Autism Still Lives Here

Autism still lives here.

I want it to leave.

I’ve tried taming it, coaxing it, encouraging it to move on. For awhile now, I thought it listened. So sure was I that it had vacated the premises, I made comments like, “I’m not so sure he even has autism,” and “Was the diagnosis even correct?” These comments, more often than not, have been met with sympathetic looks or avoidance of eye contact altogether, making me more angry and determined to boot Autism the hell out.

Those of you who have housed Autism for years probably think I’m ridiculous. How could I believe that Autism would simply go away?


But I’m coming ’round.

Two years ago, when we received the formal declaration that Autism was making itself a permanent resident in our home, I did everything I could to make it comfortable. Hours of research, reading, phone calls, therapy sessions, doctor’s visits, and social skills classes ensured we could co-exist.

We got used to, even comfortable with, each other. I found myself forgetting Autism was around. I stopped giving it attention. Books got dusty, testing stopped, therapies started to wane, my writing came to an abrupt halt.

No one likes to be ignored.

Autism began following me. It would whisper in my ear at night, sometimes slipping casually into conversation with acquaintances and co-workers. It would manifest itself in my students, or appear on TV. It would proclaim itself loudly in the words of therapists and teachers and principals. It would blindside me in books read purposefully for escape. It defied my denial; it demanded my awe.

Autism still lives here. It reminds me of it constantly.

Autism likes to argue with me, rigidly refusing when it feels I have lied.

Autism likes to scream and hit and sometimes bite.

Autism doesn’t like to look me in the eye.

Autism likes to confuse my son, making it nearly impossible for him to understand his peers.

Autism likes to make my son feel overwhelmed, causing him to swing his arms and bump into walls.

Autism likes to make my son feel clumsy when he can’t catch a ball.

Autism likes to make my son feel stupid when he can’t get things right the first time.

Autism makes my son cry.

I hate autism.

“Mommy, we don’t say hate.”

“Sorry, honey.”


If I say the word enough, will it lose some of its power?

Autism, Autism, Autism.

We never know the words we will collect along the way, the ones which will forever reside within us. Autism is one of mine. I’m sure you carry your own.

Autism: a mental condition, present from early childhood, characterized by difficulty in communicating and forming relationships with other people and in using language and abstract concepts.

Autism: a resident in my five year-old’s mind.

Autism still lives there.

And I am still adjusting.

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This post also appears on Sammiches and Psych Meds.






Published by Miranda Keskes

I am a freelance writer, editor, and tutor with fifteen years of high school teaching experience. Helping young adults craft their unique writer's voice is one of my passions. As the mother of a child with autism, I also feel compelled to share our story, connect with fellow parents, and raise awareness for a diagnosis that is still quite misunderstood. Learn more at my business site,, and my personal blog,

6 thoughts on “Autism Still Lives Here

  1. My friends son was diagnosed with Autism when he was quite young. She once described to me how he reaches the same stages as other kids, but takes longer to get there. So he will have periods when he seems more like his peers, and periods when he’s playing catch up. She can see the autism all the time, but it’s not always so noticable to others. I hope that makes sense. I’m pretty sure he has High Functioning Autism, he needed speech therapy when he was a lot younger but is in mainstream school.
    Our problems come in waves. We had a bad couple of months this winter, but things are a lot calmer now. However the not getting to sleep thing seems to be coming back, which doesn’t bode well cos if it keeps up everyone will get cranky.
    I’m not sure what my point is, I guess like all kids, we are constantly adapting and adjusting as they do as they grow, it just seems more pronounced sometimes when you have Autism as well.


  2. I am SO glad to have found your blog today. My son is four and starting prekindergarten in the fall. He was diagnosed with HFA/Asperger’s last winter. I have read through your posts and feel like we walk a very similar path. I am glad to know I’m not the only one with big fears for her son. (My daughter will be in kindergarten and has already vowed to take very good care of her brother :)) Thanks for posting! Can’t wait to read more!


    1. Thank YOU for reading and taking the time to comment. I love to write and find doing so helps me work out what’s going on, especially in regards to my son. Recently though, I’ve been wondering if I really need to continue this blog. Does it really matter?
      You just reminded me that it does matter and it does help. Can’t thank you enough for that.
      Best of luck to your son this fall! That’s wonderful he has an older sister to look out for him. 🙂


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