My Story

Our beautiful little son was diagnosed with autism in December 2007 at a little over two-years-old. It was as if one day we were all doing great, and then the next day we were in turmoil. When he was 22-months-old, over a period of about three weeks, we watched him change before our very eyes. There were a few little signs along the way as we look back on it, but there was very little indication there was something wrong until he just began to regress.

Learning about autism was confusing. So many websites and books talked about how it was “devastating, incurable, and lifelong–with no cause or cure.” Those aren’t words that bring hope to a parent. The doctors weren’t very helpful either. The examples of autistic kids seemed extreme. “That isn’t Josiah. It has to be something else,” we said. Well, there’s a spectrum and autism affects kids in different ways from mild to extreme. I started reading everything I could and got my hands on information that would bring hope: early intervention through a therapy called ABA and Applied Verbal Analysis, a changed diet and biomedical treatment to get our child’s immune repaired and heavy metals removed. I’m hearing that there really is hope, and we’re going after it with everything we’ve got.

 But, my real hope is in God, who I am putting my trust and faith in to bring healing and wholeness to my son. I will do everything I can do, and I’m praying for God to do what only he can do for our son’s future. In this blog, I will tell our story, our struggles, useful information, and hopefully hope to give strength to those who need it who are faced with a diagnosis of autism and don’t know what to do with those emotions.