Isaiah 54:17
"No weapon formed against you shall prosper, And every tongue which rises against you in judgment You shall condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, And their righteousness is from Me,”...Says the Lord"
AO365
AUTISM_OPTIMISM 365







This is a journey not taken alone...but with GOD at the helm!!
OUR JOURNEY
AO365 (Autism_Optimism365) has been a long and challenging road traveled, but a necessary one. Like many parents, I anticipated the day I would lay my eyes on my child for the first time, and couldn't wait to experience so many things as mother and son! I had plans of sitting in the stands and cheering (or coaching) him on to his first of many touchdowns, and even had a nickname ready to follow him from little league to the NFL...all before he was even born! Three years later, the reality of those days never happening set in and a different one began to take shape. The first time someone said the word autism to me I was crushed. I was so busy being amazed by what he could do that I completely ignored what he couldn't. I struggled for 3 more years with saying the word until the day multiple specialist confirmed and finalized the diagnosis. That's when I began to hear it for the first time, and see it for the first time, and acknowledge it for the first time.
The Doctors
For me the final phase of my child's diagnosis was acceptance! From the medical industry's perspective, I was to accept the fact that my son's prognosis was very limited. That "he will never live an independent life because of his limited communication and social skills", and "he would have poor performance in school on class assignments nor test well because his mind does not have an organizing mechanism (but not to worry about that since he will be in special education, they will pass him anyway)". That at some point I "will have to consider medicating him to control "behavior and sensory outburst".
As the layers of disorders and therapeutic requirements continued to pile on, so did the number of acceptances! Although I was becoming increasingly discouraged by their words, I still sought them out in the hopes that they would get better...they didn't! There was no excitement about his future, just the continual insistence that I accept how limited (and expensive) it would be.
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I LEFT FEELING...
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"There were many limbs on my tree...none of which had leaves...nor fruit"
The Diagnosis
Autistic Spectrum Disorder
My son's "spectrum" identifies mostly in the areas of developmental delay/lack of physiological disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder, sensory processing disorder, mixed development, limited auditory input, mixed receptive-expressive language disorder...
OPTIMISM
It took some time for me to wrap my mind around the drastic changes my life was about to undergo. I want to be completely honest, my initial reaction to my child's diagnosis was purely selfish! It was all about the plans I had for his life...not about his life! And when the day came that he attempted to comfort me by bringing me tissue for my tears, I realized it wasn't about me, it was about him. So instead of showing him a "dreadful" approach to living his life, I chose to show him an OPTIMISTIC one. I took the map that The FATHER had given me and prepared myself for the journey!
This site is apart of that journey. It has taken a long time to put things together because of all the changes that autism can cause in a household. However, this has been a labor of LOVE! A love for my child, a love and understanding for the challenges, and a love for all of those who cry out for help! My mission is to make a life changing difference in as many lives as I can by sharing with you what I have learned along this journey, and offering a bit OPTIMISM along your own! As I have stated before, I want to be completely honest with you on this site, and an autistic journey is hard work. If you seek a better prognosis than the one "trained professionals" gave you, then it can be even harder. Seemingly, "an uphill battle", but you can "take that hill"! Rest when you need...give yourself credit for the steps you have taken, don't count the ones ahead. Remember to hydrate on GOD...HE is the key, and communicate with your supporters! If you are a single parent...you have to learn how to push through the pain, and if you are married you have to learn how to share it!
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​"May you and yours be shielded and protected along your journey "

OH...HI!
It's Josh and I
"MY" Acceptance
OH MY BREAKING HEART

For many of you, stating the fact that my heart ached after hearing everything would be of no surprise...this is a bond I am sure we share, but MY HEART ACHED! Every-time I picked him up from childcare and saw him off to the side alone, I ached! Every-time I heard children his age and younger communicate their needs or express themselves, I ached! When my job security became jeopardized by my parental responsibilities, I ached! When my financial stability became insufficient to my son's needs for treatments; special dietary necessities; doctor appointments, and more, I ached. And when he looked at me as if searching for information; understanding; guidance; or any form of communication he could grasp...I ACHED!
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IN THAT MOMENT...
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The storm of hopelessness was raging and intense, and the foundation of my "being" felt unstable. In my haste, I ran and hid in a dark place ready to concede to the irrevocable damages to come. From the HEAVENS my Grandma reminded me what she told me as a child, "What are you hiding from? This is GOD's storm...HE's in charge of the Heavens and the Earth! If this storm was meant to kill you...there is no place to hide...YOU GOT TO TRUST GOD THROUGH THE STORM"!
PEACE BE STILL

The refreshing reminder of my Grandmother's words catapulted me to my knees, and I sought refuge in the arms of my Heavenly Father! At times I cried softly...other times I wailed! I turned to HIM with all of my worries...my fears...and my pain! When the sorrow stopped flowing from my heart and the pleas evolved into request for understanding and direction...GOD gave me the tools and a map to the maze that hid my son, and I committed myself to the task of finding him and staying connected...No matter how intense the storm!
MATTHEW 8:24-27
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24 Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping. 25 The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!” 26 He replied, “You of little faith, why are you so afraid?” Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm. 27 The men were amazed and asked, “What kind of man is this? Even the winds and the waves obey him!”
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THE PYRAMIDS OF GIZA

