The picture above, for those visiting my blog for the first time, is my son Conor now 17+ years old. I love him dearly and he brings great joy into my life every day. He is also severely autistic with severe cognitive challenges (intellectual disability) and like many with those characteristics he also suffers from epileptic seizures. As great a joy as he is he also engages in acts of self aggression and suffers from sensory challenges, meltdowns and obsessively repetitive behaviors that are very disruptive in themselves.
For Conor his autism is not a joy, a blessing, a superior ability or a different way of thinking. It is a serious disability, a disorder, and his intellectual disability and epileptic seizures are not "co-incidences" or "co-morbidities". They are part of his reality, a unified part of his reality, together they limit his life expectancy. Those are all facts that I have been determined to face throughout his life so that I do not do him a disservice.
I have helped Conor by being part of his life and enjoying his company every single day and will do so as long as I live. I have tried to help my son, and others in my province and country who suffer as he does, through determined advocacy, by facing reality head on. And I will continue to do so as long as I live. Others can choose political correctness and feel good cliches. I will continue to deal with autism ... reality ... and love my son as I do.
