Yesterday, the final report from the psychologist was placed in my sister's hands and the moment that I have waited for the past 6 years was here. Diagnosis: High Probability of Autism. Nothing in my mind changed, Emma is the same little girl today that she was yesterday, and that is that.
My sister, however, cried for the very first time today. No, I think she actually mourned the loss of the daughter she thought she might have, in order to make room for the daughter she has now. I tried to reason with her, I tried to be the big sister for her, I tried.............. She only spoke about her failure as a mother, how Emma will never go to college, Emma will never fall in love, and the one that cut me to the core: what happens if her, her husband, and Emma's brother die, who will take care of Emma? I tried to stop this spiral from growing, but she needed to do this, she needed to voice these thoughts and tomorrow I will try to reason with her, again. And if that doesn't work, I will keep trying. Emma needs us, my sister needs us.... God will give us the strength we need. God will guide us and God will be there for Emma when nobody else can.
|Emma is ready for her recital.|