Wednesday, 29 June 2016

Autism

When I was born my parents believed right away that there was something different about me
And, whenever the midwife would carry out her routine check-ups; my parents were always there to interrogate her with a barrage of questions
However, by the time the midwife was gone; still my parents would have many unanswered questions
As well as the idea that the midwife was unable to relate or understand the bigger picture from her infrequent visits
Then again, as time passed and as my parents tried their HARDEST to accept that I was normal
On the other hand, the veracity of the situation was that the truth was a thousand miles away from normal
Because, at the very beginning when the doctors carried out their procedural developmental tests
Although, my parents only hoped for the best, it was only the worst that took place instead,  
It was the worst that took place instead as I was transferred to a developmental specialist,
I was transferred to a developmental specialist who carried out his observations and review on me several times
What’s more, is that bottles and bottle of my blood was taken out for genetic testing
All in all though, it was nothing but a waiting game, along with plenty of uncertainty for the doctors as well as my parents
And, reason being is that it took a certain degree of time and caution to advance with the process of elimination
Thus, it’s no wonder why I was made to see a developmental paediatrician, a child neurologist and also a child psychologist
And this is how I spent most of my childhood; in a hospital, rather than playing outside with other children
Then again, when it seemed like that this journey was a never ending journey; on the other hand there were some answers;
There were some small answers that gave some small hope to my parents more than me
They say that just because a child has developmental problems that doesn’t mean that he/she is autistic
Fact of the matter though, was that I WAS diagnosed as having Autism Spectrum Disorder
Moreover, I was faced with the day-to-day challenges of my symptoms in my whole adolescence
For instance, I was troubled at school and looked down on for being such a freak due to many reasons
Some of them were that I would avoid eye contact; and I was taciturn as well as not very talkative
Then again, it made no difference whether others would communicate with me or not, because at the end of the day I was unable to relate to others
What’s more, is that I had a general disinterest in most things, plus I always found myself being lonely
However, that was partly mended and fixed by being assigned a special needs teacher
Likewise, I also had unusual reactions to tastes, and this problem affected me wherever I would go,
The list of issues and dilemmas are endless, nevertheless I believe that although I didn’t have the most normal adolescence
I can say however, that although there is no cure for autism, on the other hand there are many coping mechanisms in place
There are a number of mechanisms in place, which can help lessen the burden of being autistic
And, there are many systems in place such as; sticking to a routine, on top of that there’s the handful of pills and not forgetting the strict diet
So all in all, regardless of whether some people believe that we autistics cannot fit into society
At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter whether they believe that we autistics can’t fit into society
What matters on the other hand, is that we autistics believe ourselves that we CAN fit into society
Then again, no two autism cases are the same, hence why it’s almost impossible for some autistics to fit into society
On top of that, sometimes even our own parents are unable to confront or cope with our autism
So at the end of the day I guess that autism is inscrutable, but that doesn’t take away the significance of being aware
Because the second that we become aware of autism is also the second that we’ll make progress in fighting autism

And, it will be the second that we make better lives for autistics in the near future hopefully. 

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