Autism Moms And Stress

Well meaning people often ask, “How are you?” Sometimes this question comes from acquaintances you may see only occasionally and at other times it comes from friends and family. Most socially acceptable rules will tell you that you should just say “Well” or “Fine” and then ask the questioner the same. Well, I, as an Autism Mom often have an internal discussion on whether or not I am going to be truthful and if I am, exactly how truthful will I be? See, contrary to popular belief there are degrees of truthfulness.  Casual acquaintances usually get the socially acceptable answer from me and I get the same from those who include me in their ‘acquaintance’ list. But for those closer to me, whom I feel may actually want an honest answer, I spend seconds scrolling through my mental rolodex (that’s an old-fashioned contacts list for those of the internet age) so that I can answer this question. Why is this so hard for me and many other Autism Moms? Read on.

It is hard because I am constantly exhausted! I don’t mean the kind of exhausted you get where a good nap or extra sleep time will leave you feeling refreshed and ready to tackle that Mt. Washmore or Filemore waiting for you. I mean exhausted in mind, body, and soul. NO amount of sleep is ever enough. I am always on, always on high alert for the next fire to erupt, to try and read the small nuance that says today is going to be especially tough. Always defending, always explaining, always learning and discarding in an effort to give your child the best possible advantage. Most parents want the same, they want to give the best possible advantage to their children so that they can be happy and successful. The difference when your child has a disability or other challenges that set them apart from society’s idea of the norm, is a gaping gorge as large as the Grand Canyon. You can see where you want to go, but the road is winding, going up and down and around 100 year old trees, rock formations, and streams. It curves back on itself, there are wild animals at every turn looking to see if you might make a good meal, and every 2 steps, your travel companions has to stop and see the varying reds apparent on the rock to their left. 

I recently read an article that so accurately described the kind of stress induced exhaustion I live with that I wanted to share it with everyone. Back in 2009, Michelle Diament wrote an article on the site disabilityscoop.com entitled Autism Moms Have Stress Similar To Combat Soldiers. (Go ahead and click it to read for yourself) This article is based on research where a group of Autism Moms were followed, interviewed, and had their hormone levels tested. What they found was “that a hormone related to stress was extremely low”. In a nutshell, these Autism Moms experienced so much constant stress that the ‘stress hormone’ didn’t even react to the daily stressors of their lives! And according to Ms. Diament’s article, the researchers reported that this phenomenon is “consistent with people experiencing constant stress such as soldiers in combat”! Now when I think of soldiers, especially those in combat situations and hostile countries, I readily view that as dangerous and stressful. I think to myself, I am so blessed to not have to be in such a situation and equally as blessed that their are women and men willing and able to bear under constant barrage to ensure the life I lead here in the USA. You know what I never thought of…myself or any of the many Autism Moms/Caregivers who are all just trying to get their kids of the finish line like every other parent!

This month we are promoting Autism Acceptance. Many in the Autism community are invested in making sure you know that Autism is not a death sentence, it doesn’t mean a person has nothing to say, or any worth in your community. It is not a disease to be cured, it is a people to accept and learn and love, the same way you do with everyone else in our sphere of influence. And if you have an Autism Mom in your life, remember they are under a type of duress most don’t have to face and they do it daily, so if you have it to give, share an extra bit of love and kindness. It goes a long way to counteract that stressful exhaustion.

Thank You Unknown Lady Who Complimented My Daughter


Not Quirky K but super cute!



My daughter is a lovely girl (don’t all parents say this?) with gorgeous curly hair that bounces when she runs. Yet, she started attending school and became self conscious of it. Before she loved it, then a little girl with straight blond hair told her that her hair was wild and there went all the self confidence of my 3 year old. I mean to have your identity questioned at 3 is ridiculous, unfortunately this happens all too often and soon to black children. 

Quirky K no longer loved her black and brown dolls and constantly asked me to make her hair straight. I was devastated, I actually had to leave the play room purge because she wanted to give away every doll of color she owned and only keep the white Disney princesses in rotation. I pulled out, bought, and borrowed every affirming book for children of color and reminded her that mommy too had ‘wild’ hair and it was beautiful. That every single thing inside and out was beautiful about Quirky K. It took the better part of 2 1/2 years for me to change her mind after that 1 incident. Still it wasn’t perfect, it would creep up and out at weird times. She was still looking to tame it, make those curls lay flat in buns and ponytails like the other gymnasts and some of her friends. I thought her new diverse school, filled with many children of color would open her eyes that everyone has different hair and different doesn’t mean bad. It would be boring if we all looked the same, right? She still wasn’t quite as confident as I would have hoped, but I was grateful she didn’t beg me for straight locs anymore. 

