My name is Kayla Roussel. I am a seeker of truth and positivity, lover of food and good company, holistic health lover, and self love and Autism advocate. I am also a wife to Jeremy (JJ) and "Mama" to three incredible little boys, two of which have Autism. My husband Jeremy and & I grew up in the East Valley of Arizona and decided to stay and raise our three boys, Recker, Ezra and Theo here as well. I love this quote by my favorite poet Kahlil Gibran, "...The deeper sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain..." My posts are real and raw. I don't sugar coat anything. We take things one day at a time, some of those days are great and some are bad, just like everyone else.
By being open and vulnerable with our life experiences I hope to spread Autism Awareness that will in turn lead to ACCEPTANCE and ultimately make life for my sweet boys easier. I hope that you can find peace, strength, and feel love in each post, but also see the sadness and pain that can come along with living with Autism. The more people understand Autism, the easier life will be for those with it. I love to answer questions, how are you expected to learn if you do not ask?! But I will tell you, I do not post or debate controversial topics. I can point you in the direction to get information on such things, but I do not want to debate...lets keep things positive!!
Welcome to Holland
c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland."