Learning to Accept My Daughter’s Autism Diagnosis

w: Johnathon E. Briggs

Learning to Accept My Daughter’s Autism Diagnosis

— September 24, 2017 —

My whole life has been filled with words—big, bold, beautiful words. Enchanting words from children’s stories my mother read to me; explosive words from comic books I collected as a teen; lofty words from college textbooks; informative words I placed on the pages of newspapers as a journalist.

When my daughter was born, I couldn’t wait until she got older so I could finally hear her voice and cherish her first words: Mommy. Milk. More. Daddy.

But by 18 months of age, her words had not come. There were consonant sounds. There was babbling (ma-ma-ma-ma). There was even dancing and humming to music.

But not a single word.

My wife and I grew concerned. Our daughter, Emarie (a.k.a. Emmy), was not saying “hi” and “bye” when we dropped her off at daycare like the other kids. A referral from her pediatrician led to an evaluation that revealed Emmy’s developmental delay seemed to stem from Sensory Processing Disorder, a neurological condition that causes difficulties with processing information from the five senses: taste, sight, touch, smell, and hearing.

No parent wants to hear something is wrong with their child. But if there is something, we hope it can be fixed or overcome.

And so, at 19 months, Emmy began therapy three times a week with an occupational therapist, a developmental therapist, and a speech-language pathologist.

Six months later, she was consistently waving “hi” and “bye”, making gestures to participate in her favorite songs (Wheels on the Bus, Itsy Bitsy Spider), verbally imitating more often, using jargon with adult-like inflection, and spontaneously using about 10 words or phrases: uh-oh, oh no, more, eat, all done, nose, push, in, pop, yeah.

This progress was encouraging, but nowhere close to the two-year-old described in the “My Baby This Week” series of emails I had signed up to receive from the BabyCenter that helps parents track a child’s development based on their birth date: “Your little one’s a budding conversationalist, even if you’re the one doing most of the talking. He’s beginning to ask lots of questions…”

But Emmy wasn’t asking any questions, which led to this question: Why?


We were told that each child blossoms on his or her own timeline and we should continue the early intervention therapy and track Emmy’s development as she approached the age of 3, when it would be time to transition to preschool.

Life went on. Emmy, a smart, affectionate and exuberant little girl, grew taller and a bit more expressive. She developed a penchant for Mickey Mouse, sparkly shoes, and Caesar-flavored green pea crisps. She formed a friendship at daycare with a toddler named Jackson. She learned to brush her teeth, go to the potty, wash her hands, count to 10, take direction (sometimes), ride a tricycle, help her mother water the balcony plants, and unlock our iPhones when we weren’t looking.

One morning, as I helped her get dressed, she suddenly hugged me and exclaimed, “You’re the best!”—a compliment I say to her almost daily. My heart melted.

I learned from my research on AutismSpeaks.org that Sensory Processing Disorder is closely associated with autism in that most autistic children have sensory issues. But I dismissed the idea that Emmy might be autistic because the condition is far more common in boys than girls.

Still, I noticed how upset Emmy would get with changes to her routine (the word “meltdown” comes to mind), how she didn’t seem to be in sync with the world around her, how she often repeated words or phrases from the speech of others or from her favorite cartoon (a behavior known as “scripting”, I learned later), but couldn’t hold a back and forth conversation.


Then, on a sunny morning in June, two months before Emmy’s third birthday, I stepped into a conference room at our district preschool and took a seat around a table with a teacher, a speech therapist, a social worker, a psychologist, and an occupational therapist. (My wife, Rhonda, had to join the meeting by phone.) They had gathered to deliver the news: Emmy had all the signs of autism.

Two days prior, the preschool staff conducted a play-based evaluation of Emmy and determined her behavioral characteristics were similar to children diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD), which is estimated to affect 1 in 68 children in the United States – 1 in 42 boys and 1 in 189 girls.

The news was both a relief and a worry. I was relieved to finally confirm the culprit responsible for stunting my daughter’s development, but worried about what being neurologically different would mean for her future.

Because the staff’s findings were not a medical diagnosis, they advised us to follow-up with Emmy’s pediatrician for further evaluation. It was sound counsel but, in that moment, I didn’t need a weatherman to tell me it was raining.

The staff seemed somewhat surprised my initial reaction was one of audible relief. It was as if they had expected me to break down in the conference room and cry. It was only later, when I was home, alone, that a swell of emotions rose within me and I felt overwhelmed—by anger, by an urgency to do something, by the avalanche of paperwork required to enroll Emmy in preschool, by the jargon and acronyms of the special education world: functional performance, local education agency, IEP (individualized education program).

Why did this happen to my daughter? Was it because I waited until I was almost 40 to have kids? I’d read that “advanced parent age” increased the risk of autism in children born to older fathers. Was it hereditary? Because I couldn’t think of any family members with a similar condition. A sense of loss gripped me, as if the future I’d imagined for my daughter had been stolen.


Gradually, I’m learning that the answers to these questions matter less and less as I accept Emmy’s diagnosis and focus on providing all the support she will need on her lifelong journey with autism.

I’m learning that when your child is “on the spectrum,” as the lingo goes, you’re on the spectrum with them, a spectrum of good days and bad, progress and setbacks, joy and frustration.

I’m learning to appreciate what makes my daughter unique, a word that has followed her since birth when she arrived in the delivery room with two traits we didn’t expect: crystal blue eyes (which are now hazel) and a fleshy sixth finger on her left hand (since removed). Like those unexpected traits, autism is just one more facet of Emmy—not the defining one.

If Emmy must be defined by anything, let it be the love of her parents who, ultimately, are doing what all parents with children on or off the spectrum must do: love the child that God gave you. In the end, that’s the word that matters most: love.


This post was featured on Fatherly on October 24, 2017.

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Johnathon E. BriggsA 40-something dad with a penchant for wingtip shoes and statement socks who blogs about the "4 Fs": fatherhood, food, fitness, and fashion. #DadBlogger #Parenting #MensLifestyle

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Six weeks before my 40th birthday, I became a first-time father. This life-changing moment made me think about my own dad, who became a father at 44. As my parenthood journey unfolded, I noticed that most of my friends had become parents earlier in life yet, here I was, changing diapers and battling sleep deprivation at (nearly) 40. I told my wife, “Parenting is definitely a young man’s game.” But is it really?

Where most of my friends were preparing for their children’s middle and high school graduations, I was mastering the art of the swaddle, perfecting the one-hand baby wipe, and learning to decipher my daughter’s gurgles and whimpers. It occurred to me that I had so much more to offer my daughter at the sure-footed age of 40 than I did at, say, 28, when I was still coming into my own. In this awareness I gained appreciation for where I am in life and the idea for Fatherhood@Forty was born.

Fatherhood@Forty is a parenting blog that chronicles my adventures (and misadventures) as a mid-life dad. It is a creative outlet for me to share my experience of fatherhood and to inspire other (relatively) late-in-life dads. It’s been said that each child is their own assignment and I believe each parent’s journey is its own destination.

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  • I live in the western suburb of Naperville, but love exploring Chicago and the Midwest with my family.
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  • I am a child of the ‘80s, so please expect references to the Golden Age of Hip-Hop, School House Rock and Scooby-Doo.

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