The way I think about autism…

The way I think about autism…

This post is especially dedicated to those who are not italian. It’s really a pleasure to see that people from American, Canada, Switzerland, Austria, Great Britain, France and even from India are reading our blog and are increasing day by day.

I don’t know what having an autistic child means in a country different from mine; I don’t even exacly know what this means for other italian people. I know what this has signified for me, and what it still signifies.

My youngest son is now 12. When he was 2 we discovered that he had autism. I think that I passed through the whole range of emotions: despair, disbelief, anger, acceptance, strength, will to fight, serenity…

All this in a few years, of course.

The turning point of my little experience has been when Luca, my son, was 4, and Nicola, my older one, was 6. 

That day I had gone to Nicola’s new school; for almost an hour I had been concentrated on very “normal” things: talking with teachers or other children’s mothers, visiting the school, laughing, enjoying the time.

This had been the only nice moment for a very long time;  for an hour or two I probably forgot autism and the fact that this terrible thing was happening to my family.

In my way home I suddenly realized that I had been happy. I had been happy and I felt guilty. I felt like happiness was something that would have belonged, in the future, to Nicola, but not to Luca. And I felt more and more guilty.

I stopped the car and cried.

Then I spent some time to think; and later, like Scarlett O’hara, the heroine of my childhood and adolescence, I raised my head and smiled…

What I decided that very moment, in my car, was that I would try to be happy; that I strongly wanted  both my children to be happy; that my son’s autism would have “entered” in the “normality” of our lives, not the contrary: we never, ever would tranform our lives into isolation and loneliness.

Ever since my life hasn’t always been a happy one. But it has been “a life”; a life with normal difficulties, nice moments and blue ones. Like everybody’s life.

This blog is about this. I used to like travelling. I stopped when I discovered Luca had autism. I began again a few years ago and I still want. 

And I desire to help you, who are not italian, you friends with those special difficulties of having in your family persons who have autism;  I desire to help you with information of  “autism friendly” restaurants, bars, shops, tour guides and everything, if you want to come to visit my country; Chiara and I are meeting many people, are talking to them about autism and are trying to let our town be a really welcoming one.

We are only at the beginning of our goal. But we hardly want to.

Please, continue to read us.

And trust us.

Un abbraccio.

 

 

 

 

 


Elisabetta Tonini

Lascia un Commento

L'indirizzo email non verrà pubblicato. I campi obbligatori sono contrassegnati *

È possibile utilizzare questi tag ed attributi XHTML: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>