Autism Awareness Day; My Sister & I

Every year, I tell myself; this year I will definitely do something significant for Autism Awareness Day; donate a respectable sum to a charity behind this cause or do some volunteer work for them. But of course, every year, April comes and goes and I don’t even remember April Fool’s Day, let alone Autism Awareness Day. I don’t have money to give, as I am forever broke, but I thought what’s the most powerful thing I could give instead?


Sure, I can write about this topic any old day of the week, but we are a nation programmed to love that little bit more in February and call Mum twice on the first Sunday of March. This is not because we are bad people rather, it is due to the fact that the focus of the human brain is easily swayed. So, whilst this topic is (hopefully) fresh on everybody’s radar, I shall attempt to strike the iron while it is hot.

If you follow my blog regularly, you will notice that this is a longer piece than usual, though I will make every effort to keep it precise and to the point. My posts often consist of mini bursts of hilarity- or attempts at it. This isn’t always what I want to write about, fun though it is, but a while ago, I noticed that my 5 list posts tend to do really well so I catered those to the masses more than anything else. Sometimes, I want to write about deep issues but I think; topics like that haven’t done well statistically in the past so let’s steer clear of them. But not today. It doesn’t matter how many views or likes this post gets, but if one person takes something, anything away from it, I will feel like I have accomplished something huge in the name of raising awareness of this day.

My story with Autism can be summarised into four simple words; My Sister is Autistic.

I know where she fits on the Autism spectrum but I wont delve too much into it on here because she is under 18 and I want to protect the details of her condition as much as possible because it’s not really fair on her should anyone she knows come across this post. In fact, for the purposes of this essay, I will refer to her as; Leah. That’s not her name. I repeat; my sister’s name is not Leah but for confidentially reasons, it will be for the entirety of this post.


Source: Google

Leah was a late speaker, she didn’t say many words until she was four, most people reassured us that this was normal; we, obviously felt otherwise. She was diagnosed with Autism when she was six. The first memory I have post diagnosis is Googling Autism and reading the words; there is no cure. I cannot tell you how disheartening this was for me. Why; you might think. You are not her mother; you might also think. True, but I have always felt maternal towards her due to the significant age-gap between us.

It broke my heart and took a while to accept that Leah would never really be like other children. Slowly but surely though, I began to realise that you cannot fix what’s not broken and Leah was far from broken, she was healthy in every other way and this was a blessing not to be overlooked. She just had one little thing that made her different but it also made me love her even more than I did the day she was born and I didn’t think that was humanly possible.

In fact, everyone loved Leah. She was cute, quirky and unbelievably funny. She was a show-stopper. Everywhere she went; people noticed her and for this reason, I was lulled into a false sense of security that she was going to be just fine; that this whole Autism thing was blown way out of proportion.

That’s when the bullying started.

And when I say bullying, I mean her being at the receiving end of it at school for being different, but also, us getting it in the neck  from every Tom, Dick and Harry about how lenient we were with Leah’s behaviour. I saw a t-shirt once that I seriously considered purchasing, it said; My Child Has Autism; Questions are Welcome Advice is NOT. It was the best piece of merchandise I ever saw online. Though you may think it an unfriendly statement, I cannot tell you how many people believe it is ok to distribute unwanted opinions like its confetti. Or how many of them would tell us that we were giving Leah special treatment for being Autistic. These are all very easy, text book words to say in passing.

What these people failed to realise though, was that behind Leah’s curiously happy face, there was a canvas of very dark and complex emotions that only surfaced when she was away from everyone’s eyes but ours. So, if occasionally eating more junk than the averge child, or watching a few extra minutes of television ensured she slept peacefully that night; then I make no apologies to anyone for our choices. I am not saying it is ok to “spoil” Autistic children. I am saying that ONLY the people concerned can weigh the pros and cons of every situation before executing the decision they feel is right and if they waited for society’s approval to make those decisions, you would have one very distressed child on your hands.

Strangers were the worst sometimes, if you have an Autistic child with a quirk; try explaining it to someone who, for lack of a politer way of putting it; doesn’t give a shit. Leah used to be obsessed with closing doors when she was little. We were at the Mall once and after we entered, there was a stream of people behind us also coming in. She insisted on trying to close the door after each one of them came into the other side and would not budge at all when I tried to move her! Naturally, people were getting irritated because she was slowing-down the flow of crowds coming in; all in a rush. I was used to being stared at for being an adult who had lost control over her ‘troublesome’ child. On this occasion though, one guy shouted a few colourful words at me loudly enough for Leah to hear and that was the first time I cried about this kind of treatment.

