I have to admit it now, it is enough of ups and downs. It has been now four years that I am aware of my children diagnosis, Autism. One is high functioning and the other one more severe, in face he is not verbal yet. We have been through many things and we still do but something happened which made me more lets say, complicated.
I always wanted to be a good father. Not just good, great one. One that I never had. My father is a man twisted with his pride and ego and even he is a kind man, he never could see beyond his pride so he never had a connection with me. That connection was lost long long ago and still missing and I am not sure even if comes back one day. When I found out about my children diagnosis, all those dreasm were kind of gone. Feeling that I might never have that connection with them. It was really hurtful. But now my older son goes to school and he is doing good. One of the things that we do every day is that I come home and together, me and my son, will take our dog out for a walk. We, me and my wide, do lots of trainings with my son on how to speak, how to express and how to share and autistic children have a problem with tone and voice and also how deal with other people. Therefore there are many situations that they get bullied or hurt by the others.
We ask our son usually to tell us everything about his day with more details as he could. Usually he tells about general thing with no real specific but yesterday he told me about a child in the school who was in his words “Unkind, not nice” to him and was intimidating him by a stick and also hit him in the face. I wanted to do something but I did not know what. There was a sense of anger in the beginning and then the rush and heat of blood to my face. Then I tried to more and asked my son more detailed questions. I asked him did you tell to your teacher?
“No.“
“Did you tell any one else in the school?“
“No.“
What did you do then?
“I poited my finger and told him: Don’t you dare.“
and what happened after?
“He let me alone and left.”
Then I felt very twisted. There are things to be done and mails to be send and the meetings to be held. But he defended himself in a very civilized way. Not by hitting and screaming as he used to. It was a great progress. And he made a nice connection with me and shared it to me as the way it was and it felt so good. I never had such a relation with my father. Here is the complication part.
I was hurt and angry for why they let him in the school to be subject of such aggression while they know his special needs. I felt good about his progress. I felt awesome that he could share himself and then I was sad that I never had such a relation with my father and then I was happy to be such a father for my son.
Last night when I wanted to go to sleep, I told myself this:”No matter how bad things might be in life or in wrong direction, there is always something to cheer you up and fill you with joy and happiness.” I told this sentence to myself and cried myself to sleep. Not knowing if I am happy or sad. Then next day I told my wife about it and I will talk to school special education head about this. But still, this is a very complicated case.
Be happy always and be kind to other. Life is not worth having bad feelings at all.


