Recently, during our bedtime routine, my insightful and wonderfully inquisitive 9-year-old son, whom I’ll call Jake, shared a story about his day at school. It was a tale from recess where another child, Max, was throwing stones and making threats. Although Jake had friends rallying around him, he was clearly rattled by the experience. He mentioned that Max has his own issues and suggested that perhaps Max is autistic.
As I listened, I felt a surge of frustration over the typical playground challenges kids face. Jake continued, noting that it was fortunate Max was in a different class, as his own class might struggle with having two kids on the spectrum. I was taken aback when he casually stated, “Well, Mom, I think I might be autistic too. Haven’t you noticed?”
Indeed, I had noticed. For years, I had been wrestling with this realization internally, balancing my protective instincts with the truth about my son. As he cuddled next to me, sharing his thoughts, fears, and quirks, I had underestimated his self-awareness and insight.
Jake revealed that he first began to ponder his potential autism diagnosis two years prior after watching a documentary about Legos. The film highlighted how these toys could help autistic children forge friendships, making him wonder if that was why he felt such a strong attachment to them. He informed me that he had been researching symptoms and felt that he matched many of the “diagnostic criteria, but not all.”
He articulated, “I get sarcasm, but irony is tough. The texture of fruit is unbearable, and I’m not very coordinated at sports. Making friends is hard, but I can often sense what others are feeling. The cafeteria smells awful, and maintaining eye contact is challenging. Oh, and I love cars!”
Finally, I acknowledged his observation aloud: “Yes, I have noticed.” He then asked why I hadn’t mentioned it sooner, wondering if I feared he’d be upset. I admitted that I did worry about that.
This moment underscored his unique perspective as a neurodivergent child. All the years I spent trying to shield him from what I perceived as harsh truths were more about my own discomfort than his reality. Interestingly, Jake seemed to embrace the idea of being on the spectrum, noting that some of his heroes, including scientists and musicians like Nikola Tesla and Mozart, were also neurodivergent.
Parenting is full of surprises. Jake took his first steps at 18 months, just as I was preparing to seek early intervention, and he walked like he had been doing it forever. When I feared he might struggle socially, he’d come home excited about a new friendship. And just when I worried about his empathy, I would witness him display kindness beyond his years.
The truth is, parenting often defies logic, much like autism itself. When Jake confidently declared his self-diagnosis, I realized he was correct. The complexities of autism cannot be reduced to a single narrative or experience. His journey is unique, and no two children on the spectrum share the same traits or challenges.
What Jake has taught me is that avoiding uncomfortable truths is my own parenthood hurdle, while his ability to confront reality is his strength. We are partners in this journey. I had assumed he wouldn’t be able to handle the truth about his neurodivergence, but it was my own preconceived notions that clouded my judgment. Ultimately, when we actively listen to our children, they reveal the answers we seek.
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Summary:
This article reflects on a mother’s realization that her son, Jake, has self-identified as autistic. Through a candid conversation about his experiences, Jake showcases his self-awareness and perspective on neurodiversity. The journey of parenting is unpredictable and complex, mirroring the unique nature of autism itself. It emphasizes the importance of listening to children to understand their truths.