My husband and I have become fans of the show Parenthood on NBC.
We don't watch it when it airs on Tuesday evenings, mostly because we are dealing with parental duties (or in my case, sleeping!); however, we will watch replays of the show using the on demand feature on our television (or as Hoss calls it, "on command" -- a much better name in my opinion).
We simply began watching the show last year expecting some laughs and light hearted looks at parenting. However, a few episodes in, we were struck with the emotional reality of how one of the characters resembles our child.
Nine year old Max, a character on the show, was diagnosed with Asperger's, much to his parent's dismay. Yes, they noticed a few differences, but they never considered the big "A" diagnosis. A large part of the show often revolves around Max's struggles and his parents' attempts to understand this new diagnosis and provide the best care they can for their son.
I have touched on this subject briefly in previous blog posts, but my husband and I can relate to these parents and their struggles as we are in the process of having our 5 year old son tested and evaluated for a possible "A" diagnosis. We don't have a name for it yet, but we understand the emotional, heart wrenching decisions and dilemmas these fictional parents are experiencing.
Perhaps, the fact that they are fictional makes it even more difficult for us since we can't change the channel or walk off the set and stop dealing with the daily struggles. Last week's episode really struck home for us. My husband watched it first and told me he can't watch it again, so I sat down -- alone (which is rare!)-- and watched the episode.
I have to admit I cheered for Max's dad during this scene. (It starts around 3:30 into the clip.)
But I cried as I listened to him relive the experience while speaking to his wife.
I don't know where the future will take us with our personal journey, but we will do everything we can to fight for our son, literally and figuratively.