Today my small boy had his assessment. I expected to be told he is maybe borderline autistic, or even that he's fine and time will see him right.
What I learned today is that my boy has autism with no borderline about it, and that he also has a moderate intellectual disability.
I think just hearing the words, having that instinctive knowledge that something isn't right validated, is both shocking and a relief. Shocking because knowing in your heart and knowing because a professional has assessed him are two different things. A relief because he is not quite three, it is early and we can get him all the help he needs and support him as he moves into schooling in a couple of years.
I have cried. Wept buckets. Because he is my fabulous little man and I want him to have an easy life. Because this is a brave new world for all of us and I wasn't really prepared. Because I remember the moment he was born. Because I've known in my heart for so long.
So the next few months are going to be interesting. New adventures, new possibilities.
But one thing does not change, and that is the fact that my son is the same peaceful, open, beautiful soul he was this morning. Along with the fact that I love him so much my heart could burst, and I will do anything in my power to help him in his journey.
I'm linking up with At Home Mum along with other parents of children on the spectrum. Come and have a read around.