I'm back from the Easter break and ready to mark
what has been a huge milestone for my family.
Yesterday was the fifth anniversary of learning formally
that The Boy Child has autism.
I wrote a blog post back then and, having re-read it just now,
I find that I was far too cocky in my assumption that
autism is just a word.
It is so much more than I first realised.
Autism affects every corner of our lives and we're still learning to live
with this unwelcome and unwanted intrusion into our family and home.
The biggest thing I've learned is that autism, while ever present,
comes in peaks and troughs.
It ebbs and flows.
Some days are easier then others,
some days are harder than I ever could have imagined.
Some things for The Boy Child are easier.
Some things for The Boy Child are definitely harder.
The Brainy One and I attended the dreaded annual Statement Review meeting
before the Easter holidays and learned that things were worse than we'd been lead to believe.
Later this year, we have to apply for the Secondary school we'd like The Boy Child
to attend from September 2018 and I desperately miss the wise counsel of this lady.
The next few months are set to be challenging, but surely not as difficult as the last five years.
Wish us luck,