How to Cope When Your Child Gets an Autism Diagnosis: A Mother Shares What She Learned

Updated on December 19, 2017
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With a master's degree in education and a son with autism, I'm passionate about getting the right services for students in need.


When my son received an autism diagnosis at the age of 4, I fell into a black abyss of depression from which I thought I'd never recover. At that time, it was impossible for me to imagine I would ever smile, laugh, or feel light again. Everything that had once given me pleasure was lost as I had no energy to do anything but care for my boy and his younger brother. It felt like a hopeless situation from which I'd never escape.

It's Okay to Feel Angry. In Fact, It's Necessary.

My son's autism diagnosis launched a long, drawn out battle between me and my anger. I was mad at everyone and everything: mad at God for letting this happen, mad at life for being unfair, mad at my friends who took their typically developing kids for granted, mad at my family for giving me no support, and mad at myself for being so damn mad. Like lots of women of my generation, I had never come to terms with that particular emotion, thinking it was bad: raw, ugly, and uncontrollable. I thought it was something women weren't allowed to feel, especially a mother.

Yet, even as I tried to dodge my rage, it was pummeling me. I started seeing a therapist who said to me at each session, “Depression is anger turned inward,” until I finally heard her. She helped me realize that by avoiding my fury I was prolonging and intensifying my despair.

Just as an alcoholic surrenders herself in AA, I relinquished myself to my rage. It turns out anger is a common stage of grief. I needed to feel mad about losing the son I had always imagined in order to embrace the one I had.

It became apparent in the early years that my son would not be outgoing and athletic. I had to let go of my expectations and love him for the unique little guy he was.
It became apparent in the early years that my son would not be outgoing and athletic. I had to let go of my expectations and love him for the unique little guy he was. | Source

Once You've Acknowledged the Anger, Then What?

As I came to grips with my anger, I became fascinated with this emotion I had long avoided. Here are some things I learned while dealing with my rage:

  • Express anger in healthy ways when it arises. Don't let it build up over time and lead to depression. Each person needs to discover what works best for her. I found what helped me most was walking on the treadmill, doing yoga, journaling, and writing a letter to the person who made me mad (After waiting 48 hours, I'd re-read the letter and decide whether to send it or rip it up. One hundred percent of the time I chose to rip it up)!

  • Take control over the situation so you don't feel helpless. When I took steps to improve my situation (seeing a counselor, taking my son to occupational therapy, reading books about autism), I felt empowered and not so mad.

  • Remember the saying: “Life is 20% what happens to you, and 80% how you deal with it.” That became my mantra. I saw some parents let an autism diagnosis destroy their lives and marriages and others who did not. A positive attitude is the difference.
  • Have realistic expectations of family and friends. When my son got diagnosed, it felt like my world had stopped. I became preoccupied with "curing" my son and expected my friends and family to help in any way they could. In other words, I was setting myself up for disappointment and resentment. People have their own lives and their own set of problems. Don't expect yours to become theirs and be grateful for the smallest of kindnesses. Don't expect others to listen endlessly about what you're going through or you'll soon find yourself alone.

As the Song Says, "We All Need Someone to Lean On."

A common piece of advice I received was: “Go to a support group.” Everybody seemed convinced it was the panacea for all my troubles. But I found out that wasn't the case.

As I sat there week after week listening to parents talk about their autistic children, I fell deeper into an abyss of despair. It felt like they were adding weight to a load that was already too much to bear. I wasn't getting any comfort or camaraderie from the group as everyone had assured me I would. I felt more alone than ever.

Because autism is a spectrum disorder, ranging from extremely mild to extremely severe, no two kids are affected in the same way. However, when attending the support group, I was unaware of this salient point. I sat there as parents told stories about their children rocking back and forth for hours, banging their heads violently against walls, and pulling out their own hair. I listened as they talked about their marriages collapsing because of the stress, their finances draining because of the expensive therapies, and their futures in jeopardy because their kids would never be able to live independently. I thought they were giving me a look into what my life would become and I didn't like what I saw. I eventually stopped going because it was making me suicidal.

Because my son was high functioning, I didn't belong in that group. But I did desperately need to talk with someone. For a long time, I rejected the idea of going to a counselor. I didn't think I should have to pay a professional to listen to my problems. Wasn't that what friends and family do?

Over time, though, friends and family started pulling away from me – unwilling or unable to help. Those who stuck around didn't know what to say or what to do and our relationships grew strained. When I finally decided to get counseling, it was one of the best decisions of my life. I needed a professional to help me with my depression so that I could function as a wife and mother.

I Needed to Talk But People Didn't Want to Listen...So I Paid Someone.

Going to a support group for parents of autistic kids only made me more depressed.
Going to a support group for parents of autistic kids only made me more depressed. | Source

People Will Disappoint You, But You'll Survive.

I had always played the role of confidant among my long-time group of friends. Unlike my buddies with their ongoing dramas, I led a peaceful existence and was, therefore, able to listen and lend support when they had breakups with boyfriends, blowups at work, and conflicts with their children. I was comfortable doing this, feeling needed and valued.

I expected these friends to return the favor in my time of need. Unfortunately, they were neither willing or capable of giving support and gradually stepped back from my life until they eventually vanished. It felt as though I had put coins in a piggy bank for years and then when I needed to make a withdrawal, it was empty – leaving me with nothing!

While it was devastating to discover I had no support system, I look back and realize the errors of my way. I had surrounded myself with friends who were great at getting help but not giving it. Upon hearing my son's diagnosis, I suddenly expected them to become different people. But no matter what the circumstances, a frog can't suddenly turn into a sheep! I pick my friends more carefully now and make sure there's a reciprocal relationship.

Take Good Care of Yourself or You Won't Be Able to Care for Your Kid.

