The kids grew up and I got busier making their time my occupation. I'm glad I did it, very few women do that anymore, full time mothering. I don't judge, the choice to stay at home or not to stay at home is difficult and takes great personal sacrifice either way. Managing my daughter's autism was a full time job that noone could do but me. She's much better now. My son too, has become an independent person with his own life. I no longer need to spend my entire day with my kids. Now I work outside the home. I no longer drive them everywhere they go and listen to their conversations and arguments. I miss that.
My husband and I told our children about my diagnosis, giving them the facts and telling them that we would need their support through this treatment period. Surprisingly they didn't say much of anything. The tears I had been prepared for didn't come, there were no questions. I don't know if they are brave or unconcerned, honestly. Clearly they think I am the kind of woman who is difficult to kill.
Then something extraordinary happened. My elusive Aspie daughter started coming out of her room, without being asked, to sit with me on the couch. Close enough so our hips almost touch. When I reach out to touch her hair she doesn't flinch, she just turns and looks at me, right in my eyes. My son sits across the room, glancing up occasionally and smiling. He is the first person to get up when I seem to need something. For the past two days they have hovered there. Irridescent. I watch, fascinated. It's an honor really.