Autism lives at our house

There has been no argument.

There have been no cross words.

There is an increasing distance.

There is longer between phone calls, longer between “catch ups”.

There is an increasing sense of awkwardness, especially when children are discussed.

Most telling, there is an increasing feeling of disconnection when autism is spoken about.

It hurts. It hurts a lot.

But I cannot change my reality. Autism lives at our house. I will not shrink from it. I am proud of who the Batsman is and proud of who he will become.

For obvious reasons, I am unable to go into a lot of detail here. Suffice to say, I have a longstanding friendship that I think may not survive our autism journey. The more I talk with other families who live with autism, the more I realise that this experience is common.

Has it happened to you? What did you do about it?

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