Our son was our first child. He was ours and honestly looking back, he was born with Asperger's Syndrome. It all did not come together until he was in 3rd grade.
Jeremiah never liked anyone in his personal space. He cried in the grocery store. He didn't talk much. He had speech therapy and occupational therapy because he didn't like getting his hands dirty. By age 3, after speech therapy was started, he was reading....everything! By 1st grade, he knew the multiplication table. He excelled at anything academic. Put him in art or gym and he failed. He'd cry under the table in art. He had meltdown after meltdown. The school tested him and it came back Asperger's Syndrome tendencies. He was teetering between normal and not. We left it. Having a straight diagnosis didn't change the fact that he was our child. We knew how to handle him. We taught teachers how to handle him.
Until his freshman year in high school, when he started suffering from fatigue, dizzy spells and headaches. He went through a sleep study. When we got the results, 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 whiz at math, loves learning but not reading the book "The Joy Luck Club". He has an amazing sense of humor!!! He still isn't social.
Today, he's about to end his junior year of high school. His senior year, he will be dual enrolled at a local college. 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. Laugh often. Don't sweat the small stuff!
Midland, MI
