Let me tell you a story. It’s not a sad story, or a scary story, although both of these things feature. It’s a love story. A story about bravery and faith. It starts with a girl. A young girl with long hair, who was a day care girl.
Her mummy and daddy both worked long hours, trying to build their careers, but treasuring all the special moments they could with their girl. You see, they wanted a good future for her. They imagined good schools and a house in a nice neighbourhood. Her mummy sometimes felt guilty, but she loved her job and knew her little girl was well cared for.
She was a happy girl, bright and interested in learning. She devoured books and loved diving into new topics, finding out everything there was to know. She loved craft, she loved to draw and she loved her teddy. She had friends and loved to play with others.
She grew into a school girl. Her mummy and daddy were proud to enrol her into a good school. It was chosen carefully, its values aligned with theirs. She looked so smart in her uniform, with her blazer and hat. They swelled with pride, knowing their smart little button would be in good hands.
Term one was hard. She wasn’t settling in well, they said. They were worried about her social skills, they said. She stopped sleeping. Maybe she wasn’t ready, they said.
Maybe it was because her mummy worked, others said.
Term two was harder. The little girl was not happy any more. She cried all the time and started running away from school. She hid under tables and in lockers. She cried and screamed and howled. She wouldn’t learn. She was bright, very smart, the tests told them that, but she wouldn’t learn, they said.
Maybe another school would be better, others said.
But her teachers, they knew. Her school principal, she knew. Her mummy and daddy, they knew. There was more. More to this story of the little girl with the long hair.
Maybe she is just a bad, naughty child, others said.
Then one day, she lashed out at another child. She was angry and upset. She didn’t know what else to do. It wasn’t the right thing to do. But it started a chain of events.
The others got louder. Maybe it was because her mummy worked. Maybe another school would be better. Maybe she is just a bad, naughty child. A bad, naughty child. Louder and louder they got.
Her mummy and daddy took her to see doctors. The paediatrician met with the little girl with the long hair. She met with her for all of 5 minutes and she knew. She knew there was more to story of the little girl with the long hair. She knew she had Aspergers.
And that was the start of a whole other story.