness of relief and realisation. Relief that finally my boy can gain access to regular early intervention which he so desperately needed (he was still mostly non-speaking at this stage). And the realisation that this is him. The rest of his life he will be finding ways to fit in and blend in, in a world that is scared of autistic people. I realised my boy might be treated differently. That people may not give him the time and love that he needs because he is different to other children. He had already been through so much with his spina bifida and spinal surgery when he was just one year old. Now this.

But you know what? He’s now almost a year post official diagnosis and he’s THRIVING!!! He does need to be taught many social things explicitly so that he can understand his peers. Life is a constant juggling act to try to avoid most triggers while allowing him to have some so that he can learn coping strategies with us supporting him as he does this.

And he has taught me so much. Autism is not something to fear. It is beautiful. The way he sees the world is refreshing. The way he problem solves things is amazing. I’m learning all of the time from my miracle little boy. He gives me so many laughs. He is absolutely hilarious. Such a character and everywhere he goes, he turns heads. He is perfect as he is.

Yes autism, is a neurological condition and therefore is challenging for my boy and for us to navigate the world through his eyes. But I wouldn’t change things. It is what makes him extra special. Extra amazing. Extraordinary!!!

This time last year he wasn’t speaking. He was still signing for communication. Now, he’s come so far. We can actually have conversations with each other. It brings tears to my eyes. I am beyond proud of him and I know he will use his brain to bring so much awareness, understanding and love for people who are autistic.

Autism is not something to fear. It is not something to worry about. It is a unique way of seeing the world. It is real. Authentic. Beautiful.

I saw an interview today with a boy and his mother. The boy is autistic. During the interview the boy yawned as things were getting boring for him. I smiled and let out a big laugh. I love this. I love that autistic kids (not everyone) often don’t innately have the social awareness of what would be considered appropriate. I love that they don’t hide behind masks but that they are real, what you see is what you get.

If you ask my boy if he’d like to hug his (mum, dad, grandparent, friend etc) and he doesn’t want to, he replies “no” and carries on doing whatever he’s doing. Love the rawness and truth. He tells you life how he sees it. If he gives you a hug, it’s real. If he tells you he loves you, he means it. And often he finds such unique ways, far beyond his years, of solving a problem or challenge.

So on this World Autism Day, I hope you find so much love for these special, unique and incredible humans who we need so much in our lives. They will be the ones that fill in the gaps that neurotypical people can’t. All neurodiversity needs to be celebrated (that’s all brains). Because when you do, you create a world where my beautiful boy will be loved, supported and be able to reach his full potential.