Why didn’t you just explain to him what the situation was if you were that upset? I hear you ask. I can’t believe I am about to (very roughly) quote Tupac but…

‘the world moves fast and would rather pass you by, than stop to see what makes you cry.’

Still, adults are for the most part, easy to ignore and for those few to are willing to hear you out; they are easy to convince. How do you convince children though, that Leah wants to fit in just like everybody else? You can’t force children to be friends, likewise, depending on age, you can never fully explain to them that Leah asks the same 8000 questions in the space of 8 minutes because she cannot help herself, NOT because she is being deliberately annoying. You also can’t explain to children that Leah’s constant pointing out of their flaws is not her being cruel, rather it is her making an observation that she does not know has potential negative consequences.

It is a difficult world to live in for ‘normal’ people let alone to those for whom it makes no sense whatsoever. Still, as a family, we try and shield her from as many hurtful situations as possible, though I know that we will undoubtedly be overpowered by a few. We try and give her the same oppurtunities as every child her age. My mother especially, doesn’t want her to miss out on anything. Whereas I worry about overwhelming her sometimes. She is a bright girl though and my family and I don’t want Autism to take away from that fact. We have to fight her corner a lot at school because sadly, if we didn’t, she will fall through a net of forgotten children with disability, because they ‘look fine’ on the outside. She is not ‘gifted’ at certain subjects like most Autistic children, if you were wondering. She does have an impressive memory though (Mashallah) and is a pretty good Pianist, in my opinion.

Leah and I don’t have the positive, sunny relationship we once did when she was younger, thanks to a combination of Autism, puberty and just the overall tragedy of the teenage years, but there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my sister. She is literally, the light of my life. I think she gets annoyed of how overly protective I am of her. Sometimes when we go to the Mall, I spend half my time telling her about appropriate social conduct, or things people tend to find annoying (so that she can avoid doing them) instead of just enjoying a day out. This may sound miserable & excessive, but I just want to equip her with as many tools as possible to help her function in the real world because the fact of the matter is…

I don’t know what the future holds for Leah; all good things I hope, but there is little frame of reference available for me to go by. Doctors and Therapists are forever telling me they don’t know whether she will be a fully functioning adult. Then there are those  who know a sister’s, husband’s cousin who is a doctor despite Autism. Not forgetting those of course, who are always reassuring me that Einstein was Autistic, therefore Leah is bound to be fine. The last group tend to piss me off the most between you and me.

Knowing that your child will most likely grow to be a functioning adult is a luxury we don’t have and this is why I worry so much. I came across a beautiful video once depicting the lives of people with Down’s that are functioning well in society. It was one of the most touching and reassuring things I ever watched and I found myself wishing there was one for Autism; for all I had seen thus far was horrific documentaries.

If you made it this far and are wondering if there was a point to all this rambling then it is this;

Be kind, Be Understanding, Be Accepting when dealing with people with Autism. I need you to know that Autistic people are complex, repetitive and literal beings- amongst many other things. If they ask you the same question 1000 times, try not to be irritated. Sometimes the worst thing you can say to them is; you just asked me that. If they recite the same story to you again and again, don’t shoot it down. Repetition to them is like, breakfast in bed to you after a long hard week at work; comforting.

Be Kind, Be Understanding, Be Accepting to carer’s of children with Autism. Believe me when I say these people don’t sleep sometimes worrying about their child. We don’t want your advice and we don’t want your theories on the correlation between Autism and Vaccinations. You want to be considerate? If a family is dining out and their child is throwing things everywhere and having a meltdown- please know, it is scarier to them and more mortifying for the child than it is to you. Sure, you want to have a nice meal out, you earned it and you didn’t ask for this unwanted side of drama, but please make the choice of being that one person that doesn’t glare or leave the restaurant in a huff; we notice when people do this and it kills us inside. A little understanding goes a long way.

