When Elizabeth was first diagnosed, I didn’t want to believe it nor accept it – because I didn’t see it. She was same baby girl I had always known. I knew what autism was because I’d been suspicious for some time and had done research on my own. Some signs were obvious while others weren’t. I bled on the inside, hoping for a mis-diagnosis but quickly more signs surfaced such as hiding under the table, refusing to speak, and repetitive leg motions. I couldn’t even begin to deny something was wrong. Very wrong. Her entourage grew, we were surrounded by all kinds of therapists and teachers who helped us understand her needs and challenges. They were opportunities to grow, both for her and us. Her early intervention started at about 2 1/2 years old.
I thank the Lord for his provisions, He always knows what we need before we even see it!