I have called my grandson Willie a warrior almost from his birth. Willie is scarred like a soldier who’s seen many battles. In truth Willie has had to fight battles. His premature birth set a tone to fight that continues to this day.
Willie came home with a colostomy and a wound that needed washing and medication. Thinking about his screams of pain during those treatments still bring tears to my eyes.
Willie has a fading scar on his abdomen from the reversal of his colostomy. He has a tiny scar on his forehead from an I.V. before he came home from the hospital.
Both his arms are bruised from him biting himself in anger and the battles in Willie’s life continue. After a meltdown on his school bus last week Willie had to come back home instead of going to school. This sent Willie into more of a meltdown. Once in the house Willie hit the ground running, literally. Then he slid fell backward and hit his head.
Willie’s life will more than likely always be a battlefield full of injuries and scars. There is no padding the way. Self injuries and those accidental ones are unavoidable and my little man is so strong. His tolerance for pain is very high. He came home from the hospital and still jumped around with such impact that it shook the floor. This is a part of Autism. The high tolerance for pain. Some scars we know the reason for, others, we have no idea where they came from. It’s a constant search. It’s a constant wariness. Is he okay? What happened here? No plastic bubbles or harnesses or helmets. Willie has to be free to run. He has to fall to pick himself up and to keep fighting his good fight.