For me, autism is like that parasite. It probably won’t kill you, although it can be quite painful. It makes you appreciate the times when you feel well and whole. But it can weaken you. On the worst days, just making it through the hours can be a struggle. On the best days, you appreciate near normalcy. But just near, never whole.
But then the parasite rears its ugly head again, and proves to us that it can still make our lives weaker. Like the weeks of tears, tantrums and literal biting of the flesh in the anticipation of leaving the beloved Wii behind on vacation. Forget that he just lives for the waves, salt water and sand, never minding the cold of the water or the bite of the wind.
And so we soldier on, a bit weaker but still fighting the good fight. Maybe one day we’ll have a pill to get rid of that parasite once and for all. And maybe then, only then, will I feel that much stronger.