A little back story for those interested.
My son is nearly 8 and can’t speak. He just started waving bye for the first time since he was two. When I’m lucky, sometimes I can hear him say momma. When he gets overstimulated, scared, anxious, or excited he hits himself in the face and hips or pinches himself. At the same time he’s the most innocent and gentle soul I’ve ever met, he’s just trapped in his own mind and unable to communicate. Could you imagine your brain being on fire or your body hurting and not being able to tell someone. A prisoner of your own mind. I dream about my son talking and wake up crying. I want so much for him. Every day is a battle and a blessing. I have spent so much time in the past 6 years reading everything I can about autism and any way to help him. I have suffered in silence, cried behind closed doors, but put on a smile and a brave face for him and for everyone else. I don’t post all my struggles on Facebook I don’t share my tribulations with family, hardly even with my closest friends. Everything I share has always been the good things, it’s what I like to focus on. I’ve been more active in my groups on Facebook, with strangers. I feel like even my own family doesn’t know what my life has been like, and what Bryson lives every day. They see what he’s like in a 30 minute span out of months or years. Maybe I should have shared more, So people can see what life on the lower end of the spectrum looks like. Maybe people would be more understanding, more compassionate. Thank you to those in my and Brysons life that have been. Thank you to those that want he very best for Bryson, as much as I do. Our earth Angels. You know who you are. You have given us hope. Brysons Hope.