Let me be real with you: I couldn’t care less about what triggers autism. Seriously, it’s not something that keeps me up at night. I don’t need to point fingers or seek some kind of “closure.” Sure, I could use a nap, but diving into the details of autism and its origins? That’s not on my to-do list. To borrow a line from a classic rock song, I’ve moved on.
Why This Viewpoint?
So why this seemingly self-centered viewpoint? It’s all about survival, my friends. I’ve got a mountain of tasks to tackle, and I’m leaving the heavy scientific stuff to the experts. After all, those researchers aren’t the ones doing my laundry or unloading the dishwasher. I’ll let them handle their work while I search online for new slow cooker recipes instead.
Thinking of Future Families
Now, you might wonder about future families navigating this journey. I totally get it. I’ve met a few families who’ve joined the autism club, and it’s tough to watch loved ones go through it. Hallmark hasn’t exactly cornered the market on cards for such occasions either. But honestly, I can’t take on that emotional weight as well. My focus is squarely on what I need to do for my child. I love sharing helpful tips and supporting others, but I’d rather spend a casual twenty minutes chatting about last night’s game or the latest season of a show than getting lost in medical jargon. Sometimes, we need to shut down the “All autism, all the time” channel, because let’s face it—my brain needs a breather.
Life with a Ten-Year-Old
My son is ten, and I have bigger fish to fry. We’re gearing up for the middle school transition, and I recently noticed some hair in unexpected places. Oh, and let’s not even talk about the teenage boy odor that’s creeping in. Puberty is on the horizon, and I’m already bracing myself for the day we tackle his first shave. If getting him to trim his toenails is an Olympic event, can I sneak in a face shave while he’s sleeping? Is that a thing?
He can barely write his name, and people keep sending me a flood of articles about what might have caused his autism. That’s going to have to wait. He’s growing up way too fast, and I have enough on my plate without adding that to the mix. Honestly, I can’t even remember to take something out to thaw for dinner, much less sift through piles of research. My family can’t survive on academic papers!
A Word of Sympathy
If you’re still grappling with the question of what caused your child’s autism, I genuinely sympathize. I’ve simply chosen to close that chapter, and it’s brought me a lot more peace.
Finding Liberation
Despite the routines and schedules, there’s a sense of liberation that comes with this choice. I’m not saying it’s the only way or that you have to follow my lead. As we say around here, “You do you.” Just consider shifting your focus away from that one nagging question—you might just find it liberating.
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In Summary
In summary, I’ve chosen to let go of the obsession over the causes of autism and focus on what really matters: my son’s growth and our everyday life. It’s about survival and finding joy in the small moments.