I didn’t see the value in accepting autism because I didn’t see my child as Autistic. I saw her as having been diagnosed with a word I feared and didn’t understand, and therefore was not going to accept. Again it felt like defeat to accept. It has only been a little over a year that I was able to make the connection. And the thing that helped me make the connection came in the form of yet another person who accepted me and all my fear, guilt and shame with compassion. Once I was able to make the connection, became aware of my lack of acceptance and allowed that to be, without adding criticism and judgement to it, was I finally able to begin the process of true acceptance.
Acceptance of ourselves and where we are in this moment opens us up to the wonder of all.