Cant believe C is 19. Where have all those years gone? I don’t feel old enough to have a 19 year old!!
Its very hard to know what to give autistic children for their birthday, unless they have a passion or an obsession with something and C has neither.
So as I make rugs, I have made a couple for him. One for his room at school and one for home. They make great protective wall coverings for head bangers!
In these last 19 years C has taught me so much and I hope through this blog we are giving people a better understanding and tolerance of autism. I certainly have had a lovely response from people here and I thank you all.
I miss him so much and especially on his birthday. He doesn’t have a concept of birthday so I haven’t gone to visit him as he would be too confused (he would think I am there to take him home) and obviously I don’t want to upset him. I will speak to him later on the phone hopefully!
Here is a poem I wrote some years ago, but it still stands.
I miss your smiley face
I miss your squeaky sounds
I miss your cheeky grin
And I miss the way you bound.
I miss the extra washing
I miss the way you hit your head
I miss the sticky finger prints
And the way you bounce on my bed.
I miss the way you ignore me
I miss your anxious cry
I miss your flapping arms
And the way you make objects fly.
I miss people staring in the street
I miss my early morning alarms
I miss the stripping of your clothes
And those precious moments of calm.
I miss you not letting me use the phone
I miss the melt downs when people come to the door
I miss how you look in my eyes
And the way most things you ignore.
I miss you watching your DVDs
I miss clearing up the poo
I miss your tapping sticks
But most of all gorgeous, i miss you.