Helping me find hope

My son was diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome in June 2010.

I can still feel the blow to my stomach, the sick blocking my throat and the wall of tears that I had to contain until I got home and the kids were asleep. That night, I wailed silently. The next day I contained myself and went out to face life.

On the inside I carried my devastated self. On the outside, I carried on. I joined Tony Humphrey’s Parent Mentoring class in September 2010 and will graduate this year. I could not have survived if he had been as “unhelpful” as some people have said this week. I found compassion, understanding and unconditional support. But most of all, I found hope. When I stand inside the ASD box, when I read those books and their research I find no hope.