When Everything Fell Apart, We Finally Found Where We Belong

Sometimes life doesn't give you a warning. It doesn't knock, it doesn't ask if you're ready. It just arrives and shakes everything all at once.

Back in March 2024, months before we had any diagnosis in our hands, we lived through something that still hurts to remember.

Alexia had a trial day at a private school, and she was SO excited. So excited she couldn't sleep the night before. She picked out her clothes, she talked non-stop about her little backpack, about the friends she was going to make, about what her classroom would look like. I was happy too. Seeing her like that, so full of hope, made me feel like we were finally taking a step in the right direction.

But reality hit hard.

When I went to pick her up, they gave her back to me all dirty, messy, and completely overwhelmed. And with a cold excuse, they told me: "It didn't go well, she just came in to interrupt the other kids, this is the calmest classroom and she's not going to fit in."

What hurt me the most wasn't even their words. It was seeing her. She was pulling my hand desperately, begging with her whole body for us to leave that place. This was the same little girl who had woken up that morning beaming, who couldn't sleep from excitement. And there she was, wanting to escape.

How could they expect a little girl who had NEVER been to school in her entire life to behave like kids who had already been there for months? That day I went home with a knot in my throat, hugging her tightly and feeling like the world was not made for sensitive, different, wonderfully unique children like mine.

At that point, in March 2024, we didn't have a diagnosis. We didn't even suspect she was on the spectrum.

Then June 2024 came.

June 2024 was the month everything changed. That's when we finally got the diagnosis, fresh out of the evaluations. And that same month, with those papers still warm in my hands and my two kids just starting at their new school, I was laid off from work.

It was a brutal hit, not just financially but to our whole life structure. In one second, everything we had just built to give them stability collapsed. I remember we were organizing notebooks, uniforms, therapies, trying to hold it all together with hope, and then suddenly I had to figure out how we were going to pay for two new tuitions, therapies, evaluations, support.

And in the middle of that panic, I understood something I want to share from the deepest part of my soul: It's not worth it to kill yourself for a job that steals your valuable time with your children. For them, you ARE indispensable. Irreplaceable. You are their safe place, their home, their world.

At a job, no matter how much you give, how many extra hours you stay, how much you sacrifice your health and your family time, at any moment they can let you go. It doesn't matter what crisis you are going through. They let you go and move on.

I dedicated two years to that job. Two years where many times I put work before them. Where I missed moments, where I said "later" to a game, to a hug, to being present. And from one day to the next, it was over. That's when I realized where I truly needed to be.

Suddenly our world closed completely. We couldn't pay the private school tuition anymore. We couldn't sustain that life there. I felt like the ground disappeared from under my feet. I felt guilt, fear, and failure all at once.

But, by recommendation of their psychologist Gina, by the way, the best of them all, an angel who has guided us so much, we decided to give everything a complete turn and enroll Alexia in a public preschool.

At first, I had all my doubts. Will they understand her? Will they have patience? Will they label her? But trusting Gina, we took the leap.

And it was the best decision of our entire lives.

That public preschool welcomed us with more humanity, more empathy, and more inclusion than that exclusive private school ever did. There, Alexia wasn't "the girl who interrupts." She was Alexia. With her times, her ways, her bright light.

That was when my husband and I made another big decision: I would stay home full-time. I would be the one to take them to their therapies, take my daughter to school, I’d be there for every crisis, every achievement, every little big step. It was scary to let go of the idea of having a "stable" income, but it was also incredibly liberating.

And from a world that seemed to be falling apart, our new beginning was born.

Today I understand that sometimes life has to completely disorganize you to reorganize you better. Sometimes it has to stop your world so you can finally start again from a place that is more honest, more aligned, more yours.

It wasn't the ending we expected. It was the beginning we needed.

Has it ever happened to you that life completely messes you up just to put you back together in a better way?

-Dayna.

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