Asher was born a healthy little baby in 2012. He was a strong little boy, lifting his head and chest off the floor at just a few weeks old and rolling over at 5 weeks old. He continued to meet his developmental milestones early…crawling at 7.5 months, walking at 10 months. At 1 year old he could point to countless animals, people and objects in books and around him, wave goodbye and blow kisses. By 18 months he was amazing at doing puzzles and shape sorting and had several words. He loved Thomas the Tank Engine and Postman Pat and loved books.
After this things began to change. He got sick lots – he would catch one bug after another with just one day of respite in between. He started to lose interest in all the things he used to love. He lost interest in puzzles. He gradually lost interest in books. Any books we did read, we had to read the same page over and over again. He started to line things up and play with unusual objects in unusual ways. He no longer used the words he had learnt previously and didn’t develop any more words. He stopped waving, clapping and pointing. Somehow our little Asher had disappeared into a world of his own.
Being diagnosed with ASD was in some ways a relief, as we would now be able to receive some support and had a bit of an explanation as to why he did things the way he did. On the other hand it was a scary moment in that suddenly we had this situation, which we were told would be life long, and no idea as to what the future might hold. Where was he on the spectrum? Would he ever be able to talk? Would he be able to go to mainstream school or live an independent life? All questions that no-one could answer or guarantee.
We have now accepted the Autism, that it is part of Asher. We are hopeful for his future and continue to look for any strategies we can implement to help him on his journey!