My daughter was diagnosed with autism when she was around 2 years old. I remember taking her to regular checkups with her pediatrician and having him mention that we needed to go to a developmental doctor for a consultation.
The faint idea of her being not OK burnt me. I was worried about what she would have to go through in life. Lots of negative thoughts came rushing through my mind.
I found myself feeling guilty, hopeless, questioning if it was my fault, and worried about her future. I went through various stages, from denial, grief, confusion and finally acceptance.
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