You may remember that my stepmother passed away suddenly earlier this month, and I wrote this blog post about her.
As an autistic person myself I have a set morning routine which I rarely deviate from. I take my meds, I fire up my laptop, I check my emails, respond to blog comments and then I check for spam and look at my stats to see if any searches have led to this blog.
This morning was just like any other, apart from one thing. Amongst the usual searches that land in my stats for Wolverine, Sarah-Jane Smith, Doctor Who, Spike, Elisabeth Sladen, cross-stitch and various other not life-changing things, one stood out.
Someone had searched for “I love someone with autism”… and found me.
I hope that my stepmother’s story gave them what they were looking for, be it advice, support or comfort. I hope that my take on her life with my father gave them the tools they were looking for in order to understand and support their autistic friend, partner, child or other relative.
As someone who cared deeply for others I know that my stepmother would be delighted to know that she has left such a positive legacy – and that I was moved to share it with the world.
In spite of her own medical issues and faults (both of which she had many) she loved someone with autism. She knew my father loved her, even though he was never able to tell her so. She just knew.
And, through me, she continues to make a difference to others in her position. Long may it continue.