While watching the Sochi Olympics this past February I was blown away by the prowess of these young athletes doing flips and acrobatics on skis, jumping through the air on snowboards, defying the laws of gravity, and surprising me at every turn. Then one night I thought to myself that actually, our lives as parents with autistic children are kind of the same.
Ever since our son was diagnosed with ASD (autism spectrum disorder) over a year ago, I have tried in vain to change the future course of events. I wanted to save him, make him look at us and finally speak, make sure he had friends and that he could have a "normal" life... I consulted with every doctor and specialist imaginable. Out of necessity, I became an "activist." I marched for autism, I dressed my son in blue on April 2 (World autism Awareness Day), I got involved with other parents with children with ASD, I read everything I could get my hands on, I wrote articles about it, I lay awake at night wondering what could have possibly caused this disorder in our child... I was on a quest. I needed answers and hope.