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I changed my mind

A few weeks back, Facebook showed me a ‘memory’: a desperate post from the day The Cat was diagnosed with ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder).

I haven’t been able to write about it before now, because what I wrote in the post gave me a real shock. I said something along the lines of ‘How am I going to cope now that I know [The Cat] will be 'difficult' forever?’

I feel sick.

No wonder he was finding life hard. Because let’s get this straight: he wasn’t ‘being deliberately difficult’, and he wasn’t ‘born difficult’ or ‘a difficult person’. He was struggling. He was finding life difficult and in a constant state of fear, frustration and confusion, and his behaviour was his way of telling us that everything felt wrong and he needed our HELP. And all we saw was a child who was not responding to the discipline that worked on his brothers, or acting in ways that - in our limited experience - did not seem age-appropriate. And the Health Visitors who preached Naughty Step and Time Out made…