I call him a Dennis the Menace 2.0 on steroids. He was never lost in a world of his own like most cases I'd read about. Instead he was a holy terror! Day in and day out, for years now, my son is constantly instigating, defying, and WHINING. Patience is a necessary virtue to mother him. Mine is always working in overdrive and wearing thinner with each passing day. A good mother would say my son has been a blessing. A truthful one would say he's been a curse.
I came across a blog post written by another mother with a child on the spectrum. She commented about a "refreshing" book written about a child with autism because it wasn't a typical story about family resentment. (A fiction book no less. Those always irk me because to truly understand it is to live around it and experience the ebbs and flows first hand. Every teacher, principal, therapist, doctor, grandparent, etc. still don't get the struggle.) Outsiders just don't understand.
As they say, "If you've met one child with autism, then you've met one child with autism." Precisely the cause of the divide among parents with children on the spectrum. I wonder if the blogger's child ever went berserk leaving her to clean up glass from a broken window, or cat poop thrown from a litter box, during a fit of rage. Probably not.
Resentment is a normal emotion, intertwined in the stages of grief. And like many other parents, I'm still muddling through the process hoping to land on acceptance.