In a blink of an eye, life changed.
The odd behaviors, noises, rashes and diarrhea could no longer be ignored and we were out of excuses. Something was not right with Annie and Brody.
The unknown noise we had heard in the distance was no longer so distant. The noise became louder and louder. There was no escape. In our ears, the loud roar of a freight train vibrated. It was the noise an impending tornado makes right before it touches down.
Reality finally hit.
Our inner turmoil could be compared to being sucked into a whirlwind, shaken, spun and spit out.
Smack, boom, bang!
Where the hell were we all of a sudden? Looking around, nothing looked familiar anymore. Nothing made sense.
We had landed in the quirky land of Oz. Our version of Oz.
At that moment our new lives began. And FYI, we were unprepared for the emotional journey on which we were about to embark.
Run of the mill days were a thing of the past. Daily life was now filled to the brim with mystery, intrigue, anger, deception, sadness, shock, awe, joy and triumph; unpredictable thoughts, ideas and emotions overwhelmed us by the minute.
Poor Dorothy, we finally got why she wanted to get back to Kansas so desperately. Her Oz, just like our Oz, was filled with too much uncertainty and drama. (“Drama, drama, drama” as Brody would say).
Who wouldn’t want to return to an old “comfortable” place where life was relatively predictable? Just as Dorothy struggled to deal with finding herself in a new place, we did too.
If you hear the sound of a freight train, you better hold on tight to your child because you will find yourself in a place of unknowns, paying a high price for a t-shirt you didn’t ask for. Get ready to sport a shirt emblazoned with the following message -“My kid went to Oz and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.”
It sounds harsh, but on the days you are “autismed out” that thought may cross your mind.