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Jan 28
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by Jess

The phone rings. I don’t recognize the number but pick it up anyway. The woman with the southern accident on the other end tells me how she is not a solicitor. She thanks me for my recent contribution to the children’s hospital. She tells me what my measly donation will do. I feel guilty that I did not give more but I just don’t have it to give. She talks about what they can do with more money. I listen not wanting to be rude. Besides I am thinking of a nice way to tell her no, a word I have a hard time with. Finally she pauses.

I realize I have not really been listening and I am not sure what she has just asked me. The woman repeats herself. “We need your help. Just think what your money can do. We need money for medical expenses, equipment and treatments until they can find cures for childhood diseases. Can you image if your child had Cancer, AIDS or AUTISM!” My heart stops. Did she just lump Autism into the same group as Cancer and AIDS? Perhaps I did not hear right. Yes that is it I was not hearing right.

I tell the woman on the other end that yes I can image my child having Autism because he does. And then she says it…

“I am so sorry!”

I don’t remember what she said after that because my blood pressure started rising and my head started spinning. The words just came out, and I must admit they were not soft or polite. “Why?” I asked her.  She very confusedly replied, “Excuse me?” “Why are you sorry for me that my son has autism?” I could almost hear the pages turning of her book as if she would find the answers to what this crazy woman on the other end was saying inside her sales manual.

“I am not sorry!” I continued. “Autism is a disorder not a disease. It’s an adjective in our home. Something that helps describe my boy, not define him. Are you sorry he has brown hair? Are you sorry he is right-handed?” The line grew quiet.

I knew it was not fair to do this to her but I was having a day and well she called at the wrong time. She called right after my boy had just finally calmed down from a doozie of a meltdown. She rang my house after an hour of screaming and tears and flapping. She phoned after 60 minutes of me feeling helpless about not being able to make things better for my child. But throughout the entire episode… not once did I feel SORRY for my son. Sorry is what you say when someone passes away or you are trying to right a wrongdoing. There is nothing WRONG with my boy and he is very much ALIVE!

Sure I hate seeing him hurt and yes I wish I had the tools to make it better when he does. But I don’t pity my boy or look down on him or his Autism as if they make him any less a person. And if I, his mother, the person who would do anything for him, the woman who physically hurts when he does… if I do not feel sorry for him, well I will be damned if I was about to let this CALLER do it!

And that is exactly what I told her to! The phone grew quiet. And then she said it again…

“I am sorry!”

But this time she said it as a way of righting a wrong doing not because she grieved for my boy! Without a further word we both hung up. And I cried!

People often look at me funny and wonder why I do what I do. This is why. This is why I push and I talk and I write and I do whatever I can. So that one day when I say my boy has brown hair and hazel eyes, is right-handed and has autism, I will not hear…

“I’m SORRY!”

BIO: Sharon Fuentes is the author of the book The Don’t Freak Out Guide to Parenting Kids with Aspergers (Spring 2013), and proud mom of two who has mastered the art of writing run-on-sentences between the hours 7:30am-2:35pm Mon-thru-Fri; unless there is a snow day, then just forget about it!  Check out Sharon’s Blog: Mama’s Turn Now or email her at: mamasturnnow@hotmail.com.

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2 Responses to “Please do not tell me you are SORRY my son has Autism!”

  1. I’d love to know what hospital it was who is doing this fundraising and who wrote the script that the callers are using! Lumping those diagnoses together like they were the Black Plague is ignorant, at best.

    On another note, you should be aware that it is part of Southern Culture to apologize for any tiny offense made, but never admit you were truly wrong or that you didn’t know something. The caller could have saved face with: “I admit I don’t know much about Autism and I am sorry if I offended you; that was not my intent.”

    I’ve heard, “Oh, I’m sorry,” from well-meaning folks many times. I shrug it off because they just don’t know better. They don’t realize that it’s part of someone, like you pointed out. I try to educate people, as best I can, when they seem open to it. Other times, people are happy in their ignorance, fear and hate – those are the people who I feel sorry for.

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  2. Wow… I just don’t know if I could have been as calm and eloquent as you. I’d be afraid my cursing like a sailor would come out and it would have been all over. Keep fighting the good fight – we will educate people – even if we have to do it one person at a time :)

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