Tuesday, March 13, 2012

March 13, conversation with Mom

Can I say, can I say, I am autistic.  I am not ready yet to be a normal girl.  I need to still be treated with care.  You, Mom, are expecting me to be like a regular teenager.  I am autistic.  I see different.  I hear different.  I make me noises, and I look at the world different.  I will always be different.  I am not going to be able to change.  Could you accept that?
Mom:  Can you accept this?  Because I have already.
 Zayde says I am perfect so I believe him.  I want to accept me autism as a part of me, not all of me. 
Mom:  I am very, very happy for you, Emma. It takes wise people to understand that.
I am trying not to be mad at you because I am mad at me.  I love you and need you too much.
Mom:  Emma, I love you more.

1 comment:

  1. This made me cry and I also feel a little bit shy about commenting, because this was so beautiful and personal. But it made me cry because I hope my Emma and I can have such a conversation one day. I hope she can feel safe enough to tell me she's angry with me, so that I can tell her I love her even more.
    Thank you for sharing this with me, Emma.