Someone recently told me I need to stop accepting my children’s autism and start fighting to find a cure. Let me be super clear where I stand on this: There’s nothing to cure because autism isn’t a disease—it’s a divergence. A few years ago, when both of my babies were diagnosed, my fear and negligence would’ve told me otherwise. If given the chance, I would have laid them at the feet of Jesus and begged for a fix. (Spoiler alert: they never needed healing. I did.) Autism adds extra challenges for my kids, but who on this earth hasn’t suffered? That’s not specific to disability. It’s the side effect of a broken world. No one gets through it unbroken. Is it hard to watch my children struggle with simple tasks? Absolutely. Which is why we provide them with language and behavioral therapies. It’s why pennies are saved for their future, whether they live independently or always with me. But accepting them as autistic doesn’t mean I don’t support them. I’d argue acceptance is actually the grandest gesture of support possible. Neurodiversity isn’t a disease, and I don’t wish autism away because if I did I’d be wishing away my babies. There’s nothing to cure except a world which doesn’t value different kinds of beauty. #autismacceptance #autisminclusion #specialneedsmom #autismblog #autismmom #neurodivergent