My teen son has Asperger's syndrome. He doesn't like us talking about it. It's private. I get it.
At the same time, it's something I as a mom want to discuss with other parents to help promote sensitivity and understanding. Most people don't get it. If they say they do, they generally don't. It's frustrating.
My son is amazing. He's bright, funny, silly and obsessed with his favorite things. But most people only see the obsession and poor social skills. It frightens them. It saddens me.
Tonight, I again asked for permission to blog about my road traveled as a mom struggling to make others understand him and cope with my own issues. This time my son said OK. I just can't use his name. So I won't.
I know the struggle of raising a teen with Asperger's. It doesn't have to be a lonely or scary road.
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