OP,please read my whole post: I don't mean this in a "judgemental" way, but in an "I've been there" way. I'm glad that you're being honest about your feelings, but the mental place you're in isn't healthy. I really think you'd benefit from sorting things out with a professional. I think sometimes it's hard to remember that our kids didn't choose this, and they're not acting the way they do out of any malicious intent. They're honestly not trying to tick us off or make our lives miserable. It's not personal or directed at us, even though it certainly feels like it when you're restraining 50 lbs of biting, kicking, screaming 8 year old. They didn't ask to be here, and they certainly didn't ask to be born "different."
There is a grieving process involved with finding out any child has a disability. You grieve the "perfect" child they're not, all the things you don't think they'll ever do, all the family experiences you don't think you'll ever have. But the thing is, once you can let all that go, you'll be surprised by all the amazing things our kids CAN do. And the amazing tenacity they show, even when everything is so much harder.
Now that my kids are getting older, I can honestly say I hate autism. And to be completely honest, I wish my daughter didn't have it. Or any of her other disabilities. But without them, she wouldn't be "her". I'm slowly learning to look at her autism as more of a unique perspective, and trying to see the strengths she has because of it. To see humor, and giftedness, where once I could only see the defecit.
It is different than you expected. And it always will be; but someday you'll realize that that's ok. It will be part of the tapestry of your life, and add colors and shades that you couldn't have imagined.
In case you haven't read this, I'm copying in the poem "welcome to Holland" I think it encapsulates so much of what I'm trying- and probably failing- to say.
WELCOME TO HOLLAND
by
Emily Perl Kingsley.
c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.
