Anger, Adjustment & Acceptance

Unsurprisingly, life doesn’t always go to plan. Sometimes this can work in our favour and other times it can be somewhat destructive. Life can change in an instant, it may be a curse, a blessing or both. It can be a welcome, sometimes encouraged change or a very uninvited, unexpected change.

I first started to notice my son wasn’t developing as he should be when he was about three/four months old. He wasn’t engulfed by rolls of chub, expressive or particularly interactive. I voiced my concerns countless times only to be reassured by medical professionals, friends and family that he was fine.

So, I carried on as ‘normal’, pushing the growing niggles to the back of my mind and allowing myself to indulge in everyone else’s optimism and reassurance. I queried the missed milestones but was met with an abundance of similar retorts – ‘all babies develop differently’ and anecdotes about their own offspring.

As imagined, more milestones were missed, more hospital admissions were encountered and the endless optimism and reassurance from others became less convincing. I could sense the doubt in their eyes but their words were as desperate as ever. I knew they wanted to believe as much as I did that he was just ‘a bit behind.’ IMG_2447

To cut a very long, upsetting and difficult story short my son was six months old when he was first classed as having global developmental delay and neurological abnormalities.

Initially, I completely dismissed this information, searched for alternative answers and was in denial for a long time. I so desperately needed my instincts to be proven wrong. However, as time progressed the inevitable dawned on me and I had no choice but to begin to accept, well, the inevitable.

Acceptance is imperative. Because once you begin accept things aren’t how you imagined, you can start to move forward. You can start to live your life. The adjusted, altered, real version.

Nonetheless, with acceptance came anger. I was consumed by resentment and began to see the world from a very obscure, unattractive and bitter view point.

A sense of entitlement for what I had ‘lost’ overcame me and bitterness crept in throughout the most mundane of tasks. I could have easily strangled the pregnant women I saw smoking outside the labour ward without a second thought. The things I was getting myself worked up about bared no relevance nor significance to my current situation. Those pregnant women smoking weren’t affecting Oliver, and if they stopped he wouldn’t suddenly get better. Of course he wouldn’t. It wasn’t impacting him at all, but instead of letting that anger subside I let it build up into such an overpowering sense of resentment I didn’t recognise myself.  There was literally no one to blame, nobody was at fault and there was absolutely nothing I could do that would make my son better.

In order to overcome the anger and begin to accept Oliver’s prognosis, I had to begin to adjust, to forget the ideal of parenthood that we had envisaged throughout pregnancy and stop allowing this bitter parasite of hatred taint my every day. I realised that by holding on to these negative feelings I was only turning an incredibly difficult time into a far more challenging time for myself and those around me.

Adjustment is an ongoing process and in time, it becomes natural. I have become accustomed to our own journey. I have learned to forget the milestones and the ‘should haves’ and the ‘have nots’. To adapt and start living our life to best of our ability, to stop comparing it to the ideal it should have been and have the best intentions to reflect on every single positive aspect that I can daily.

No child deserves to be unwell and no family deserves to experience the grief and hostility that accompanies it.


I think I’m still at the anger stage and probably a part of me always will be. Oliver is only 20 months old so we have a long road ahead of us. I’m bordering on the adjustment line and teetering on the edge of acceptance.

The three A’s are all part of the journey of a child who is medically complex or has special needs. Like most journeys, you can take a wrong turn, you can climb a mountain only to reach the top and see a plague of mountains, far higher and far bumpier. Some journeys don’t have an ending, sometimes it is a long road that never turns. Sometimes it’s a short road with lots of turns or barely even a road at all.

My son has taught me so much about myself, the world, and life.  I know what unconditional love is and I know that it will see us through anything.  Some days are harder than others and some days are a little less hard, but one look at him and I know in that instant why I keep going.

I can only ever hope to have a soul as perfectly pure as his one day.


  1. Pamela
    March 3, 2018 / 5:53 pm

    Hello. I had my 5th son 29 years ago. I realised something was not right when his speech did not develop as it should have done. To cut a long story short, he eventually attended a residential specialist school, funded reluctantly, by our LEA.
    I too experienced a wide range of emotions -envy of others, critical of their ” normal “lives and “normal “children, who came home from school every night. I didnt have a child in order to send him away. I cut myself off from friends so that I didn’t have to hear about their “normal” successes and failures.
    I was hurt. And angry. I still feel that way sometimes.
    But, having experienced a very different set of successes, which don’t involve 20 A Stars or 40 Distinctions, I can genuinely celebrate all of the achievements which might never have been recognised as such, and which have a value beyond any Cambridge degree.
    Others may not understand my pride in my son’s successes. That’s okay.

    • March 3, 2018 / 6:43 pm

      Hi Pamela, thank you so much for commenting and sharing your journey. I feel like we’ll get there in time – it means so much more when Oliver does something ‘simple’ because we know that it may have been something that didn’t happen and it’s a massive achievement for him. Yes, the value of the achievements, even if not recognised on a wider scale by others mean so much – as long as we recognise them and have pride as parents that’s all that matters 🙂 xx

  2. March 15, 2018 / 10:07 pm

    Thanks for sharing this. Sounds a lot like our journey as well. Hugs!

  3. March 15, 2018 / 10:20 pm

    Great topic thank you for sharing

  4. March 16, 2018 / 12:21 am

    I think the topic you wrote about is very important for us parents to hear. My daughter is 5, and the anger stage is real! It so important for moms to read that anger is ok! Thank you for this! Shared on Pinterst!

  5. March 16, 2018 / 12:24 am

    I have a 15 year old with Autism and every day I struggle with the 3 A’s. Some days one is bigger than another, but I always have the coaster of emotions. Your words are so true and helpful for me to know I am not alone. We are becoming a stronger and more visible group of mommas !

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