"Then I saw it. A different photo. One that I belonged in just a few years ago."

I was browsing Facebook at 2am. Kiddo had been awake since midnight, again. He insisted I sleep in his bed with him and since I couldn’t doze off through the sharp kicks into my ribs (shouldn’t that end with pregnancy?) I thought I may as well attempt to connect with the outside world.

As I flicked through the colourful passing snaps of everyone’s day, I came across some of you. You looked so happy, and it warmed my heart, it truly did. In some, you were with people I did not recognise, your life had moved on as had mine. There were families, children, holidays galore. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealously; you have a freedom that I do not. Still, I wouldn’t give up my world for anything, not even to cease the karate kicks now targeting my back.

Then I saw it. A different photo. A group of you I knew from so long ago, a sea of elated smiles and joy, all delighted to be in each other’s company. And it brought a tear to my eye. In fact, it brought several. Because only a few years ago I belonged in that photo. I was there, smiling without a care in the world, completely oblivious to the path the universe had planned for me.

I can only imagine what you felt when I stopped replying to your messages — stopped making the effort to see you in person. But when autism entered my world, everything I had ever known changed, and in that hurricane of chaos you were lost. But it was me who lost you, and for that I am sorry. You may or may not have children of your own now, but when you do, they are your everything. Your world. Your priority. Kiddo needs me until he is old enough to flourish and fly. But until that day, my life is consumed by his needs, and I firmly believe that’s the way it should be.

Perhaps you will be patient and one day welcome me back into your life? I can only hope.

"Perhaps you will be patient and one day welcome me back into your life? I can only hope." (Image provided)

As I lie in Kiddo's bed, the night unfolding in front of me suddenly seems endless. I think back over such fond memories of us. Growing up, school, university, holidays… wherever I knew you from. Such bittersweet feelings arise. The memories are beautiful and strong, but that’s what they are — memories.

When I decided to start writing there were many reasons. To educate, to campaign, to raise awareness. But above all, it was so I could let my friends and family have a way into our world. For how else do I tell you? I can’t sit down with you and explain it all over a cuppa. The stories and lessons are endless. But writing — writing may just work. So I began to put pen to paper (or finger to iPad in this modern world) and let the world know what raising a child with autism is like for me.

I realise now I have not lost you, we just took a vacation from the past. And slowly and steadily I’m finding my way home. Only this time, I’m able to bring Kiddo with me.

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We still hold a mutual respect. For you must know how much I respect you. Although I have felt disappointed and despair at our situation at times, none of that was ever directed at you. For how on Earth could you have known? How on Earth could you have understood the impact autism has on my child’s life? You couldn’t. So I write these blogs for you now in the hope that one day we will meet up again, laugh through the day and dance the night away. If I can stay awake…

Kiddo has settled, this is my chance to sleep. But as I close my eyes I will be lost in fond memories of a time I have not forgotten, and one day hope to live them again.

This post originally appeared on The Mighty. For more from Danielle, follow her at her blog The Autism Diaries.

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