Jeremiah was our first child. Looking back, it’s clear that he was born with Asperger’s Syndrome, but we didn’t put the pieces together until he was in 3rd grade.
Jeremiah never liked anyone in his personal space. He cried in the grocery store, and didn’t talk much. He began speech and occupational therapy early. By the age of three, after he started speech therapy, he was reading…everything! By 1st grade, he knew the multiplication table. He excelled at anything academic. But in art or gym class, he failed. He’d cry under the table, having meltdown after meltdown. The school tested him and determined he had Asperger’s Syndrome tendencies. He was teetering between on the spectrum. Having a diagnosis didn’t change the fact that he was our child. We knew how to handle him, and we taught his teachers how to handle him.
In his freshman year in high school he started suffering from fatigue, dizzy spells, and headaches. He had a sleep study, and the doctor told us he had Asperger’s Syndrome. Jeremiah and I looked at each other and laughed. Nothing new to us but thanks for confirming it. He’s a wiz at math and loves learning — but not reading the book “The Joy Luck Club.” And he has an amazing sense of humor!!! He still hasn’t developed social skills.
He’s about to end his junior year of high school. He’ll be dual-enrolled at a local college during his senior year. He’s planning his future. I am beside myself thinking about the world eating him up. We’ve devised a plan. He must conform to the world on certain things, but not on most things. We’re teaching him to laugh often — and don’t sweat the small stuff!