by Jem Gedwing

Created on: May 01, 2008   Last Updated: September 09, 2010

There isn't a word or phrase that I can use here to describe how proud I am of my Aspergic daughter. Words just simply don't convey my emotion nor does typing at my keyboard give me the ability to lie down on the ground, kick my legs in the air, laugh until I throw up and thank all the Gods and Goddesses for gifting me with such an awesome, spirited child.

This is a Parents story. This is my story.

My daughter was diagnosed with A.S. at just over 9 years of age. Until then it was a battle of wits and wills with authorities, family and friends. I wanted someone, anyone to see and feel what I saw and felt from the time of her birth. I had researched Autism and Aspergers Syndrome endlessly before she was diagnosed and it seemed like I may have to give up many times. But the one thing no-one can take away from a Parent is the overwhelming desire to help their children along the path of success with the tools they have.

When my daughter was born 7 weeks premature I was very ill. I continued to be ill to a greater or lesser extent until just recently. But if it could go wrong at birth, it did. Bar her or I actually shrugging our Mortal Coils, it went wrong. I bled and continued to bleed for a week until I ended up in I.C for a couple of days. Once out I tried to breast feed her but I was too weak at first and this upset me no end. I spent most of the first weeks crying my eyes out at being such a s* mother! I wouldn't let the Nurse Gavage her and did it myself. I learned all I could in order for her to live without the intervention of those whom I already had lost respect for after what I had gone through. We left Hospital 3 weeks after her birth and the moment we got home I knew. I simply knew there was something different. She developed into a healthy and happy baby. She put weight on at a rate of knots and she smiled her first smile at 3 months. Well it WAS a smile and not nappy filling! Her beautiful big black eyes darted everywhere except at me, another thing that worried me. All the daft faces and 'whoops' and 'hollers' in the world couldn't drag her attention away from what she was looking at.

As a baby she would obsess on objects such as Pictures on the wall or the Moon. As a toddler she obsessed about walking sticks, big tummies and Planes. As a pre-teen she obsessed about John Denver (yes I know! SHUSH!) And as a Young Woman she is obsessed with Life, the Universe and all of its nooks and crannies.

It was hard for me to see such obsessions in her when she

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