Three letters, just a small word, but full of potential.
My autistic son isn’t talking-yet.
My son hasn’t been toilet trained-yet.
I could keep listing things the skills that my son has not acquired, the things that he cannot do. I could, but spending time comparing my son to typically developing children as if that is the measure of success makes me depressed, angry and frustrated.
I don’t like feeling that way. And it probably wouldn’t make Philip feel all that great, either. So, when I notice things that he can’t do, I’ll remind myself that to add that simple word-yet.
Y is for yet.
I’m blogging on the theme of autism acceptance during the month of April as part of the Blogging from to A to Z Challenge.
I’m also linking up with the Yeah Write #107 Moonshine Grid. I know you haven’t visited it – yet. Stop by for some great weekend reading.