My heart breaks tonight. One of our own, a blogger, a warrior autism advocate, a GOOD mother, attempted to take the life of her child with autism and her own. You’ll hear the details. They’ll be out there for the reading. You won’t have to hunt for long. Whenever something like this happens, you hear about it for days, weeks, months. You know what you don’t hear, unless you’re listening for it? The cries for help that were screamed BEFORE this happened.
I see it everyday, all day on my community Facebook page. I see it in my fellow bloggers. I see it in the other autism mother as we lock eyes in the grocery store. We are DYING for you to hear our story. We are begging you to care. We don’t want to burden you….but we are DESPERATE for love and a shoulder to cry on. We don’t care if you’re living our life or not. We need to not feel so alone. We need for people who still HAVE strength left to carry the torch for us, while we regroup and decompress from the battlefield that is our life.
Our lives, our children’s lives, depend on somebody willing to step out of their world for a while and be a friend. A REAL friend. We need for people to really get how hard it is to FIGHT for our children to be properly educated, medicated, and cared for. WE need for people to understand what it’s like to swallow our pride and turn for assistance from the almighty powers in charge who SAID they would be there just for “people like us”, only to have to jump through months and months of hoops to be turned down.
We need you to get it, because there are days when we can’t fight for ourselves anymore, but we still have these children that depend on us. We STILL want what is best for them, even if we are too weak to seek it out. We need someone to feed us when we just need rest. We need someone to take our kids for an hour or two, so that we CAN get on the phone and discuss why our kids actually need those services…because, apparently, a melting down, non verbal child in their office just doesn’t prove enough. We need teachers that will stop getting their feelings hurt, if we have a little bit of a chip on our shoulder and understand that it’s come from years of being pushed aside.
A daughter and mother…lie in their hospitals beds tonight after being told, “We can’t help you.” by a teacher that got her tail feathers ruffled over a mother doing what she’s always had to do….FIGHT for her child to be taken care of.
We aren’t asking you to lay down the red carpet and treat us like royalty because we were born into a club of people who deserve to be treated better. We’re asking you to hear that we are FALLING APART some days and we NEED you. We just….need you.
Our lives are made up of our children screaming at us and throwing punches at us one moment to wiping our tear stained cheeks the next. There is never the same day twice. There is never any predicting. There is only preparing for anything and everything and battling the world, while we’re at it.
How hard is it REALLY to listen? To care? When will OUR cause be worthy enough of a Tshirt on your back or special speaker at your church? When will some of that research money to figure out why we are the way we are go to helping the children and families that are living with it RIGHT NOW?
How many more mothers have to feel a mercy killing is their only option for peace for themselves and their children before somebody says, “I’ll listen. I’ll be there. I’ll help.”?
My heart and love go out to Issy and Kelli. We are so sorry we let you down. We are so sorry you felt that alone. So very, very sorry.