It’s been approximately one and a half year since our world turned upside down – since we learned that our boys are autistic. It sure has been a roller coaster ride. Emotionally, we’ve delved into the darkest corners of the human mind and then slowly reemerged back up into the sunshine. We still go up and down but the roller coaster is slowly changing from one of those crazy roller coasters where people feel dizzy just looking at them to something a bit more innocent, a bit more manageable. And it seems as if the general direction is upwards of late.
I’ve been kind of quiet lately. That is, however, not due to lack of news – rather the contrary. It has been crazy busy and I simply haven’t found the time to sit down and write about everything that has been going on. As a very brief summary of all the things that have been happening it is worth mentioning the bliss of summer, Icelandic visitors, V starting in a new kindergarten, crazy busy schedules with our Master thesis work, we starting a new exercising program (at last!), some very interesting developments regarding sleep, JA showing new tendencies, and V showing some quite amazing skills. So, yeah… there is plenty to talk about.
It has been almost a month since I told you that I was hopeful. That was the first time in a long time that I had felt that way and it was an exhilarating sensation. All that excitement came from the mere possibility that V might get a spot in his big brother’s basis-gruppe, a special type of institution here in Denmark, consisting of a small group of 6 children, all diagnosed with autism that is supported by 3 or 4 preschool teachers. Although there was no guarantee for the spot at the time, I felt really optimistic that we would get it – so optimistic in fact, that I became a little afraid that I might be jinxing it!
For the first time in a long time, I actually feel hopeful. And here is why…
Last week, our suspicion that V has autism, was confirmed. During that meeting, we reminded them that we were planning on moving to Iceland in a few months. They became a bit puzzled as if they had forgotten about that fact and one of them suggested that maybe the big coordination meeting, that was supposed to be held in about three weeks, should be canceled instead of wasting so many resources for such a short period of time. Fortunately, we had been prepared for the news of V being autistic because if we would have been in shock I am not sure we would have responded the way we did. Instead of numbly giving in and agreeing to the suggestion, both of us strongly objected the idea. We were not ready to wait a moment longer for our son to get sufficient help!
It was obvious she was uncomfortable where she sat fidgeting in her chair between the other two specialists. She had been speaking around it for minutes, slowly approaching the topic like a predator circles its prey and I knew by the way she now hesitated that it was time for the verdict. I embraced myself for what was about to be said and did not have to wait for long. “We all agree that V is autistic” she said solemnly followed by a silence. My husband and I gave each other a knowing look and then he said with a sad smile: “Well, we kind of knew that already”. And it was true, we had known ever since our older son got diagnosed almost 7 months ago.
Welcome to my new blog. My name is Ragga, an Icelandic 30 year old, currently living in Denmark with my husband and two sons where we aim to finish our graduate education in the coming summer of 2012. The reason why I decided to create this blog is because in September 2011 our lives as a family changed irreversibly forever when my elder son,4 years of age, was diagnosed with autism. It came as a tremendous surprise and we’ve been coping with the news, trying to adjust to the new reality, ever since.