What I have Learnt so Far!
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Having a son with ADHD and Aspergers was not something I had planned for and I have often wondered - Why Us? The answer has always come back - Why Not Us?
This journey is about our whole family not just Harrison - so with that in mind I want to pass on what I have learnt so far not just about Harrison but about myself as well.
Emotions for a Mother run raw very often and more so when your child has Aspergers.
The first time it was bought to our attention that Harrison just wasn't doing what "Normal" kids do was when he was 4 years old and at Kindergarten. I can still remember the Kindergarten teacher approaching me and telling me that they felt that something was wrong with Harrison. I went home in such a fury that I could not have possibly been thinking straight and to this day I still cannot remember how I got myself and Harrison home safely.
Of course there was nothing wrong with my son!
I had to learn to accept that Harrison does dance to a different beat and that a diagnoses of Aspergers and ADHD was not the end of the world. In fact I guess it came as a bit of a relief in the end to have a reason for his unpredictable behaviour and an answer to why he just didn't get things socially.
I've taken the time to stand up for my son in many situations no matter how trivial or embarrassing they seem. I have had to explain many times why Harrison has reacted in certain ways often feeling like I am just making excuses as the people I am talking to listen with looks of disbelief.
I've listened to the abuse from a neighbour about my lack of parenting skills and how loud we are when we are out in our back yard playing games to improve Harrison's gross motor skills.
I have heard the comments in the shops about Harrison's behaviour and I have heard the sniggers and caustic remarks of other Mothers at school.
I have been an advocate for Harrison when he wasn't being heard and even spoken to the whole school staff one morning to explain Harrison's issues trembling in my boots but knowing this had to be done.
I have watched as other kids in the class are invited to birthday parties and my son is left out. My heart has broken when he happily tells me "It's ok Mum there just wasn't enough room for me to go".
I have seen Harrison try so hard at swimming every week and still after two years of lessons be in with the learners class. Then experienced unbelievable pride when he is named "Swimmer of the Day".
I have had to swallow my pride and learn how to parent Harrison so that he is living in an environment that doesn't create in him high levels of anxiety and stress.
I have learnt that there is no shame in crying in front of people when discussing Harrison's issue and I have learnt that there are great support systems out there if you become accepting of the situation and look for the best outcome in everything.
Many people have said to us how accepting we are of Harrison's diagnoses but it is simply that Harrison is our one and only and we must do the best for him that we can with all the courage we can muster. The challenge is to keep on making it better so that he can become a responsible mature adult.
A very wise woman (my mum) once said to me that we are never sent anything more than we can bear and I have learnt she is right!
Love can withstand anything!
This journey is about our whole family not just Harrison - so with that in mind I want to pass on what I have learnt so far not just about Harrison but about myself as well.
Emotions for a Mother run raw very often and more so when your child has Aspergers.
The first time it was bought to our attention that Harrison just wasn't doing what "Normal" kids do was when he was 4 years old and at Kindergarten. I can still remember the Kindergarten teacher approaching me and telling me that they felt that something was wrong with Harrison. I went home in such a fury that I could not have possibly been thinking straight and to this day I still cannot remember how I got myself and Harrison home safely.
But over time we came to realise that there was.
I have to admit that over the last four or so years I have mellowed considerably on this subject but it hasn't come easy to a woman who was always the first to offer an opinion on every naughty child at the supermarket.
I've taken the time to stand up for my son in many situations no matter how trivial or embarrassing they seem. I have had to explain many times why Harrison has reacted in certain ways often feeling like I am just making excuses as the people I am talking to listen with looks of disbelief.
I've listened to the abuse from a neighbour about my lack of parenting skills and how loud we are when we are out in our back yard playing games to improve Harrison's gross motor skills.
I have heard the comments in the shops about Harrison's behaviour and I have heard the sniggers and caustic remarks of other Mothers at school.
I have been an advocate for Harrison when he wasn't being heard and even spoken to the whole school staff one morning to explain Harrison's issues trembling in my boots but knowing this had to be done.
I have watched as other kids in the class are invited to birthday parties and my son is left out. My heart has broken when he happily tells me "It's ok Mum there just wasn't enough room for me to go".
I have seen Harrison try so hard at swimming every week and still after two years of lessons be in with the learners class. Then experienced unbelievable pride when he is named "Swimmer of the Day".
I have had to swallow my pride and learn how to parent Harrison so that he is living in an environment that doesn't create in him high levels of anxiety and stress.
I have learnt that there is no shame in crying in front of people when discussing Harrison's issue and I have learnt that there are great support systems out there if you become accepting of the situation and look for the best outcome in everything.
Many people have said to us how accepting we are of Harrison's diagnoses but it is simply that Harrison is our one and only and we must do the best for him that we can with all the courage we can muster. The challenge is to keep on making it better so that he can become a responsible mature adult.
A very wise woman (my mum) once said to me that we are never sent anything more than we can bear and I have learnt she is right!
Love can withstand anything!
