Super A

A series of soliloquies, dialogues and conversations dedicated to my son.

Pedia:          I would like for you to see a specialist. I think your child may be autistic.

Hannds-

On-

Mama:          Say what? (tears almost immediately welled in my eyes and as hard as I tried to stop myself from crying, I burst into tears)

[My son was on another table busily arranging medicine boxes in a row, which I thought to be a display of advanced skills]

Pedia:          He exhibits behavior typical of a child in the spectrum

HOM:           (Spectrum? Like a color spectrum…?) I’m sorry Doc (helping myself with a box of tissue she automatically handed to me even before I asked)

Pedia:          You need to see a specialist. I can recommend one for you. You may also want to visit therapy centers. The earlier the intervention, the better the chance for your child to live close to normal.

[Please Lord, this can’t be…]

HOM:          Ok Doc. Thanks. (How can I stop crying… smile – breathe in, breathe out… Why – why is this happening? Why my son?…)

[When I reached the car with my son and the help, I was still crying for another 10 minutes. My son, oblivious to my emotional breakdown… the help, more oblivious.]

It took me 7 years of going through several downward spirals of wretched breakdowns to realize that I was given a very special gift and one of the chosen few to celebrate this gift. My son taught me to become the mother I could never have been and in so many ways continues to help me become the person I strive to be. 

                        To AJ, my Super hero!