I know that grief and mourning are usually words only associated with the loss of someone who has died but I went through a grieving process when I came to terms with having a child diagnosed with autism. In the initial months after Jesse’s diagnosis I was emotionally up and down like a yo-yo. I embraced wholeheartedly the new path we were to travel but I grieved for the mum I had planned to be. I grieved for the loss of the expectations and dreams I had for Jesse. I grieved for the loss of special milestones that parents of neuro typical children get to experience. And, as Jesse gets older I grieve for the emotional and mental connection that I imagined I would have with my son at this age.
Every child wander’s and every parent has had that moment of panic in a shopping centre or playground when they lose sight of their child. Having a child with autism makes these times a little more frequent and a lot more scarier. This has been more prevalent lately with multiple news stories around the world reporting autistic boys wandering off, getting lost for days and even tragically dying. As soon as Jesse could walk he was wandering.