I was born and it was a dream come true.
Eventually my parents suspected something, but it was all so new.

I was missing the milestones reported on the shelves of the parenting rack.
I struggled to stand up and maintain eye contact.

They read every book, magazine and Internet article for days.
They had such hopes that this was a phase.

When my symptoms wouldn’t go away they made an appointment to assure them there was nothing wrong.
They were filled with anxiety because the wait was so long.

They drove to the appointment, their car filled with silence and fear.
They drove the way home, their eyes spilling with tears.

That day I was given a diagnosis, a life sentence for sure.
My future was now different than what they dreamed for.

My parents told me I had therapy each and everyday.
They advocated for me because of what the doctor had to say.

They saw progress, but ever so slight.
They made a vow to never give up the fight.

Birthday parties for kids my age were so very hard.
When they noticed the differences, they were filled with alarm.

As I entered school, my parents tell me it was so hard to let go.
I  was  getting a little older and the differences started to show.

My mom came to school parties and saw what the other kids could do.
She left filled with grief often asking did I do this to you.

Whole class events, like concerts were overbearing.
They couldn’t enjoy them because the differences were glaring.

As I got a little older, I hated that things were wrong.
I always did my best, despite the teasing to stay strong.

I played by myself and didn’t understand the other kids.
I always felt that it was something that I did.

I heard people say I was in a world of my own and so kept to myself.
They had no clue how much I tried to be like everyone else.

I talked about the same topics and jumped and flapped a lot.
I did this because I was happy, but my teachers gently taught me to stop.

I started to feel more comfortable and learned that I’m unique.
Even though I continued to feel so very meek.

I entered Middle School and found friends just like me.
I started to understand that I could be all that my parents dreamed I could be.

My friends talked about the same topics all of the time.
I was happy to learn their interests were a lot like mine.

My differences made me special and shaped me in my own way.
Everyone was proud of who I was becoming during my middle school days.

You taught me that kids were mean and that was never my fault.
I often questioned if they were mean because of what they weren’t taught.

Different isn’t bad in fact it is the way it should be.
Our would would be so boring if it weren’t filled with people like me.

When I entered high school my life was in full swing.
I even tried out for the school musical confident I could sing.

During those high school years I joined clubs, participated in class and discovered who I was meant to be .
Yes I was still different, but my differences
were accepted and defined me.

We began to plan for my future because high school was coming to an end.
We still had no clue what was waiting around the bend.

As I walked across the stage on graduation day, and was handed my degree,
I knew that my diagnosis should never have been considered a decree.

As I moved into my dorm room you questioned what was in store .
Mom and Dad, your years of advocating for me would give me the confidence to let me spread my wings and soar.

I graduated college and started my career.
Yes I’m still a little different, but doubts are in the rear.

I am all you dreamed of, your quirky perfect son.
I am glad you learned from the beginning that work had to be done.

I am so much today because you never gave up.
Thank you for supporting me on this journey that a diagnosis tried to interrupt.

So Moms and Dads don’t worry things will be okay.
Even though you are scared, your child will exceeded expectations in their own way.

Parents the sky is the limit so don’t be saddened by what they have to say.
Use it as a means to help your child find their way.

You child will do things that you never thought they can.
In the end you will realize that this was God’s perfect plan.



  1. Kellyann Mitchell on July 6, 2017 at 3:53 pm


  2. Karla K-C on July 6, 2017 at 4:01 pm

    Kristi, I swear this was written about my son. There are tears in my eyes as it sounds kind of like our lives. Well done!

  3. Kristi on July 6, 2017 at 9:39 pm


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