Once upon a time there was a brave young knight that set out into a new world he didn’t understand, a place where all new adventures were exciting and exhausting and while the his mother wished she could keep him safe in the castle she knew he had to go out and be his own man. She spent many a year trying to build him armour, but there are some weapons that penetrate more than steel. How does one make it strong enough to keep out words and judgement but soft enough to breath in air and feel the sunshine. The knight was strong and pure of soul and she knew at the dusk that he would return triumphant, but that didn’t make waving at the gate any easier. There was comfort in the rising of the sun and the rising of the stars and the knight rode high and proud until he realised that he didn’t ride alone and that his quest was of value.
It would be a lie for me to say “yes my beautiful boy with Asperger’s Autism went to school and it was all rosy” and some part of me feels like I have to honest to any other family going through the same thing. After Sally’s post, it really struck a cord with me. Weighing up what to share is a constant juggle and the more people that read, the more guarded it is. He is working really hard, but it is hard for him to sort out where he really fits in and who is a friend. There is only so much guiding and preparing for situations, but it is just going to take time.