My DH and I are also weird so we feel very homey in our little bubble with our DS (3.5) with Autism. Then we go to his SN preschool and everything is a-ok and cozy there. And then, like you said, going out into the world can sometimes suck. DH and I think DS is perfect and DH is very comfortable and proud of DS in any circumstance, but I'm the one who is very guarded with information and to whom/when to give it. I absolutely despise DS getting judged by people I know---friends coworkers family---but the regular public I could give a damn, mostly.   I've all but run-off my entire family to protect my little happy bubble. They are hurt, it hasn't been pretty and it's cost me some dignity and I'm not sure how long this will last or be healthy. On the other hand, it could be the healthiest thing ever--the people who are now not talking to me are the people who have hurt me in my life and I don't need them further hurting me or my family. But the guilt cycle is certainly there---these people have always controlled me with guilt, and still are, I don't know how to stop it.
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I resent that the kids of my closest friends are perfectly typical, if not advanced. DS's teachers are so helpful to our family, they are always telling me how smart DS is, THEY see it, but the common person/friend/grandparent hears his speech and checks him off as "fucked up." *I'm* the college grad, *I'm* the neurotic but moderately cerebral one, *I'm* the one who is supposed to have the nerdy brainy artsy prep-school kid. Not my goofy spacey friend S. whose child is 9 days older than mine and 9 million times more normal, how is this at all fair???? (God bless S., but sheez.)
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The one thing that helps me keep it all together and in perspective-----I see these heartbreaking stories about infertile women, women who've never carried to term, mothers of children incredibly more disabled than mine---and I realize how lucky I am. The anger of a heartbroken mother, pleading with others to never say "it's for the best" to someone after a miscarriage, that having any baby in your arms is better than none, then I'm reminded how fortunate I am to be this little guy's mom, and I am forever proud of him!!
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