“Our journey with David began when I turned 40 years old. I was informed by doctors that I would ‘never have children.’ Well, they were wrong. And so began David’s miraculous life!
The first few years of David’s life were incredible. He met all his milestones and was a much loved and spoiled only child. At the age between 3 and 4, things changed drastically. We noticed our precious child slipping away. His speech, which had been somewhat limited, was now gone. His fine motor skills slipped away, never to return. His walking became labored.
We saw doctor after doctor and were advised to simply ‘wait it out.’ Time and time again we were reminded that boys developed later. That he was an only child and would talk later. Still, this didn’t explain why he was losing skills. In fact, they refused to believe he had all these skills previously, only to lose them.
It took 6 different doctors before we got the final diagnosis: severe regression autism. The next several years were full of doctors. Specialists. Therapists. So many therapists. We tried virtually everything and nothing worked. David was classified by doctors as a non-responder. He was also diagnosed with severe immunodeficiency, meaning his body lacked the ability to fight off infectious disease and cancer. He would have to be homeschooled.
At the age of 9, things worsened. David developed seizures, further complicating matters. David was to never have friends his own due to his hospital homebound status. He never had a birthday party with children his own age. His outings outside the home were severely limited. Even though David was much adored and mommy and daddy’s best friend, I knew he was lonely. How could he not be?
His grandma was one of his best friends and lived with us in her later years after suffering from a stroke. She passed in the month of December back in 2017. Still, David continued to be an extremely loving, innocent, and precious child. We continually prayed for him. That, somehow, David could find the friends he so badly wanted.
Well, the years passed. Life moved on. He recently turned 21. One day, as I was sitting in our living room, David approached me with a curious look on his face. Now, keep in mind, he is entirely non-verbal and has been his whole life. I could see he was struggling. Then, he spoke.
The words came in the form of a question. He looked at me and said, ‘Could someone like me?’ I was floored. Completely in tears. I took to my Twitter page. I only had a few followers, mainly fellow parents like me. I never in a million years expected the response to this simple tweet.
My 21 year old autistic son has no communication skills. Today he asked me his first question ever. It was. “Would someone like me?” pic.twitter.com/vw1DMQN9s8
— kerry bloch (@dsmom58)