This is the face of autism. The off stare, the simulated smile, the disinterested look. This is a face of Gabe.
I have thought of the two pictures here on this post many, many times. . . My oldest son Gabriel has been blessed with Autism. Some of the doctors have said Aspergers, some have said, PDD-NOS. Either way, it doesn't really matter. What matters is that I love this child for everything that he is. I see the parts of his autism and I see the parts of him that are without autism. In my family, I try to view this as a blessing. I frequently remind myself that without this disability, my son would not be who he is and there would be some other annoying thing that he does just the same as some of his autistic tendencies do. . . it's not the autism, it's life.
We truly are blessed, because his case is very mild. He talks, walks, interacts, is social, accepts physical touch happily, and is extremely smart. There are many parents out there that have children with autism and cannot use the same words to describe their children. We are blessed. I cannot count how many times a day he makes me laugh by quoting some random phrase from a movie, commercial, TV show, radio moment, etc. He is so passionate and imaginative, so creative and loving, so intelligent and silly. He is also socially awkward, physically awkward, and a mess in the sensory area. Each and every moment may bring a response that is expectable or a response you wonder what planet it came from, good or bad!
I cannot begin to tell you how thankful I am for him. Gabe is not only a son of mine, but also a teacher. Everyday, I learn about him, and autism. I can't fathom who I would be without all the knowledge I've gained by him having autism. He is constantly challenging me to grow as a mom.
People may look at Gabe sometimes and see the face of autism. Underneath the autism, when he shines through and moves aside the disinterest, this is what I see. . . This is the silly face of Gabe, that so many people get to see so often.