The People You Meet…

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I’ve been alive for 40 years now so it is safe to say I have met a fair few people over the years. It is interesting how the people we meet change our lives and sadly some not always for the better but we learn from the mistakes, the pain and the negativity and we move on. I come from a large yet scattered and disconnected family although I am lucky to have a few amazing members of the family who have been, and always will be, there no matter what. Some do their best to understand about Eliza and autism. I have a select few close friends that know everything about me and my life. I have quite a few what I call ‘passing friends’ that I may not see often, may not chat to often but they are friends. It’s just that lives are so busy and sometimes so very different that we don’t get the chance to be more than friends that simply pass each other here and there. Then there is this extra family that I have. A family I found over the last few years and it keeps growing. This family is also made up of wonderful people. Some I have never met and some I may never get to meet, a few I plan to meet and a few I have had the delightful privilege of meeting already. I met them all through my blog and through my Facebook page Living With Blooming Autism

When you start to tell people your child is different, it can be a real make or break time between yourself and family & friends. Within months of telling people Eliza is autistic, our friendship circle didn’t just reduce, it pretty much disappeared. I was no longer welcome at coffee morning/play date sessions, Eliza was no longer invited to birthday parties. She was different and to some, she simply didn’t fit in with plans or ideas of how a child should be. Judgemental? Yes. Lack of understanding? Totally. The day a ‘friend’ told me to adopt Eliza to someone else so I could get on with my life was a moment that changed me and still gets to me even today. At 40 years of age I panic at the offer of friendship. That fear of being tossed aside and pretty much abandoned (at a time I really needed people the most) is always there in my head. The pain I felt in my heart that my beautiful daughter was not wanted by others because she didn’t fit their perfect ideas and lifestyles is always there in my head. Luckily I have been honest and open to the lovely friends that I have and they understand why I sometimes take a while to put myself (and Eliza) back out there for things. It’s not easy to regain confidence after something like that which was caused by something you and your daughter have no control over.

A couple of years ago I started our Facebook Page. It was an outlet for me, a way to spread awareness and understanding about autism but also a place to share stories about Eliza and how she progresses. Through that page and then this blog I have met some amazing people. Some are becoming very close friends and quite a few I chat to on a daily basis or regularly. A few have even met myself and Eliza. Some are fellow page owners/bloggers, some are parents/carers, some are teachers, some are autistic adults. Quite a few are a combination of those groups. All different backgrounds, some different Countries and various ages. A bunch of amazing people. They all just ‘get it’ when I rant about stuff or celebrate something that might seem so small to others but these guys know how important it is. We learn from each other because every single life story behind each of us is so different. We share our celebratory moments with each other and sometimes our darkest ones. We pick each other up on the days we feel like giving up, we celebrate the successes of each other no matter how big or how small. We fight sometimes, we bicker (let’s face it life is extremely hard some days and we are all exhausted) but we make up and we move on without grudges. That is why I call them my extra family. I need them. I like having them in my life. I love that they want us in theirs. Some of them I may have not met face to face yet, some I may never meet in person but they are part of my life through meeting online and making our own support network.

I love my family, my friends and I also love my extra family. Because of all the people I have met along the way, these are the ones that matter the most. These are the ones that are making me, me! The ones that accept and love us no matter what and continually offer support and understanding. Those of you that chose to walk away I thank you, because you helped make me the person I am today. Such a shame you won’t get to see the amazing person my daughter is. You chose ignorance over understanding and acceptance. Some of you just didn’t understand but rather than ask you moved on. You are missing out on so much. I will be fine. Eliza will be amazing. Because we have the people that matter.

This piece was written for  ‘Finish the Sentence Friday’ which is hosted this week by Finding Ninee and mardrasikora

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Author: Julie Clarke

Mum to 2 children - Eliza diagnosed ASD at age 3. Younger Sibling, Noah. I run a Facebook page called 'Living with Blooming Autism'.

7 thoughts on “The People You Meet…”

  1. Reblogged this on h2au and commented:
    This sums up so beautifully exactly how I feel, my online family are as important as my real life family – thank you all ❣️
    I have the privilege of being friends with Mrs Living with Blooming Autism and I hope one day Eliza and Little Miss H will meet, and I know when they do her mummy and I will cry!!

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  2. The people I’ve met online have made such a huge impact in not feeling alone. People like YOU ❤
    Also I want to punch your stupidjerkexfriend who told you to give your sweet girl away for adoption. What a stupidjerk thing. Sigh. People can be such $%&*##. I'm glad you found your tribe. And that we found one another in this huge crazy interwebs place!

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  3. Family doesn’t have to mean related. It means connection, in my mind anyway. Glad you have found some of that for you and your daughter. Different is what people see and they run from it. Then some want to stick around, but by then I can understand why it is hard to trust. Only time can turn that tide of doubt.

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