This Is What Really Happens When You’re Autistic & Pregnant
A candid take on my autistic pregnancy so far
I’m pregnant, and I’ve been waiting to tell you for some time now. I’m glad I can finally take the words off my chest. Somehow, it still blows my mind at thirty that it doesn’t take more than one moment of carelessness to get pregnant, and that’s precisely what happened. Whilst I did want a second child, I wasn’t expecting to get pregnant this year, and it’s taken me some time to adjust to the idea that I’m pregnant and that my life is going to change all over again.
I’m autistic, so to say that I don’t deal with change well, particularly unexpected change, is an understatement. I struggle to adapt when things don’t go as I thought. I didn’t react well when I found out. In fact, in true autistic fashion, I had a meltdown when I saw the two lines on my pregnancy stick. I fell to the ground and cried my eyes out, stimmed rocking back and forth, and for a moment, I was unsure if I even wanted to keep the baby. I was overwhelmed by the fear that this pregnancy would take everything from me, and I was scared to go through it all over again.
After speaking with my husband, he grounded me and reminded me that I’ve always wanted two kids, and even if this baby has come unexpectedly, it’s still something or someone I’ve wanted…
