As we enter the month of October, there is no writer in the world, no movie producer, no maniacal madman scribbling a manifesto who could create the horrors we see in our world of autism. Our world. Not the imaginary, shiny, glittery, sparkly unicorn world of the media and neurodiversity. I mean the down in the trenches, dealing with the day to day slog of care, planning, living and for all of us one day.... dying.
Read if you can bear it: Chadrack Mulo, 4, starved to death as he clung to his mother’s body two weeks after she died
Autistic child who could not call for help spent two weeks in flat
"The tragedy came to light after a coroner called on the Government to consider a nationwide schools alert system when young children are absent unexpectedly. Attempts by Chadrack’s school to discover the reason for his absence had failed."
My girls might meet the same fate. They would eat what was in the house. But then? I can not honestly say if they would go looking for any help at all, should I die in my bed. Last year, I climbed a tall ladder, and texted someone dear to me, "I'm going up a ladder, if I don't call you in 15 minutes, come over." All three of my girls were home. But they can not call 911 - (yes, I've tried to teach them. Only 1 speaks with any fluency.) I'm fortunate that I have a team of workers who help me. They'd find me within 48 hours. My girls would live.
This is autism. It is a horror. If you don't like that statement. Feel free to go to the library and take out a fairy tale. We live in the real world. Where the wolf, and death, are at the door.
We will find answers and we will build a support system for each other. I promise.