Each Day By: T. R. Âû
Each day I wake up like you do. I have a job and a family just like you. You look at me and see only one side of me. Its the side that I make look good. I have it all together. I bring my mom (who's in a wheelchair) and my special needs daughter to church each week. Yes, you see me patient with both. You look at me and see how organized I seem to be. I look perfect to you. But I am not perfect!
Each day I wake up like you do. I go out shopping with my daughter and mother. You see me coming, but not my mom. You look annoyed at me after running into my moms chair. You stair at my daughter because she just made a loud sound, threw something, spilled milk all over the aisle, or something else. She looks like any 11 year old.....you judge her......and move away like its contagious. Sorry, Autism isn't contagious, but your actions are.
Each day I wake up like you do. I wake up before the crack of dawn and go to bed well after everyone else are fast asleep. You see my house as clean. Little do you know that I clean it late at night. You see me as perkie, despite I didn't sleep last night. That's because I was cleaning and taking care of my sick girl.
Each day I wake up like you do. I always am happy when you see me. That's what society wants to see. Deep inside I am suffering from depression. I'll never tell you because nobody wants to hear about it. Depression isn't acceptable. Some days I wish I didn't exist..... but I keep going for my special needs daughter.
Each day I wake up like you do. I go out into a world that does not accept those who are different. I see it each and every day. There are conditions nobody can see. Therefore people judge! Autism anddepression, are just two such things. No its NOT the same for everyone. And people will judge based only on what their narrow minds will allow.
Each day I wake up like you do. You see me everyday, but you don't really know me. You are to busy to take the time. Yes its true and you know it! Don't kid yourself. That is what truly hurts me.
Each day I wake up like you do. I would love to have help with my work, but I'll never ask. I don't want anyone to know I could really use a little help. I cry at night because of that.....and many other things.
Each day I wake up like you do. You have your life and me mine. Enough said....enough I say.
Your Son may never be popular by Heather Beattie
The Chlorine Dioxide Family by Sarah Anne Bingham
Why was i plagued with this long parasite
Noises hurt my ears, the lights are too bright
I just pray my mum, will hurry, I am sick
Enema kit, she says it will make me better, quick!
I hide in my room when I want to flap
It makes my mum sad, to see me do that
My mum says I am getting there, I am on the mend
she puts me with a boy I know, she says is my friend
I don't know what they mean when they say imaginative play
Don't play with the car tyres, its the wrong way, they say
I hold my nose as I swallow the horrible tasting shot
My mum is insistent I must drink the whole lot
Say a prayer for the mother who falls for this scam
She doesn't know the consequence of what she does to her lamb
Repressing his Autism, she thinks this is good
Unaware of the poison she is pumping in his blood
She believes Autism is a manufactered disease
'The Wakefield effect", he is trapped, he needs freed
Cut up in bitterness, hatred for 'Big Pharma'
Determined to 'cure' him, nothing will calm her
I pray for the mother who's convinced she knows the answer
Doesn't see her future child with heart disease or cancer
I pray that the child doesn't end up hating her confusion
That she comes to her senses, it was just an illusion
I pray that school teachers see the light is too bright
I pray that mum calms a meltdown by holding him tight
I pray that when mum sees him spinning and flappy
she realises, and is delighted that it means he's happy
I pray that she gets help for his social skills
and doesn't force friendships, a battle of wills
I pray that she sees that the way he plays games is ok
She has an amazing autistic child, and will everyday
Excellent Video about being an Autism Parent by Joanna Marie
Your son may never be popular, he may never be very cool
may never have kids knocking on the door after school
He may never enjoy pleasure of kids just larking around
sports may never be a challenge, or a interest he has found
He may be never get excited about what Santa may bring
and the 'tooth fairy' coming may never mean a thing
He may not see the pleasure in the latest fiction book
or never see the joy in how trendy he can look
But little things he will see, and many pass us by
like the silliness of falling out and making others cry
his quirky ways, and honest thoughts, and viewing things in different ways
seeing through the falseness, pretend and not caring for a phase
See, without the complexities of relationships andfriendships that confuse
facts and figures, dates and times, true stories, real life, they never lose
So before you grieve, or feel sad for someone who doesn't pass 'the test'
Just for a minute, bin the bad points, and realise you are truly blessed