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Maybe your situation is similar to mine.

I started a blog to offer hope.

Getting the right help for an autistic teen with depression and anxiety is difficult. It’s taken me years.

When you or someone you love has a mental illness it can feel like a prison.  It feels like there is no real help and no real hope.
When you or someone you love has a mental illness it can feel like a prison. It feels like there is no real help and no real hope. Photo by Andrea Piacquadio from Pexels

It was just over 3 years ago that our son’s depression became frightening. He was eleven years old. It was at age 5 that I realized that he had some concerning issues but we were told he would outgrow them and we had hope that he would. For the past three years, however, hope has been slipping more and more out of reach.

I started taking our son to therapists and specialists when he was only five. No one suggested autism. People said he seemed anxious, with some ADHD symptoms. He was always “more” of everything and insatiably curious. Each year got a little harder, though, and he didn’t grow out of the meltdowns so typical of toddlers. When he was eleven years old, we knew for certain we need much more help than we had ever gotten in the past. Three years later, I am about to embark on a journey to finally get some specialized help, after searching and trying for three long years. I still feel like we’re in a prison. But I’m looking through the bars and I am tentatively smiling. I have hope again.

If any of this is familiar, please take a look at my blog. Maybe we can encourage one another. I would love a comment, if you feel up to it. We may never meet, each of us walking a very lonely path. But maybe we can walk it together.

Comments

  1. Blessings on you, your sweet son, all your family…we watch, wait and pray as you begin this leg of your journey. Much love to you all!

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