Autism.... Facing the world and beating the odds!

Autism poem: To All The Mothers written by Meshell Baylor shares the sentiments of love an autistic child feels from her mother in this special message to all parents.

To All The Mothers

By Meshell Baylor

My mother loves me unconditionally.
Even though I repeat the same old things.
My mother loves me so well you see.
She's patient when I cannot be.
She doesn't mind me pacing back and forth.
She doesn't mind the jibberish.

When I am frustrated beyond my means.
She sings, Don't worry the storm is over."
When I feel no one understands, 
Mom is there to hold my hand.
To all the parents around the words whose
journey seems like this.
We know that you love us dearly.
But having you in our lives makes us blessed.


© Copyright 2008 ASD Concepts, LLC 

Outlook of a mother of an autistic child

Written by Mary Kangas

I am the mother of an autistic child.

It is not easy from day to day. 

I know that with hard work, 

my son and I are going to be okay. 

He goes to school and therapy

. He works as hard as he can. 

He fights this thing we call autism. 

We are proud of our little man. 

We are turning a negative into a positive. 

Everyday that is what we do. 

Our glass if half full instead of empty. 

And it can be that way for you too. 

So don't give up. Don't fall apart. 

We'll all make it though with

determination and heart. 

Our kids are special, and that's a fact. 

We can fight autism, and get what it takes back. 

© Copyright 2008 ASD Concepts, LLC 

My Autistic Son

by Karen Jones 

(Middlesex, England)

They ask me” what is wrong with him” they ask me “what’s not right” 

They ask me” what is wrong with him” they ask me “what’s not right” 

Long blond hair and big blue eyes they fail to see my plight.

“They all do that” I hear them say “They all have little quirks”

But not far beneath those smiling teeth the disability lurks.

He can be a little boisterous; he can be a little rough,

Unaware of other’s cares “but that’s what makes boys tough”.

He doesn’t know how to play with them or understand how they talk,

“He’s a healthy, happy child; he can run, he can walk”.

“He doesn’t look any different; he’s the same as mine” they say,

If only they could live my life for just one hour of the day.

He sees the world differently they’d see he doesn’t know,

The simple things in life, like it’s polite to say hello.  

There are ways of saying and doing things that come so naturally,  

But for my dear son this doesn’t happen all that easily.

He can’t read body language and struggles with social cues, 

He finds it hard to interact and if he upsets someone to him it’s news.

Our lives are routine and we use cues to get through the day,

“But we’re all like this” (ahhh, ignorant bliss) is what the others say.

I wonder how he copes even though he is so very young,

It’s sad to see a child you love so anxious before life has really begun.

So I will try my best to teach him so that it becomes so habitually,

To understand the world outside his own, despite his disability.

But I will always worry how he will handle life in years to come,

And who will look out for my dear sweet boy when his father and I are gone.

But wait… why am I grumbling; why am I so sad?
I have the love of one sweet boy, is that really all that bad?