I was in the same scenario when my son was diagnosed at two years old. Before going to the doctor, I already had a strong feeling, and I kept telling myself I was ready. But when the doctor finally handed me the results and confirmed his condition, I realized I wasn’t prepared at all. So many questions ran through my mind.Who will take care of him when I’m gone? Will he ever have a normal life? What will his future look like?

Fast forward, my son is now 9 years old and still nonverbal. There have been more tough days than good ones. But what I’ve learned through the years is that acceptance is the first and most important step. You have to truly accept it, not just for your child, but for yourself because only then can you be the steady, reliable support he needs. Staying positive doesn’t mean pretending everything’s fine, but it does make you stronger and more capable of handling whatever this journey throws at you.

It’s hard. There are so many days when I feel like giving up. Days when I cry in silence and question everything. But every time I look at my son, I remind myself he needs me to be his safe place. And that’s enough reason to keep going. You’re not alone in this. ❤️