Fighting the fight
So, I have this friend. I haven’t known her for very long, only a year or two, but our lives intersect in all sorts of ways. She’s an Atlanta mom, a writer and critique partner and agent buddy, a Southern girl at heart. In her own words, a Warrior Mama.
I’d known her for about five minutes when she told me about her cause, Myles-A-Part, an organization she founded to help families like hers, families living with Autism. Her son was diagnosed when he was two. He’s one of the 54 boys in America diagnosed each year — a terrifying statistic, mostly because we don’t know where these numbers are coming from.
According to the CDC, more people than ever before are being diagnosed with Autism. Why? Broader definitions and better diagnoses, certainly, but beyond those factors, actual numbers are on the climb. We don’t know all the causes and risk factors, what perfect storm of environmental, biological, and genetic factors combine to make a child more likely to develop Autism, and much more medical research is needed in order to solve the mystery. Though there is treatment, there is no known cure.
But there is help, and there’s hope.
April is Autism Awareness month, a whole month to educate the public and raise awareness about Autism, to point families to one of the many organizations that can help them, and Warrior Mama is doing her part. On top of promoting her upcoming books and writing the next one, on top of taking care of her son and running a household and her foundation, she’s also blowing up the internet. Modern Mom. Her blog and a zillion others. Twitter and Facebook. Take a minute to read her story, if you get a chance. I think you’ll like her just as much as I do. And if you or someone you know needs help, she can certainly point you the way.
Oh, and those books I mentioned? I’ve read them. They’re fabulous. Go preorder them today. Because for every single one of them she sells, she’s donating 25% of her personal royalties to helping families living with Autism.
Warrior Mama said she never got the woe is me memo that comes with such a diagnosis, and I believe her. That girl is a fighter, and she’s out there on the front line, for both her son and the cause. And starting this month, I will join her.