“What is he doing right now? What is he feeling?” I asked myself while envisioning him sitting on a chair waiting for his mom and dad to pick him up. All the while he knew they said they wouldn’t, but there was always a chance. Did his head turn to the door each time that now familiar noise sounded beside him? Was he pacing and stimming as he does when he is stressed? Did he hate us? What was he thinking? How did he feel?
The uncontrollable tears, inconsolable sadness and feeling of being a Titanic sized failure as a mother flooded my soul as I watched the minutes draw closer to 5:01 p.m., the time I had to let go of my son. The time I had to abandon him. How could I, a devoted, loving mother, take such a drastic tough love step? How could I not take this agonizing step to get him the help he needed? He had reached the stage where we couldn’t handle him anymore and his outbursts had become more violent.
What did we miss while he was growing up? Was there another doctor my husband and I could have taken him to for more tests? Was there a new treatment that we missed while searching for information on the web? These are the type of questions the parent of a child on the Autism Spectrum ask themselves most of the time.
Our story doesn’t start here. I’ll need to catch you up on our roller coaster ride to that fateful day in January 2009.
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Win Quier
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