Over the years, I have learned to embrace my children for who they are and not what they are diagnosed with. However, with that said, there are times when Autism simply breaks my heart.

When my child is sick and can’t tell me what’s wrong.

That’s when Autism breaks my heart.

When my child is treated unfairly at school because they are “different”.

That’s when Autism breaks my heart.

When my child is in pain and can’t say where it hurts.

That’s when Autism breaks my heart.

When my child is harshly judged by the ignorant.

That’s when Autism breaks my heart.

When my child is angry and can’t tell me why.

That’s when Autism breaks my heart.

When my child is afraid and can’t tell me of what.

That’s when Autism breaks my heart.

When my child is sad and I can’t figure out why.

That’s when Autism breaks my heart.

When I get assaulted by my own child for no reason at all.

That’s when Autism breaks my heart.

When I lose family and friends because they don’t “get it”.

That’s when Autism breaks my heart.

When I would give up EVERYTHING just to hear the word’s “mommy” or “daddy”.

That’s when Autism breaks my heart.

-lost and tired