How Come

How come if I would've done invasive and scientifically unproven "treatments" like chelation the minute Moosie was diagnosed with autism, people would say--now that he's communicating in 4-5 word utterances--"Hallelujah! He's cured!" But because I didn't do anything whacko, but rather therapy specific to his needs (and not hours of it), pushed for him to NOT be in a nonverbal classroom, accommodated him as needed, and played with him, read to him, went to parks and playgrounds etc. and offered him a little boy's life--since he is doing so well--people say he definitely doesn't have autism and never did.

How come the people who told me that Moosie was like any other 2 year old (and then 3 year old) and didn't need therapy are now telling me that his progress "is amazing" now that he is 4 years old? (Of course these are the same people that tell him he needs to keep his feet still when he is doing his happy dance.)

How come people force you to analyze and point out your child's weaknesses and deficits just so you can get him the assistance and understanding he needs to succeed?

How come I care? Because people won't give Moosie modifications/accommodations as he grows and develops at his own pace (e.g., let him chew on gum or hold an object while in circle time or not be potty trained at 4) unless there is a reason. Otherwise it is the child being obstinate or manipulating, or more likely it's just bad parenting.

But luckily, when the lights are low, and sleepy eyes call to me for nite nite kisses, I see a warm snuggled body full of hope, love, trust, faith, and happiness that reminds me that even when the world sends me mixed messages, I'm on the right path.