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| Well hello there! My name is Tracy and I'm Jaden's Mom as you've guessed. LOL. I'm a single, full-time working parent here in Saskatchewan Canada! Our journey with Autism began shortly after Jaden's 3rd Birthday, thanks to some very knowledgeable people in the Daycare system here. Without them, I really do feel that Jaden wouldn't be where he is today. He's had a lot of help along the way, but it was those in the beginning that got the ball rolling! I'm eternally grateful to them. When I first heard the word Autism and my sons' name in the same sentence, I completely freaked out and lost it. Autism is NOT an ending. I look at it as an adventure. Worrysome at times yes, I won't deny that...but all in all a sheer adventure. It's taught me to look at things more through "Jaden's eyes", and to not take the little things for granted. It's the little things that just mean so much. |
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| If I could, I'd love to share two things I have come accross...in searching for support and some understanding. The first is a poem, that I really find touching. It's a gentle reminder for all us parents I think. The Misunderstood Child ~ Kathy Winters I am the child that looks healthy and fine. I was born with 10 fingers and toes. But something is different, somewhere in my mind. And what it is, nobody knows. I am the child who struggles in school, though they say that I'm perfectly smart. They tell me I'm lazy - can learn if I try - But I don't seem to know where to start. I am the child who won't wear the clothes which hurt me or bother my feet. I dread sudden noises, can't handle most smells, And tastes - there are few foods I'll eat. I am the child who can't catch the ball And runs with an awkward gait. I am the one chosen last on the team And I cringe as I stand there and wait. I am the child with whom no one will play - The one that gets bullied and teased. I try to fit in and I want to be liked, But nothing I do seems to please. I am the child who tantrums and freaks over things that seem petty and trite. You'll never know how I panic inside, When I'm lost in my anger and fright. I am the child who fidgets and squirms though I'm told to sit still and be good. Do you think that I choose to be out of control? Don't you know that I would if I could? I am the child with the broken heart though I act like I really don't care. Perhaps there's a reason God made me this way - Some message He sent me to share. For I am the child who needs to be loved and accepted and valued too. I am the child that is misunderstood, I am different - but look just like you. |
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| The second thing is this link that was emailed to me a coon's age ago. I watched this video, and man did I cry. It so reminded me of my son, and the difficulties he's overcome, as well as the difficulties he currently faces. I encourage you to take a peek at this. Just have a box of kleenex handy ;) Raising Small Souls - Animal School |
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