I lived my life in a way that I thought was normal. I was supposed to get married and have a child. That is what I always wanted. A perfect husband. A perfect child. Just like in the movies. In fact, though, my movie wasn’t perfect. My husband and I had a hard time adjusting to the role of being parents. We faced a Divorce. We faced the possibility of our son not being typical. We faced my ex-husband having Cancer and ultimately we faced his death.
I found myself at age 41 without my partner and raising a 10-year-old boy by myself who was diagnosed with Aspergers Syndrome. I was led to believe by some experts and people in our society that my son was going to face a life of dependency on me. That he would most likely not thrive and live a typical life. This was a scary thought. As the fear crept in it could have had the potential to hijack my life, I made a conscious choice to not accept these undesirable circumstances to become my final reality. I put together a team of support for him and myself. I got really curious about the concept of “letting go”. We hear that term all the time. You have to “let go” and then you will heal. I always wondered about that. Yes, let go….but how do you do that? There must be a process. There must be a handbook. Where are the tools?