Yesterday, Sal posted this on Octoberbabies:
"To be totally honest, TOTALLY HONEST - I love my daughter so much just the way she is that if there were a pill invented tomorrow that could cure her autism, I'm not sure I'd give it to her. Sure, I'd love it if she could communicate better and had an easier time relating but I'd be afraid of losing that adorable little character that runs around the house naked scripting, 'Three sides! A triangle! Like Zee's!!!'"
It's been on my mind since I read it.
I understand what she's saying; I really do. I adore everything about Bud. I marvel at his unique take on the world. I love the poetry and music that is his speech. I truly, madly, deeply love him down to the core of my being just as he is.
But if there were a pill invented tomorrow that could cure his autism, would I give it to him?
Would I give it to him knowing that I would risk losing the adorable quirks, the lovable idiosyncrasies, and the fascinating perspectives?
I would like to say I wouldn't.
But the thing is, if I'm being honest -
TOTALLY HONEST -