how do you view autism?
December 20, 2009 1:17am CST
have you come across a autistic child or do your child have autism? just want to listen to your experience with autism
• United States
21 Dec 09
My experience with Autism has been filled with happiness & sadness, but more happiness then anything. Everyday for us is a typical normal day, just like any other family with kids, we just do ours in baby steps & we take it minute by minute.. My son is almost 4 & was diagnosed with Autism right before age 2. My son is just a normal boy his age who just so happen to have problems with speech, sensory issuse, eye contact, & social skills, but you know what, he is one of a kind & everyone that meets him learns so much about Autism & they learn to undersstand that Autism isn't all that awful as some think it is...
21 Dec 09
i know...these kids are wonderful enough to teach you a thing or two about life. awareness among common people would definitely go miles to secure the support and acceptance they deserve.and its not at all difficult once we get to know them better. may god bring in each day loaded with laughter and joy for your family.
20 Dec 09
Yes,i have a son who is special child which is Autism.He is hyperactive and sometimes trumatic maybe because he is non verbal. I really love my son so much.He has almost all my attentions.He needs love and care.I bring him to a special school and it helps a lot in his development.God,Bless!
• United States
5 Dec 11
I don't have kids with autism, but I have it myself. I have HFA, high-functioning. Autism is a burden as well as a blessing. I annoy people with obsessions and I have meltdowns. I have to admit that I kicked and screamed till senior year in high school! Well, I still meltdown when things go awry, but on the inside. But I still scream and kick in my dreams. My recent dream meltdown took place in Newark, New Jersey, around the airport area. I was snapping photos of things that are interesting, especially the New Jersey Turnpike trailblazer shields (latest obsession so far). But the fat, African-American bus driver told me to put it away. I did, but asked him why. He was yelling at me for doing something, so I kicked and screamed bloody murder. The driver accused me of kicking him, even though I actually kicked the bus seat, and expelled me. For what? I just graduated high school! Then I woke up. This is proof that autism not only affects my waking life, but my dreams.