They Call him a Monster

When you share your world like I do, you see, read, and hear things that are unbelievable. Things that make me physically ill.

Evil finds us. Hate finds us. Which is hard to believe. I just share my kids.

Our life. Our funny, beautiful life.

And yet they call him a monster.

They say he’s a waste. That he’s dangerous. That he’s much worse.

Just because he has autism.

A diagnosis. A label. A word.

An explanation. Not an excuse. Something he was born with.

He thinks a little differently. Acts a little differently. Moves differently.

His sounds are loud. They don’t always make sense.

And yet, I don’t see any of that. I don’t see autism.

At least not as a bad thing.

I don’t see a monster. I see the most beautiful child who wakes up every day smiling and laughing.

I see a little boy, who four months ago, was so scared and nervous to touch his brother he would cry. But as the baby grew, so did he.

Now he holds him daily. He kisses his head. He laughs at his hair. And the baby stares at him with pure adoration.

They are brothers. No monsters here.

Please see more than the word autism.

There is a whole life here. A beautiful, amazing life.

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