Then one day while wearing her curls loose and free, some one at school noticed and took the time to give her affirming words about her hair. Quirky K came home to say “a lady at my school told me she loved my hair, that it was like hers and we were wild and beautiful”. She was beaming, I mean this would be the point in the movie where the strategic spotlight would shine on the heroine’s blinding white teeth as the wind blew her hair in perfect symmetry and everyone in a 1 mile radius would be stopped, staring at this vision of perfection placed before them. Thank you unknown lady. You did in one short conversation what I kept trying to say for 3 years! I am so indebted to this woman, as she stroked my daughter’s love of self and became an unknown part of the village involved with our children. Some might be put off by some unknown lady having such influence, but I am just thankful. I am happy she came along to whisper good news in a little girl’s ear during this transformative time. It is amazing what kind words from others does for us, even when our loved ones have been saying the same forever! It takes on grander meaning because in our minds, family and loved ones have to tell us nice things. That stranger in the street has no reason to lie, nothing to gain by being kind in the moment and as such their words often lift us up when used wisely.

Thank you unknown lady at my daughter’s school, you made a difference in her life.

If you would like to add some diversity to your library, use my Amazon to check out great books, like Big Hair Don’t Care or I Love My Hair! and uplift your children of color or broaden your perspective.

Make it Autism Acceptance Month


My son was diagnosed with Autistic Spectrum Disorder at 3 and the Month of April is celebrated as Autism Awareness Month here. There has been a push, that I have known about, for the last 2 years for more acceptance than awareness and a movement to stop leaving autistic voices out of the conversation of how to help those with ASD.

I remember the beginning of our journey as a time of intense confusion and feelings of inadequacy because many people told me nothing was different and strange or wrong about my son, but my Mama Gut was screaming he needed help that I didn’t know how to provide and I was desperate for help from the constant emotional and physical struggle of caring for him. When I got the diagnosis, I felt some relief, the relief many talk of. You know, now there is a ‘thing’, it isn’t all in my head and now I can go out there and find help for him.

There were many naysayers still in our lives who didn’t believe the doctors or me and insisted if I just – insert discipline or schedule here – we wouldn’t be having any trouble with him at all. It took even more time to educate those people as I educated myself and then to stop giving space to those voices as I learned they weren’t helping me and didn’t take my hard won education to heart anyway. I look back and know that I could have done many things differently, even those things I was assured were helpful and beneficial to a child on the spectrum. I pray that I haven’t done irreversible damage with misinformation and that when he understands or remembers, he will find it in his giving heart to forgive me my ignorance. 

These days, many people ask me what I did, how did I know, what helped, where to go, what to say, like I am the resident local mom on the subject. I am grateful they feel our  journey has spoken to them, but I am quick to remind them that every child is different, be wary of Applied Behavior Therapy and Autism Speaks. Remember your struggle is as valid as the next family’s and find someone you can talk freely with about the highs and lows of traversing this new road you find yourself on. Know that if your child is non-verbal it doesn’t mean they don’t hear you or have nothing to say. Remember if your child is verbose, it doesn’t mean they aren’t struggling with other things, don’t need your voice to help speak to the world. Know that you can read all the websites and books and still need to pray and look at your situation to make the best available choice and if that choice doesn’t seem to be working, SPEAK UP, and try something else. Listen to your own intuition and listen to your child. 

Today I can still see the loving heart that struggles in a world not always accepting of him. I can see the hard work he puts in to learn what most of the neurodiverse population expects when he is interacting with them. I also work hard to remind him that he is PERFECT AS IS. He thinks differently and that is beautiful and shows all of us another way to think about things. I let him know I see his work, his struggle, that though we butt heads over trivial and important things, I am always in his corner with love. I tell him how I don’t think his core needs to change, only that he needs to be aware the way you have to be aware of other cars and traffic laws on the road. I tell him, he can do this, he is worth it all. I ACCEPT him, as he is. Won’t you learn to accept those different than you too?