{"id":18817,"date":"2021-10-13T13:08:24","date_gmt":"2021-10-13T17:08:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.shorebeat.com\/brick\/?p=18817"},"modified":"2021-10-14T14:39:48","modified_gmt":"2021-10-14T18:39:48","slug":"silence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/2021\/10\/silence\/","title":{"rendered":"Silence"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"styles_HTMLContent__6IqYK\">\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-18818\" src=\"https:\/\/www.shorebeat.com\/brick\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/Summer-2021-060-400x533.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"400\" height=\"533\" srcset=\"https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/Summer-2021-060-400x533.jpg 400w, https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/Summer-2021-060-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/Summer-2021-060-1152x1536.jpg 1152w, https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/Summer-2021-060-1536x2048.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/Summer-2021-060-scaled.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Dear Justin,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"styles_HTMLContent__6IqYK\">\n<p>It&#8217;s so quiet in the house this morning. Both you and your brother are off at school, your dad is out running errands, and for once I am alone.<\/p>\n<p>I won&#8217;t lie to you. Especially after all the togetherness of Covid, it&#8217;s bliss.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"styles_HTMLContent__6IqYK\">\n<p>On days I don&#8217;t work I have about an eight hour period of quiet, a time where I can recharge, get things done. It&#8217;s also a time to think.<\/p>\n<p>And I have to tell you, I&#8217;ve been thinking about how in a different life I&#8217;d be missing you much more than eight hours daily.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"styles_HTMLContent__6IqYK\">\n<p>You are eighteen, my boy. You won&#8217;t remember this of course, but nineteen years ago I was a teacher in Virginia, and there must have been something in the water that year because seven or eight of us got pregnant within months of each other. I am still on Facebook with many of those moms, have watched as their kids grew up, their development so different than yours. I think I&#8217;ve handled it quite well over the years, happy for them, with pride in your path as well.<\/p>\n<p>It was the pics on Facebook of everyone&#8217;s &#8220;college reveal&#8221; (this is a thing now?) that got to me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"styles_HTMLContent__6IqYK\">\n<p>When I gave birth to you I figured about seventeen years later we&#8217;d be touring college campuses, filling out applications, waiting breathlessly for that letter (or now email) telling us whether or not you were accepted. This was a reasonable assumption on my part. Despite the fact that autism seems to be everywhere its incident rate is low. Your family is college educated. I assumed that would be the path you took.<\/p>\n<p>I assumed wrong.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"styles_HTMLContent__6IqYK\">\n<p>This year, instead of stressing out over FAFSA forms, your dad and I have been wading through various government agencies and lawyers trying to complete your version of college acceptances- acquiring guardianship over you, Medicaid benefits, Social Security payments, updating our will and trust to better accommodate you and your brother.<\/p>\n<p>I will say definitively it has not been as much fun as touring a college campus.<\/p>\n<p>The truth is Justin, your dad and I compartmentalize a lot of things in regards to you, but sometimes we can&#8217;t. I am sad you don&#8217;t have this choice. There are people who will vilify me for feeling this way, but these are my feelings.<\/p>\n<p>Some days, my feelings were all I had left.<\/p>\n<p>I just want to put this out there that it&#8217;s okay to be sad that you won&#8217;t have the option of college, or marriage, or kids, or a career. While I&#8217;m grateful you are mostly happy with your DVDs and the computer and outings, I wished for a bigger life for you.<\/p>\n<p>It doesn&#8217;t mean I don&#8217;t love you. It doesn&#8217;t mean I&#8217;m not proud of you. It doesn&#8217;t mean you can&#8217;t live a life on your terms that makes you happy.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s okay to be sad and simultaneously grateful.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s okay to mourn things that cannot be.<\/p>\n<p>Feelings are okay as long as they don&#8217;t paralyze me and prevent me from helping you live your best life.<\/p>\n<p>Because at the end of the day, both of you boys fulfilling your dreams is what drives my every waking moment.<\/p>\n<p>I love you.<\/p>\n<p><em>For more on my family visit my blog at autismmommytherapist.wordpress.com<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Follow me on Facebook at Autism Mommy-Therapist<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"fcbkbttn_buttons_block\" id=\"fcbkbttn_left\"><div class=\"fb-share-button fcbkbttn_large_button \" data-href=\"https:\/\/shorebeat.com\/brick\/2021\/10\/silence\/\" data-type=\"button_count\" data-size=\"large\"><\/div><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dear Justin, It&#8217;s so quiet in the house this morning. Both you and your brother are off at school, your dad is out running errands, and for once I am alone. I won&#8217;t lie to you. Especially after all the togetherness of Covid, it&#8217;s bliss. 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