Tino is usually a happy little 4-year-old boy. He didn't show any signs of autism until he was about 2. He would rock on the couch, get caught up in movies, wouldn't talk or show much interest in communicating, and had problems falling asleep at night. I didn't know what autism was then, so I didn't know what to look for. I wasn't exactly sure what was wrong with my son, if anything. I thought maybe he was just going to be a late talker.
Over the next 2 years, Tino's symptoms got worse. He started hand flapping, jumping, lining up toys and objects, sorting foods by color, and became obsessed with animals and books. Right before his 4th birthday, I decided to make an appointment with the local early intervention to express my concerns about Tino's speech delay. There, I was asked if my son had been tested for autism.
At first I was terrified. Not for me, but for him. I remember crying worrying about how this world would treat him, or how tough it is going to be for him. It has only been 6 months since he was diagnosed, but I can honestly say that I have learned to look at the positive side of things.
Autism does not define my son, but is only a part of who he is. He still has obsessions with animals, and can probably name all of them, but that's what makes him my little Tino. Autism has its ups and downs, and not every day is a good day. But I like to think that's what makes those good days and sweet moments so special.
Tino is usually a happy, very affectionate boy. Despite having autism, he loves to cuddle, give hugs, be tickled, laugh, and sometimes give kisses. Kisses are pretty rare with him, so when he does give them, they are that much more special.
Eugene, OR
