I don’t think I have ever accepted Elliot’s diagnosis of Autism. I know I talk about it openly all the time, but I know in my heart that I really haven’t accepted it. I just keep hoping it was a misdiagnosis and he’ll wake up one day and he’ll be “normal,” whatever that means. But, in these past months, he has been regressing in his behavior and going back to his rituals and reactionary play.
Because I haven’t fully come to terms with it, I’ve been a horrible mom, or at least not the mom that I could be to him or the mom he deserves. I’ve been putting things off, procrastinating, pretty much ignoring the problem. My days just consist of making it through the day with him that I haven’t been able to think clearly or get things done that need to be done.
There are also other distractions in my life, good ones and not so good ones. I need to balance all of these so I can be the mom that Elliot deserves.