My son Max was officially diagnosed with Autism on December 2, 2008. He was 2.5 years old. Press fast forward to April 2, 2013 and he is turning seven in just a few weeks. The intense sadness of the initial diagnosis has faded, and I have started to come to terms with what it is to have a child with Autism. I could spin a happy tale of how much I've learned by having a son with special needs, and how I'm a better person for it. And sunshine! And roses! Or, I could dwell on how incredibly hard it is to parent a little boy who has faced challenges at every turn. I could sing a song of woe outlining the heartbreak, tears, exhaustion and anxiety that seem imbedded in my very being. In truth, it's a little of column A and a little of column B, and each day I do a balancing act between the two....Read more on iVillage.ca
