So here it is

Intro to Us

The day I officially became a fully paid up member of the mummy club was one of the happiest of my life. I revelled in doing the very best for my son. I imagined his future with glittering success, numerous friends and no complications. I was wrong. Now his future is filled with doubt, worry and a horrible fear of the unknown. All because of one word. AUTISM. It noticeably took a hold of my son when he was 18 months old. Before that there were issues but nothing I couldn't.t handle. I just believed he marched to his own beat. He was advanced for his age and I admit that I would almost gloat about how much he could do compared to other kids. Then a switch was flipped without warning. He went from being able to feed himself and eat all most everything to being unable to hold a spoon and only eating porridge, toast and chips ( the same to date). Whilst I had my suspicions, they weren't confirmed until after his second birthday. I was pregnant with the princess and was told that the Superhero needed to be assessed by the Early Intervention Team. It didn't matter that I was already concerned about him, that I knew he needed help. It still hurt that I was being told that there was something wrong with my baby. I went into shock mode and the next few months passed in a blur. By June I had the first assessment where acronyms such as ASD and SPD where talked about. Speech and Language therapy was organised as was Occupational therapy. A psychologist had to visit to see him play, a dozen questionnaires were filled in, doctors and dietitians were seen and eventually we had a ream of paper, reports etc that all stated the same thing. My Superhero had Autism. And so began a new way of life, of visual schedules, body brushing, sensory therapy, ABA pre-schools and the isolation that comes with it all. Oh Joy.