R is for resilience

Voices are spilling out of the therapy room

I pause in the middle of chopping a pepper in the kitchen and strain to listen carefully

A baby voice says .. wun,too,thee,fow,fyf,sis,sheven,aight,nain,then

Wild cheering follows

"You did it.. R you did it" !!! yells H ( therapist)
Next comes the sound of a small triumphant giggling child being flung into the air by an ecstatic therapist

A child reciting numbers would be humdrum in most houses

Not in this house

In this house its something that makes you turn cartwheels and thank God

The words are coming slowly and surely.

Its almost exactly 3 years ago when R started regressing

We had such a close relationship always - R was nursed, hugged, kissed, loved carried everywhere, slept with us.

Though each night A and I slept like two protective brackets around this much loved child, we did not realize how profoundly things were changing for him in the summer of 2006

And yet 3 years later things that were lost are returning.

In fact,many unexpected gifts have come from Autism.

H hesitates on the doorway and then turns around and says " I almost cried today"

Me too

R is for resilience