For me, understanding my child's autistic spectrum is like an archaeological excavation! Archaeologist use excavations as a means to understand the process of the human past, and I had to apply a similar process to study and understand my son's present! I had to explore what was beneath the surface of his shell systematically, and seemingly, 1 centimeter at a time. The work was and is often slow, tedious, specific, and portioned. I worked through stages of observations and discoveries, made journal entries took mental-notes, and tested my theories. Some outcomes proved to be authentic some false-positives. I had to create strategies to counter any rejected attempts of entry I encountered along my excavation, and even got stuck a time or two in the trenches. Though digging yourself out of a trench can be a slippery slope, it also allows you to think through a process, heightens your awareness, and strengthens your resolve! Plus...the FINDS...the sweet discoveries inside each Treasure Chest is so gratifying that eventually I failed to notice some of the times I got stuck. Mainly because of the TREMENDOUS progress being made, and the abundance of connectivity I gained from the work! I even learned how to make the best out of a stagnant situation. We still endure the daily challenges of autism, and unfortunately the maze that hides him changes without notice, so I can't rely on the same path to take me where I want. Add on the regular teenager challenges, and I often get lost trying to identify and differentiate the two...but...each day I am still optimistic about his potential!
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I am learning that you have to be consistent, you can't push or pull, there is absolutely no shoving or any forceful actions. You have to apply a level of patience you never thought fathomable, and hydrate on GOD! You will need to be restored to maintain a healthy balance along your on excavation!
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"There truly is a different SHINE..
to a Diamond found in the rough"
3 SIDES TO A TRIANGLE? SURE...BUT 3 ANGLES TOO!

SIDE 1
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School presented far more challenges than I had anticipated! There where "triggers" that I had not factored into our early developmental learning stage and thus had no strategy to counter. Things like transitioning him into a larger, noisier, faster-paced environment. One with more students than daycare and less teachers, which meant less one-on-one. It was sensory overload, and my son struggled to balance it all. He was still very limited with auditory input and output, so there were challenges in following the routines of lunch, recess, bathroom breaks, daily instructions, etc. He struggled with social adaptation and school drills which resulted in the development of new more complicated "traits". He was also failing to make a connection with his work assignments, and focusing became an issue.
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ANGLE 1
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I became my son's "security blanket" a reminder that he was safe and that he could do this! To help him transition to class I walked him to his homeroom class every morning and used that time for "pep talks" and to organize his daily agenda. I became a volunteer parent at his school (you'd be surprised by the things you see and learn "behind the scenes); We synchronized time with event and even conducted "unscheduled" fire drills, tornado drills, and alarms! I got creative with work assignments using play-doh; paints/brushes/canvas; became a "one mom show" by acting out some of the assignments...including dressing for the part!
SIDE 2
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The biggest surprise for me, and this is not a reflection on all educators and administrators...I mean no disrespect, but merely to be honest about my experience early-on, but the biggest surprise were the challenges I encountered from my son's school administration and some teachers! I endured opposition, deception, betrayal, and retaliation! IEP requirements (co-teach; small group; one-on-one, etc.) were not being provided, in fact they were being changed. Teaching methods agreed on were not being used, and behavioral concerns weren't reported (crying spells; outburst to sounds in classroom and alarms/drills. and the unauthorized use of a weight jacket). I had a teacher accuse him of biting and scratching her to validate their attempt to transfer him to a school for students with non-functioning capabilities (it was later proven that these incidents never happened and I had him transferred out of her class). I had to conduct meetings with school board members, the administration, and outside counsel. I had to contact the State Board of Education and Washington D.C. Dept. of Education. I was branded with a reputation of "no non-sense" and "non flexible" when it came to accountability, and got banned from entering the school (though I was able to get that decision overturned). I had to wear several hats during his elementary years, but we got through it all!
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ANGLE 2
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I became my son's "advocate"! I stopped taking for granted things I was being told and started paying more attention to what my son "showed" me. When he demonstrated at home that he didn't understand his homework assignments, I began to question how it was being taught to him at school. I questioned if the plan outlined in his IEP was being followed, which lead to me "dissecting" past and present IEP goal achievements and compared them to what he could demonstrate at home. When the achievements failed to add-up, I began requesting documents to show how those achievements where being measured. I stepped-up our communication exercises, and requested parent-teacher conferences when he began to communicate (in fragments) a "situation" that happened in class. Which is how I discovered (not advised by the school) that my son had been the target of severe bullying, and after failing to implement the regulations bound by State Law, I had to physically remove him from school until they provided a safe Free Appropriate Public Education. Despite being forced to be home, we turned in every work assignment given to the students who could safely attend school!
SIDE 3
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Middle school however was a FANTASTIC experience! We still faced the challenges of his autistic spectrum and added to them newly developed sensory-outburst and so forth as a result of elementary school problems, but the teacher's and the administrator's were the change makers! They were rolling out a new program for kids on the autistic spectrum and the classrooms were small and structured. Teachers listened and implemented suggested strategies and worked with me with assignments and kept me updated on changes and concerns. Not only did my son actually meet goals set in his IEP, but he met academic requirements and did extremely well on testing expectations. He had an exceptional Speech instructor who's lessons prepared my son for experiences beyond school. Collectively, every person that came in contact with my son during his middle school years played a huge role in preparing him for high school, which is where we are today!
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ANGLE 3
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I learned how to trust again!! What I wanted for my son academically...this school wanted for him. The administration and teacher's wanted to heal the scars we were left with from the previous events, and show us that they could/would deliver on things we discussed in private. THEY DID NOT FAIL! THE ONLY ANGLE NEEDED...WAS ONE OF TRUST!
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R.S.V.P...
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Resilience!
Sacrifice!
Vigilance!
Perseverance!