Guest Post: My Sister
My middle sister put up a post on Facebook last night about her visit (with her children) this summer, and my reactions. I asked her (a few minutes ago as I’m writing this) if I could post it here, and she said “Sure!” I thought it might be nice to pass on how she has seen some things. 🙂 Included are the pictures she used to show this.
I’m having a bit of an introspective evening. I was going through my pictures on my phone and came across these ones from this summer. These pictures of my older sister, Trudy, are full of meaning to those who know us. Trudy was diagnosed a few years back with autism. This means that my sister has lived most of her life not knowing why her mind works the way it does. It hasn’t been an easy road for her. It has been challenging for Trudy to be in loud, high energy, emotionally demanding situations. My three children, her niece and nephews, are just that. Loud, energetic, and very emotional.
Since her diagnosis, my parents have fought for her to have access to the appropriate services. She has worked very hard to get to the point that she’s at today.
These pictures show my big sis embracing the tornadoes that are my children. The joy on her face while playing with Milo melts my heart. She and Zoe relate through books. I love the looks on their faces as they realize, simultaneously, that I’m taking their picture. She and Danny would read together and she was there, fully present in the moment with him. Looking at these pictures brings tears to my eyes. Happy tears.
I have always wondered if the different forms of therapy offered for autism made that much of a different. The proof is in the pictures. It really does. Trudy has come so far in the last few years and I am very proud of her. I felt the need to share my pride with you.
If you’re still looking for that perfect gift for someone, maybe think about donating to your local Autism Society. They make a difference.
Trudy is very open about her journey with autism, so I know she won’t mind me sharing my ramblings.
I had to admit that after they went home, I spent a week hiding out in my apartment to recover – but it was so worth it, getting to spend time with them.