
To my neurotypical children,
I worry you must often feel like my "other kids". The older three siblings of "the one with autism". You have never said it. But sometimes in the middle of the night, I lie awake blanketed in guilt. I remember earlier in the day I told you how excited I was that your little brother had his first non-meltdown haircut, but I forgot to ask you how your day was. I forgot to tell you how proud I am of you. I forgot to tell you I love you. Sometimes I’m so busy meeting the big needs of your younger sibling that I forget to fill your small ones.
The day-to-day mundane tasks I never even stopped to consider when you were growing up are all enormous challenges for your younger sibling. We work hard to help him overcome things that came so easily for you. He needs more of me than you did, and because of that, you get less.
I remember when each of you was born. It always surprised me how much of my day it took to take care of a newborn that slept most of the time! In the first few weeks, days would go by before I realised I had not showered. But I loved every minute of those early weeks, when I could bundle you each up like a baby burrito and snuggle you to my heart’s content.
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