This past Tuesday I went to my monthly support group meeting for parents of children with autism. I enjoy going. As well as the networking component, I get out of the house and don’t have to worry about bedtime for a night.
I think of how we all rubbed our pregnant bellies. Decorated nurseries. Chose the perfect name for our babies. Brought them home to begin a new life together.
Then we had the rug pulled from under us. We all somehow, somewhat, regained our footing and were able to move forward and do what our kids need us to do.
We met a new group friends we never thought we’d meet. It’s where we can laugh, cry, discuss, debate, collaborate – all without judgement. A safe place.
There is such a lack of funding, support and programs now. How are our children going to be supported as adults? There is going to be an unprecedented number of adults with autism requiring services now that autism is reaching (has reached?) epidemic proportions.
The thought of what lies ahead as a parent of an adult with autism – I just can’t go there.