I have two sons with autism. My oldest son, Jared, is six yrs. old. He was diagnosed when he was two. It took over a year to discover what was going on with him. We went to many different doctors to try and figure it out. But, they all told us that he was healthy and that he was fine. Even though he was jumping off the couch head first and repeated it about twenty times, banging his head on anything and everything, and had no vocabulary.

It was only when we put Jared into birth to three classes (at home), did we discover that he had autism. His therapists told us that we needed to see a pediatric neurologist. After we went and saw the doctor. I not only cried ,but i also had to look it up on the internet. Ever since then every day is not only different but is also a learning experience. Jared is very unique. He loves to talk to pieces of hair, spots on the walls, and anything that is around him. He is a also (according to his classmates) a weatherman. He informs everyone when it is going to snow, rain, or if there is something coming on the radar. It has been a little over four years since he was diagnosed with autism. And even though there are those moments that are very difficult to deal with. I love him and I honestly can not imaqine my son any other way.

My youngest son Jacob, age 5, was also diagnosed at the age of two. It was easier for us the second time around. We knew who to call, which people to go see and so on. Jacob is completely different from is brother. Jacob has a vocabulary that is increasing everyday, although he is more difficult to handle. He loves to do the repetitive things like, taking toys and throwing all of them down the stairs. Even though we tell him every two minutes to stop. But, for some odd reason (one in which i will never know), he has to do it. Or, why he has to jump from the couch to the big pile of pillows five feet away.

Both of my sons are different from each other, but they are the same in some ways, like sensory issues. Their heads can not have water on it, nor a hair cut, a hat. Their hands can not have anything on them, stickiness, gloves, water, etc. But, they are my boys and I love them. And I don't care what other people may say.