I don’t know what happened but I woke up one day as an adult. I had three children and twins on the way. I haven’t seen my brother in 8 years. My parents live in different states. I have no living grandparents.
Years ago, a guy at my gym used to respond when I asked him how he was doing by telling me that he had a wife, three kids, and a mortgage. He was 40. I was 23.
I’m now him plus more.
I don’t know his story. I struggle at times to figure out my own.
I see what I have. I see what I have lost. I see what I continue to gain.
I do worry about the what if though. It keeps me up at times.
What if Sawyer doesn’t make friends? Will his life be that of a loner who is known as Autistic? Will the label be with him regardless of his progress?
What if he decides to be independent even if he isn’t ready? How will my wife Kellie and I navigate the world of an Autistic adult?
What if there is no Kellie and I? How will Sawyer self advocate when he needs support? How will his siblings guide him and work together?
These are all unknowns and aspects of our life that we need to plan for.
These are just a few because once I start rolling, there is no stop.
There are nights when this starts at 9 and I see the clock at 10,11, and 12.
I envision every scenario. It’s almost like a freeze frame of a movie that I’m not holding the controls to.
That’s my reality. That’s my fears. That’s my honesty.
That’s my what if.