An autism diagnosis and beyond 

By | June 7, 2017

It was strange, thinking back, how the course of our daughter’s life changed in a moment. A moment that took place in a portacabin, painted with cheery cartoon images but a portacabin nonetheless.  The floor had gently bounced as we’d walked along to the meeting.

“Your daughter has a diagnosis of autism”. Not unexpected but the tears still flowed as a bundle of leaflets were passed to us, together with a box of tissues.

Our daughter didn’t notice the diagnosis nor the tears, she carried on lining up her toys, her little toys in the small bag she carried everywhere for security. Under her arm was her bunny, who went everywhere with us, a comforter for her.

We knew that we’d be receiving a diagnosis at the meeting but hearing the word “autism” spoken still cut into our hearts, the feeling that her life would now be defined by a “label”, one that was necessary to enable support to be granted at school.

Telling family members provoked different reactions, one didn’t mention autism by name but sent us a note referring to our daughter’s “problems”, another said “well, there’s never been anything like that on our side of the family”. I did wonder if they felt that same intense sense of grieving for the child we wouldn’t have, coupled with an immense sense of fear for our daughter’s future. 

In the weeks that followed, I find it hard to talk about it without crying, I guess the masses of emotions rushing around in my head had to find a way out and they did, through tears. I found myself imagining the events we probably wouldn’t see for D, like a wedding, children, a life partner, which was quite ridiculous really as it only served to upset me more.

I was a childminder at the time and couldn’t help but compare the happily playing children in the garden with our daughter, who’d put toys/books into a pile in the centre of the room and walk around them, with a totally blank expression, not responding to prompts or offers of a cuddle, totally in her own zone.

I don’t know exactly when my mindset changed to a “can do” approach, I think it was around the time that she very hesitantly traced the letters of her name on a piece of paper sent home from school, that produced happy, proud tears. Way behind the other children in her class, D could count to 50 by age 3 but had very stilted speech, reading phonetically wasn’t happening and the (mainstream) teachers just seemed exasperated at her meltdowns, her unwillingness to enter a noisy/busy classroom, her reluctance to join in, describing D as “flighty” – which hurt. D’s TA was fantastic though, understanding that D needed a “softly, softly, get down to her level” approach.

It took a while to get a Statement of Special Educational Needs for D, the first one was rejected and the second granted, it took about a year in total. It added so much stress to our lives, wondering why the “powers that be” were treating our child solely as a budget figure and not the individual that she was (and still is). We had realised by now that mainstream education didn’t suit D and there wasn’t a chance of a SN school without a statement, the pressure felt immense and, all the while, we could see just how much D was struggling in the mainstream environment, it wasn’t for her.

It seemed a difficult decision to make for our then five year old daughter; do we stick with mainstream education with exams at the end of her schooling or opt for the SN school, which didn’t offer exams but instead focussed on life skills and social skills and offered a smaller class size and higher staff ratio?

There was no contest really, we chose the environment we felt would make D happy and where she could fulfill her potential – the SN environment and, from that very first afternoon and D’s smile as she rushed towards me, we knew we’d made the right choice.

Eight years on we know we made the right decision. Our daughter is now a teenager and we know she wouldn’t have fitted into the secondary school environment. She’s never going to be an academic, preferring crafts, music and low-contact sport, she’s (generally) happy, we’re happy.

The above was a blogging prompt in my inbox that I missed the deadline for, but decided to write anyway.  


6 Comments

Kim Carberry on June 7, 2017 at 6:31 pm.

Ahh! This is such a wonderful post….Over the years I have read how far D has came on…She is such a lovely young lady. x
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Jeannette on June 7, 2017 at 6:32 pm.

Thank you lovely, she has come so far. Mega proud of her x

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Adw on June 7, 2017 at 9:19 pm.

What a lovely post- it sounds as though you’ve gone through a lot to help your daughter feel as included as possible and to get what’s best for her. I can’t imagine how such a diagnosis feels but from this post you’ve definitely overcome what must’ve been difficult news to raise a happy daughter.

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Jeannette on June 8, 2017 at 8:21 am.

Thank you, we’re so proud of how far she’s come since diagnosis

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Deborah Nicholas on June 8, 2017 at 12:42 pm.

Aww what a lovely post, it sounds like you have come a long way, you should be so proud!
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Ray on June 20, 2017 at 5:50 pm.

It sounds as if you made the right choice in regards to schooling. It has been a long journey for you all!
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