March 25, 2024
Autism in Teenage Terrain
The thing with growing tiny humans is they are always changing. Learning. Absorbing. Getting bigger.
My son Cooper is 13 years old. He wants to ride an Amtrak train more than anything. He wants to have a party with his three friends, Dexter, Peyton, and Landon. He loves going to school.
He also is autistic and technically nonspeaking on paper. But if you know him you know he has loads of words and sounds and signs and he can spell and read and even use movie scenes to tell us things. It’s unbelievable really. He even recently tlu started texting.
They told us he wouldn’t and couldn’t. And he is.
As we navigate this teenager stuff, I find the rules changing again.
Autism at age 13 is viewed differently than at age 2 or 3 or even 4.
Where I see…
Smart.
Funny.
Creative.
Unique.
Brave.
Resilient.
Others may see…
Weird.
Odd.
Scary.
An easy target.
And far worse.
We just had our first instance of teasing. That I know of I guess. Because see, he can’t tell me. I am at the mercy of adults to tell me and protect him when I cannot.
I guess, this is just a plea. A hope. An ask. Maybe even a beg…from a mom, just like you.
We are no different. I held this baby in my arms and smelled his glorious head. I watched him take his first steps. I sent him to to kindergarten.
And I guess…I just want the world to know…he’s just a boy. Autism or not. Speaking or not. He’s a boy I check on at night before bed. One who loves kids and going swimming.
So I ask…
Teach your kids about differences. Talk about them. Show. Share. Celebrate. Include.
Don’t pretend he’s not autistic. Or whisper it. Just see him.
Model kindness. Love.
He’s just a boy. He’s 13 years old. And he is loved. Just like your babies. There is no difference there.