ALL the opinions expressed on here are my own. Other families with Autistic children may share different opinions to myself. You are a star for reading so far. Please tell me your thoughts about this essay; I love to hear from you. Actually I have scheduled this post to be published in April (I am writing it in March) and I have just realised that I will be on a plane back home from my vacation when it goes live, so be nice to me in the comments for I will be very jetlagged by the time I get to read them! Now for some light-hearted stuff to end;

Leah’s Top Five Awesome Autism Moments!

  1. Pointing to an overweight woman on the bus  and loudly exclaiming that she was “unhealthy” and being indignant when I shushed her- “but you said to always tell the truth!” I mean how could I argue with that?
  2. When she was asked to count some coins on the table, Leah did exactly that, she counted the NUMBER of coins rather than the AMOUNT to which they totalled much to the hilarity of the person that assigned her this task. She still doesn’t know why that was so funny.
  3. The advantage of Leah’s fantastic memory, is that you never forget anyone’s birthday thanks to her. Also, she is all about the history trivia if you are interested.
  4. Idioms are a foreign domain to Leah, when I told her she was driving me up the wall once, she frankly explained; “I can’t even drive until I am 17!”
  5. In attempt to educate (a then 6 year old) Leah, I told her that if ever she felt uncomfortable in a situation to scream “help!” So once, she refused to leave the Mall. Irritated, I grabbed hold of her hand to take her to the car. Naturally, she chose THIS moment to start screaming, “HELP!” To say I was mortified, is putting it lightly… we don’t look a like so as far as observers were concerned; I kidnapped this child 😂



  1. This is one of the posts you read and exclaim in your head ‘DID WE JUST BECOME BEST FRIENDS?!’ I loved, loved, loved this post with all my heart! I’ve grown up with an autistic brother (Blog post soon come!) and it’s so reassuring to know that there are other people out there with siblings with special needs. You’ve put everything down in words so beautifully and the 5 light-hearted moments at the end was an amazing end! In all truth, I think my brother is the one who – although he stresses me out the most – makes me laugh the most! Thank you for posting!

    1. We have indeed become best friends 😁 I am so happy you related to this post. I cannot wait to read your own post about your brother! Siblings truly are a gift*

      *sometimes 😂

  2. Wow thanks so much for writing this. I don’t know much about autism but thank you for shedding some light on it. Your sister sounds adorable, good on you for looking out for her 🙂

  3. this is a great post tam, it moved me and you put those 5 moments of her at right time when I was about to cry.. Your sister is an angel that Allah chose to carefully place in your family, she is away from all the ugliness of world, May Allah bless you more and your family ..Thanks for this post and awareness you tend to create via this, Next time I see a family dining out with a autistic child or child with special abilities It will definitely remind me of your post and kindness and considerate we need to be.

  4. I do not know much about autism even though it is something recurrent on the internet. I take your post as an aweraness about it. It is true that people tend to criticize adults when children act in a troublesome way without even knowing the reasons WHY children are like that. Autism is one of the conditions that make people look fine physically while mentally it is very complex, that is why people are ignorant about it because our mentality works this way: if you are physically fine then you are mentally fine.

    Second point I’d like to stress is the fact that indeed people love to give advice that might not work. Every child is unique and most of the time it is the child’s family who knows and learn with time what works best for the child.

    You said not to talk about the relation between vaccines and autism, you have the right to ask for it but I would like to mention that I have seen many articles which denounce vaccines as being the culrits for many children’s diseases.

    I liked the five autistic moment you added at the end of your article, it brought a funny touch to your post. With Allah every thing is possible, may He do what is best for “Leah”. Amin.

  5. Reblogged this on Journal of a Muslima and commented:
    Be kind, Be Understanding, Be Accepting when dealing with people with Autism. I need you to know that Autistic people are complex, repetitive and literal beings- amongst many other things. If they ask you the same question 1000 times, try not to be irritated. Sometimes the worst thing you can say to them is; you just asked me that. If they recite the same story to you again and again, don’t shoot it down. Repetition to them is like, breakfast in bed to you after a long hard week at work; comforting.

  6. Serious I must confess that, today is my 1st day of hearing this word “autism” talk less of knowing the meaning.

    Thank you for edifying me with it. Jazakallahu khairan. May Allah make yhu the reservoir of knowledge where we will be fetching from.

  7. Thank you so much for shedding some light on this topic.. I have an autistic cousin, and I could see so much of her in Leah :’) This was a beautifully written post and a wonderful dedication for Autism Awareness Day. ❤

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