All mothers struggle to find time for exercising, eating right, getting enough sleep, and recharging their batteries, but none more so than those who have children with special needs. Not only do we have youngsters who need extra care, we can become obsessed with ways to hasten their progress. This was the case for me as I went into parental overdrive to get results. Sadly, my preoccupation with my autistic son caused me to miss a lot of my younger son's precious early years. I became a frayed wife and mother who wasn't enjoying life.

Each week I'd attend speech and occupational therapy sessions where I'd learn ways to help my son with articulation, movement, balance, and strength. I'd watch the therapists do activities with him and then I'd continue them at home. But because I was so desperate for my son to make progress, I was behaving more like his demanding personal trainer than his soft, loving mom. I was so busy trying to change him that I wasn't enjoying him for who he was. With my counselor's help, I was able to pull back from all the activities and realize my son needed a mom way more than he needed a trainer. I started to set aside pockets of time for me to just relax, read a novel, listen to music, garden, and decompress. I also started to have fun again with both my sons.

Take Time for Yourself. Don't Let the Autism Consume You.

Exercise is a fantastic well to stay motivated and relieve stress.
Exercise is a fantastic well to stay motivated and relieve stress. | Source

An Autism Diagnosis Might Leave You Battered and Bruised, But You'll Survive!

Eleven years later, my son attends a public high school and is doing extremely well. Tipped off by his lack of eye contact and social awkwardness, a perceptive few realize he has autism but most do not. While he seems to have come through it unscathed, I'm still dealing with some of the hurt – the family and friends who turned away and the resentment that followed. But, most of all, I'm grateful that my husband and I stayed together and both boys are strong and healthy. I'm a little battered and bruised but I survived and I know you can, too.

This Book Is Full of Fun Ideas

1001 Great Ideas for Teaching and Raising Children with Autism or Asperger's, Revised and Expanded 2nd Edition
1001 Great Ideas for Teaching and Raising Children with Autism or Asperger's, Revised and Expanded 2nd Edition

When I heard my son's diagnosis, I fell into a deep depression. During the years to come, I attended all his therapy sessions without fail and continued the activities at home. But, I took it all too seriously and missed the joy of having a child – the laughter, the hugs, the goofiness. This book helps parents to lighten up and enjoy their kids while helping them, too.


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      Tessa Schlesinger 2 years ago from South Africa

      My hat off to you. My daughter taught behaviour modification to kids with autism for a couple of years, and it is draining. Patience, loving kindness, tremendous strength are all attributes that come to mind when parenting kids with autism.

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      McKenna Meyers 2 years ago from Bend, OR

      What a great attitude you have! Every kid with autism is so different that we don't know what our futures hold. My son is doing so much better than what some experts predicted for him. Perhaps, with lowered expectations, we've been able to enjoy our kids more and be grateful for their accomplishments -- both big and small. Thanks for reading!

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      Ralph Schwartz 2 years ago from Idaho Falls, Idaho

      When my son was diagnosed, he was younger than 2, which gave us a head start on therapy, etc. Needless to say, I was crushed and the vision of all the father/son activities I had planned came to a crashing halt. I spent about a month sulking and was worthless to my company and the rest of my family, wallowing in grief. But through some divine intervention one evening, the light bulb illuminated. I realized that my focus was on ME, what I had planned, what I wanted to teach him, instead of on HIM and what his needs were. It gave me a renewed focus thinking about things from his perspective and I dove into helping him with both feet. Years of work, heartache, tears, and frustration are starting to pay off and he just mainstreamed into school a few years ago with good results....and yes, we went fishing, and camping, and he helps me build things, and we shop together. We are doing those things I dreamed about, just later than I had expected. I refuse to allow him to call himself handicapped or make excuses to why he CAN'T do something - he gets treated like his sister and we expect him to rise to the challenge, not hold him back because of fear of the unknown. Every day I am thankful and amazed.

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      McKenna Meyers 2 years ago from Bend, OR

      I'm glad you got some comfort from my hub. It helps me to write about it. I can't imagine going through it without my husband's support. For too long, I focused on those who turned their backs on me and my son and didn't acknowledge the one who had been there for us all along. Thanks for reading. Wishing you the best with your son!

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      B Brian Hill 2 years ago

      Thanks for the great article. My autistic son is 15. It is very comforting to know that there are others out there who am struggling like I am. I am also divorced and my ex-wife is an undiagnosed autistic. I learned a lot from reading your experiences, and felt supported and uplifted at the end.

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      McKenna Meyers 2 years ago from Bend, OR

      When my son was little, we lived in California where they have fantastic early intervention services. He had weekly speech and occupational therapies (one-on-one) at age 3 that continued until he started kindergarten. His speech and occupational therapists provided a wealth of information. I learned ways to help him at home with articulation, social communication, and motor skills. For fine motor, he played with play-dough, peeled stickers, strung beads, squeezed water from hand towels, picked up items with tweezers, etc. We played games such as Hi-Ho Cheerio and Don't Break the Ice. When we moved to Oregon, I discovered early intervention services here are sorely lacking. They just talk about "inclusion," which is their code for saying: "We don't have the money so we just put your child in class with everyone else, give no special help, and hope for the best. " My son benefited immensely from the one-on-one direct instruction he received in California. I hope New Mexico has good early intervention services and you take advantage of them. Have fun with your precious little boy! Take care of yourself and enjoy your unique journey! I wish you the best.

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      Ruth Mata 2 years ago from New Mexico

      My son just turned 2 in July, and was diagnosed with Autism recently. I was actually really glad to come across this hub. I'm still very much in the "what do I do now" phase of things. He still isn't talking at all...which is just astounding to me, because my daughter was talking by 15-18 months. So i'm not sure what else I can do to help him improve on his fine motor skills.