As Autism Awareness Day approaches (April 2), I’ve felt called to share our journey. On January 6, 2025, Adriel was diagnosed with autism after months of evaluations and more than a year on a waiting list. My intuition had been nudging me to speak with his doctor—not because I believed something was “wrong,” but because I knew he needed support in a different way. When the diagnosis finally came, it brought a mix of emotions, both relief and sadness—relief that I trusted my instincts and pushed for answers, and sadness for the uncertainty that comes with the future.

Even as a nurse, navigating evaluations, insurance, and therapy services felt overwhelming. I can only imagine how hard it must be for families without a healthcare background. There were moments of frustration, tears, and exhaustion as I advocated for Adriel and learned how complicated the system can be. Becoming a parent to a child with special needs changes you; it opens your eyes to the gaps in resources, awareness, and support in our communities.But it also deepens your gratitude. Autism comes with a family that never gives up. I am proud to be your mom, Adriel and know that I will always be there. Love you