Fierce Walls


I’ve always been quite blunt about the biggest challenge of being an autistic parent to an autistic child – other people’s expectations. Dealing with other people’s feelings and opinions on how I ought to parent, or how my children ought to be, or both, has always been more stressful and worrisome than whatever was actually going on at the time (if there even was anything to begin with).

So over the years, I’ve built up walls. Strong, high defensive walls that keep other people out, so that their ways of hurting me, my children, my relationship with my partner, none of them can reach us. Most of the time, anyway.

And it feels like we’re particularly vulnerable to being hurt. I don’t know if this is common for non-disabled parents, this idea that simply because of who we are, we are surely destined to fail. This sometimes slight, but usually overbearing, expectation that we have to prove our competency, prove that we are permitted to be parents. Doubly so if one of our children is also disabled. There is always, at least for me, that underlying fear that someone will try to take my children away if they don’t approve of us, approve of who we are or how we live.

So I build walls that get higher and higher. I walk that fine line between engaging with the outside world, and refusing to engage with a world that judges so harshly. Between being visible enough not to be considered too strange (don’t take my kids!), and not so visible that people take too much notice (don’t take my kids!). Because we’re vulnerable to being hurt, vulnerable in ways that most others don’t even have to consider.

And my walls are thick now. Our family is surrounded by walls, and only the special few are granted access. I try to keep my family safe in those walls. I use myself as a litmus test for how tolerant and caring new people will be. For how open they are to people not like them. I test the waters. I put myself out there so that if (when) sharp arrows come my way, it is me they strike, not my children. Not my partner.

I become another wall.

And this wall is fierce.

It is strong, and it will not let you through if you don’t deserve it.

Hopefully, when my children are grown, they won’t need walls. Hopefully, they will be able to build bridges instead.

But my walls will always stand. They are permanent now.

3 replies
  1. Melody Dreams
    Melody Dreams says:

    Is your page done through WordPress? I’m struggling to create a blog and have had to call and ask for refunds, as WordPress was too difficult for me cognitively. Any suggestions? thanks so much, enjoy your writing…….Melody

  2. Meg McCorry
    Meg McCorry says:

    I have lived my life with high and thick walls around myself due to my sensitivities and difference. I wasn’t expecting the vulnerability that having children would bring when I realised that my beautiful son is a lot like me, but even more sensitive and more different. I fell into false comfort in the school environment in the first year and two years later know better and have isolated myself. I’m lucky to have two people I trust who luckily are parents of my sons two best friends. I’m happy he has friends, but every day is hard and heartbreaking for my son and therefore me. I’m so proud of his strength but sad others don’t understand the challenges he faces everyday and my struggles to try to make it better. I get frustrated and grumpy, tired and despondent. But try to be positive and fight that good fight every day. He looks to me and needs to see me do that. I need support to find the tools to do better for him. No one seems to understand. Not even his Dad, who gets angry with him most evenings when he needs comfort the most.

    I want him to build bridges not walls. I want advocate for neurodivergent kids. I wish I had the means to create a new school where kids could be nurtured and nourishes and safe. And parents supported not blamed and misunderstood and condescended to. They’ve pretty much said (his teachers) that I’m making it up. That doesn’t help when I’m already stressed out and blaming myself everyday and laying awake some night just crying and crying. But of course I’m hypersensitive and bipolar so my emotions are usually amplified.

    Thanks for your post. I will come back to this blog again.



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