More than My Child's Diagnosis

More than my Child’s Diagnosis






My child has Autism

Sometimes I think Autism has me

Broken dishes

Extra large diapers by the case

3:00 appointments that never seem to end

Marks on my walls-tears in my couch

Autism has left its mark on my house

I sit for a moment in my old comfy chair

Memories stray to thoughts of carefree lives

Seemingly not for me

Glancing out the window

Moving the curtain,

the sun touches my hand

My hand that is full of possibilities

My arms that are full of love

My mind that continually thinks outside of the box


I hear a loud noise from the heart of the house


I am involved in a world that is Unaware


So here I am rising to stand up

Tired but not giving up

Loving and being loved

I am genius personified

As I love with all my heart

I am more than my child’s diagnosis



I am me.




Angela Utley July 2009

Written for my friend Sandy Waters and all mothers with a child that has a diagnosis