juggling ballsBecause there is no known cause or cure for autism, you receive your child’s diagnosis and wonder …. how did it happen and why? I blogged about this in my “Looking Back….Moving Forwards” post.

And then, you can’t help it….you look within yourself and your partner. You play a guessing game.

Hubby, for example, has always been quoting virtually whole scenes from Fawlty Towers or Jasper Carrott sketches. Something will remind him, and off he goes….it’s endearing at first, but after over ten years, I’ve heard them countless times. He always has to be early for everything, he’ll say he’s leaving at, say, 8.15am and then leave 10 minutes before. To be fair, he’s got his own business and is extremely self-disciplined.

And my family…Dad and three of my sisters are all accountants. Not for me, way too boring (not that I am knocking anyone who does accountancy, it just wasn’t for me). I check the back door is locked before we go out and then re-check it. And then wonder if I definitely locked it as we walk to school. ¬†Always drink my water in gulp multiples of 2!

And we are both extremely stubborn, but then that is a bonus, it will also stem into determination to get things done.

I could see traits in T for years before we got an official diagnosis in April 2013, part of me didn’t want to “label” him, a bigger part knew that with secondary school looming, we (and he) needed to know.

I guess when the genes balls were juggling for my lovely children, they just collided a bit more, or fitted together a bit too closely. D more so than T.

Not that I would change them for anything. They’re our son and daughter who happen to have autism.

Jeannette x