I look at the clock and it reads 4:00am. The familiar
screech of my autistic four year that vibrates through the house. I grope the
other side of bed in search of the person who is normally there, but I find an
empty space. I get up from my warm, comfortable bed, and pad down the child’s
bedroom. There I find a child jumping on his bed, screeching at the top of his
lungs, obsessing over the ceiling fan. I am praying to God that my neighbours
can’t hear him through the walls. I give it my best effort to soothe this child
back to sleep even if it is just for two hours. In two hours, I will have a
fight on my hands to get two other children dressed, fed and ready for school.
Thus begins my day.
In my caffeine induced haze, it dawns on me that today is
the beginning of April. For us it’s the start of Autism Awareness and the Month
of the Military Child. I chuckle to myself when the thought that both those
things are my children. Autism and Military Children. I don’t want to say that
they got double whammied, but in this whole month, we are supposed to bring
awareness and recognition to both worlds. I know that like many military
children out there, my children are no exception. In fact they part of a whole
new Category of Special Needs Military Children.
Just like the average Military Child (I refuse to call them
Military Brats, as they are far from bratty), special needs military children have
to deal with everything that comes with the lifestyle. The deployments, the
moving every three years, new schools, new houses and saying goodbye. But
behind all of that, they are also dealing with the diagnosis that was given to
them. For us its Autism and ADHD. For others, it’s a different diagnosis. I
talk only of what is affecting our family.
Through my sleepy haze and caffeine induced perkiness, I see
three children that have dwelt with what life throws at them with remarkable
grace. They each have their own journey
to go on. But they all have the one component that reminds the same. Military
Child. In their own way they have learned to deal with their Father not being
home. Although my spectrum children don’t quite understand what Honor, Courage
and Strength mean, my NT son sure does. But I see how being a military child
effects all three. They are proud. They are strong. Even the two on the
spectrum show it when they don’t know it.
So every April through the sea of blue and multitude of
puzzle pieces, remember there are military children that have autism and living
in a military lifestyle. They didn't ask for it. Many of them were born into
it. Just as the Military member has every right to have a spouse, they also
have the right to a family. And sometimes that family includes special needs
children.
Now if I could only catch a nap... That's right I am Autism Aware..
No comments:
Post a Comment