Autism: Why You Should Never Think in Limits

Almost ten years he will be. In a few days. What a milestone. Ten years ago, my son was still warm and safe in my stomach with his twin sister. A little more and I could finally see them, get to know them. Never could I have imagined what bumps would come our way, and what he would eventually teach me in life.

When my son was 7 years old, I wrote this blog . In this I explain how he developed completely 'different' from his twin sister, than other children and finally, when he was diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder, he was diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder. With intellectual disabilities. And what we did to help him as best we can.

That it would be like this blog was obviously not clear at the time. I was pretty shocked at first. In 1 blow, the earth was knocked away under our feet. The professionals who examined him did not see his future bright. Yeah, I knew it didn't work out the way you'd like for your child. I was very worried about him too, but that it would be so bad? But because he didn't talk, he wouldn't do so until two years later, and not being house-clean, it was also impossible to send him to a regular elementary school.

Actually, it's never been an option, too. We were advised to send him to a ZMLK school. Cluster 3 is also called. For Very Difficult Children. We visited the school they recommended to us, and when we first stepped in there, I had to take a moment. Until then we had been parents to twins, one of which all went a little different. But yes, they were toddlers, almost preschoolers. He didn't notice that much between peers either, he was also pretty small for his age and just seemed a bit younger. Here, stepping into that school, I was briefly pressed to the facts: our child went to a school for children with disabilities. So our child had a disability. Disability, whatever you want to call it. It feels really bad to write this down now, because I am one who accepts every human being on this earth. But for me this was an unknown world at the time. Plus, you're going through some sort of process. You say goodbye to a future you envisioned for your child. Not that I had filled it out for him, but you hope your child can develop carefree and grow into a happy and self-reliant adult. I had just heard it was just the question if my son would ever be able to save himself. I was still processing that when I walked into that school.

Acceptance