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Sometimes God Sends an Angel

I was at the bottom of the pit of despair. My precious mother had passed away 2 days before Christmas. I was sick and could no longer work. With limited mobility and income I could not get out much. My recent move was an improvement over my previous conditions but my furry friends and I still felt the stress. Most of my days were spent in my darkened home overwhelmed by life and in tears.

In desperation I reached out contacting every community service that could possibly help me in my situation. During a contact I made to Autism Ontario I was referred to a wonderful therapist. When I first called my therapist we spoke for 2 hours. During this time she offered her services on a pro bono basis. This was a great sacrifice for her as she has a family with special needs as well as her career as a full time therapist.

Since beginning therapy I learned so much about myself and why I function as I do. Finally I understood so much more of who I am. My therapist does not counsel to a diagnosis but rather the individual or family that she is seeing. She sees the person as a whole understanding the various parts of them within. Through this counseling my eyes were opened. I gained knowledge as well as techniques to help me to not become so overwhelmed.

My therapist told me on that first telephone call that she believed I would make a great difference for adults with autism. When the darkness begins to descend over me I remember what she told me and that she believes in me. For over a decade I have related my experiences in writings about various aspects of autism with the hope that someday they will make a difference for others with autism. My writings have been shared with my therapist and she is using them now to help others.

Sometimes we reach the bottom of the pit of despair with no rope or stairs for renascent. At the bottom of the pit I cried for help and God sent me an angel.

Submitted by Marilyn