I have been having a rough couple of days. I guess the best way to describe it is processing information about autism and how it relates to me. At first, I was feeling upset and overwhelmed. Then, I felt angry about how so many people didn’t see the signs, but at the same time, I didn’t see them either. Last night, I was riding home with my husband from a Christmas event, and I found some clarity.
Anxiety disorder, OCD, dyslexia, and autism don’t define who I am, they can’t change anything about me, and they certainly don’t me that I am broken. They do give me the power to name put a name to what’s going on with me. When I can name my behaviors, then when I feel overwhelmed and out of control, I can put the experience in perspective. I can let the experience flow over me and embrace it instead of wanting to fight it or avoid it.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
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