This one is personal.
It’s not research-based. It’s not a textbook explanation. It’s not even a perfectly worded letter. It’s just truth — mine, at least.
A few days ago, I had an honest moment with myself. One of those “let it out” nights. The kind where you cry quietly — not because anything new happened, but because everything old is still present.
And what came out was this.
💌 To the Person Who’s Tired
To the person who has googled autism more times than they’ve googled anything else.
To the person whose phone is full of tabs about behaviour management, sensory meltdowns, and hope.
To the one who wonders if they’re doing enough.
To the person who wonders if their presence matters.
I see you.
🧸 To the Parent
Your strength is not in doing everything right — it's in showing up.
Even when exhausted. Even when confused.
Even when you cry in the bathroom just so your child won’t hear.
Thank you for staying.
🧠 To the Teacher
The fact that you’re reading, learning, adjusting — that already makes you one of the good ones.
Thank you for your patience.
Thank you for not giving up when communication is hard.
You may never hear “thank you” in the way you expect, but your efforts are felt in deeper ways.
To the Sibling
Ah.
No one really checks on you, do they?
You’re not the “main character” in the story, but you carry a lot.
You understand meltdowns, silence, missed family events, and the way people stare — more than most.
This is me, from one sibling to another:
I see you. And I’m praying healing finds you too.
💭 If You’re Reading This…
Then maybe, like me, you’re tired of pretending everything’s okay when it’s not.
Maybe you’re burnt out from being strong, researching, hoping, trying to help — and maybe you’ve just never heard “thank you.”
So here it is:
Thank you.
Not for being perfect, but for caring.
For loving someone on the spectrum.
For choosing them — daily.
🧎🏽♀️ And to God...
You saw me writing this. With tears in my eyes and prayers in my heart.
You see the families. The teachers. The siblings. The souls in between.
Please, God… heal the broken places. Refill the empty cups.
Give us the grace to keep choosing love.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” — Psalm 34:18
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