"I told my [child]'s doctor that I didn't like to be around my [child]," she related to me in a moment of brutal honesty, all the while fighting back her tears. "I love [the child] more than myself but I hate being around [the child] sometimes." This revelation didn't shock me. Any parent that is really honest with themselves has moments where they don't like their children.
Making noise just to make noise is a prime example of the "Porter Disorder". |
When did normal become a dirty word?
As a parent of a special needs kiddo I know that it has. I've caught myself many times mid-syllable and choked, coughed and stuffed the word back down into the depths of my vocabulary. Although after, I am always left wondering why. Referring to my boys as normal in comparison to Myriam, doesn't change the fact that my daughter is autistic and it doesn't make her symptoms any worse but somehow we've all been convinced otherwise. I am not offended by the word. I've come to realise that normal is a state of mind; it's subjective!
My normal is three children running through my house like a trio of speeding freight trains. My normal has a new moniker, The Porter Disorder!* It involves noise that rivals that of an airport runway, squabbling siblings, and repeating myself incessantly.
When my family first began this journey with autism, if given the opportunity to make my daughter "normal" I would have taken it--in a heart beat. But now what I've realized is that we have done just that. There has been a shift in my mental paradigm. Autism is now normal.
*The Porter Disorder was coined by my Sister-in-law; a woman who shares my fondness for hyperactive, demon children.