I saw you. I observed you holding your son’s hand, a young boy who appeared to be around 11 or 12 years old. That was my first indication; boys at that age typically shy away from public displays of affection like hand-holding.
I noticed you scanning the hotel pool, carefully assessing the surroundings for any potential triggers. You were searching for the most suitable spot for your family—ideally near the exit and close to the water.
I watched as you encouraged your son to enter the pool or at least get as close as he could. With his hands pressed over his ears, he managed to sit at the edge, letting his feet dangle in the water. I could see his eyes squinting tightly, but gradually he began to relax. His hands remained on his head, yet he flapped them occasionally, a sign of comfort amidst the sensory overload.
I observed you, your partner, and your daughter entering the pool, surrounding him to create a sensory shield. Everyone was smiling, but I could see that you, the mother, were still vigilant, constantly monitoring the environment.
I offered you a warm smile. I recognized your struggle. I wanted to swim over and share a fist bump or a high-five, but I had my own child to keep an eye on. Plus, I’ve never quite mastered a good icebreaker when I encounter another family navigating autism. “Do you come here often?” doesn’t quite hit the mark. I hoped you interpreted my smile as a genuine acknowledgment, free from pity or condescension.
The next morning at breakfast, I spotted you again. You were “opening the joint,” as we often do. I smiled and greeted your family. I overheard your son anxiously asking, “What time is it?” to which your husband responded wearied, “It’s vacation. Time doesn’t matter.” I noticed your sigh; you understood the importance of time, but you also recognized your partner’s intent to keep things peaceful.
I sincerely hope you enjoyed your vacation. It might not have been the typical getaway, but for your family, it held its own special value. I wish I had the chance to express how comforting it was to see someone like you amidst the “typical” families around us. I long for more encounters like ours—where we could share a laugh over a joke that only we would understand.
Perhaps you’ll come across this message and realize that you weren’t alone at that resort, that there were others navigating similar paths. I hope we continue to find our community wherever we go—providing support, sharing advice, and even just exchanging a smile with a fellow traveler in this journey.
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In summary, I observed a mother navigating the challenges of parenting an autistic child, and I wanted to extend a sense of camaraderie. In our shared experiences, there is solace, understanding, and support.
Keyphrase: Mother of Autistic Child at the Pool
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