Eye Contact

Please read this post entirely, and pass it aloong to everyone you know... Its important that we all start helping each other in this world...


This weekend it rained....Alot! And my husband, family and friends resided the house anyway!

My job was simple, entertain the kids and keep them away from the house for 12 hours both days.... Not an easy task but we found ways to entertain the kiddos. My twin sis her two boys , my neice Virginia, Hillard and I (brandon with a grandmother) went to the Cinco Ranch Beach Club. The weather as okay, storms were approching slowly, we thought we'd give it a try.... I knew Hillard would be excited to play in the sand and water.

Right when we walked through the gate black clouds were over us, no thunder. We swam for 10 minutes and a loud clap of thunder shook the ground.... The Lifegauds rushed to get us all out of the pool area.... Then there was Hillard.... A little 6 yr old boy who had no idea what was going on... Or the importance...

I literally DRAGGED him (while in full melt down mode) out of the water across the sand. All the while I got nothing but disapproving stares and glares. I learned a long time ago not to make eye contact, it hurts too badly to see the pure ignorance in other peoples faces. No other child was sceaming, it was silent...and it seemed we were in slow motion as every eye was on us.

My sister didn't know any better and sat all of our belongings at the table furthest from the exit...When you have a child like mine you learn to put everyhting as close to the exit as possible for a quick get away..... So I was left to DRAG my 6 yr old autistic son across the beach and through the patio area down a tunnel under a busy road and into the parking lot.

It makes me want to cry thinking back on it. It was something out of a movie. Really it was... EVERYONE stopped to stare... No one helped me of course (my sister and neice were busy making sure my belongings were being taken care of). But no stranger asked me if they could help. They just all stared and judged. When I would look up and catch someones eye I would say "he's autistic" I would get a sympathetic nod.... But, I don't owe them an explanation. I really don't!

In the parking lot an entire family glared at Me and Hillard instead of packing up their car.... The father said "some people just can't control their children"." My sister yelled at them "he's autistic, he can't help it! Go on; Turn around pack up your car, theres nothing to stare at here". Good for Carmen

I cried a little in the car wishing my sons life was going to be easier. Life is a battle and here he is without a sheild or sword.


Why am I telling you this? If you ever see a mom or dad with a child and that parent looks like they need help. Please help them. I know its uncomfortable to ask a perfect stranger if they need help... But ask anyway.

I know there are some people out there that care... I just didn't meet any today.