Welcome to Recovery Road.
Recently I was asked to speak at a local autism conference to tell — in 20 minutes or less — the story of my son’s recovery from autism. Hmmm, compress 10 years of blood, sweat, tears (literally), and the search for an edible gluten-free chicken nugget into 20 minutes. I hit the high points and decided to look for another way to expand the story.
So, here we are. Whenever I think about how we got from Point A to Point R, I think in terms of road and travel metaphors. The Road Less Traveled, Put One Foot In Front of the Other, Highway to Hell (don’t judge–we all have bad days!)…. And of course, the Long and Winding Road, which I think sums up our experience best.
I will be adding as much as I can, as quickly as I can, sticking to the topic of recovery from autism. If this isn’t your bag, baby–please go somewhere else. I’m telling my story and sharing what we found to be helpful along the way. I won’t engage in a war of words about whether recovery is even possible (clearly, I think it is); whether my son was ever really autistic; what quacks you think DAN! doctors are; and how I don’t love my child just the way he is. This isn’t your party.
But it is my party and I think a little music is in order to set the tone and get us going:
Cause there may be times when you think you lost your mind
And the steps you’re taking leave you three four steps behind
But the road you’re walking might be long sometimes
You just keep on stepping and you’ll be just fine