When I found out I was having a boy, I began to dream about the experiences I would share with my son. Teaching him his ABCs, fishing trips, camping, riding bikes, hearing him say "I love you mommy". I imagined raising a son who would have tons of friends, excel in school, graduate college, and grow up to become a successful adult who would make his mama proud.
Evelio was diagnosed with Autism shortly after he turned 2 years old. I had noticed some strange behaviors but it still felt like a punch in the gut. I cried and cried. We immediately started ST, PT, and OT and when he turned 3 years old he was placed into a special early childhood education program. He is now 6 years old and still functions on a 9 month to 2 year old level. He is non-verbal. He is a wanderer. He is extremely aggressive. He has bitten, scratched, kicked, and choked other students, as well as his teachers and aides. But he can be so loving at times and give hugs and kisses and smile and laugh.
I still have dreams for my son. I dream of a day when he can successfully communicate, in some way, something that he wants or needs. I dream of a day when he can play with his sister instead of avoiding her. I dream of a day when he can go outside and know not to run into the street because cars could be coming. I dream of a day when he will eat something other than chicken nuggets.
Mostly I dream of a day when he comes out of his shell and shows the world who he really is. Until that day comes, I continue to hope, and we continue to fight and he will continue to make his mama proud every single day.
Duncan, OK
