My Daughter's Journey


“Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him.”


Psalm 127:3


By Evelyn Roman-Santos, MSW

School Social Worker

Parent of a child with Autism/Hyperlexia

Written: June 30, 2007/April 21, 2014/September 19, 2024


Please don’t tell me my child has autism!


As a school social worker for the Public Schools, today I had the opportunity to complete an assessment on a child who had the same symptoms as my daughter when she was three years old.  The student could recognize words and letters at 2 ½; however, he could not communicate appropriately with others and had deficits in his social abilities.  


It was interesting to find out that the parents were precisely in the same spot I was when I was told that my child suffered from autism.  As with the parents, I did not want my child to be labeled “autistic.”  In my understanding then, this was a terrible word, and my child could not have such a horrible thing.  She seemed fine in many areas.  She was so intelligent and beautiful.  How could she have such a terrible thing?  


As with the parents, I had done my homework, read all the research, sought the expert’s opinions, and thought I was well aware of the different diagnoses.  I was able to conceive that my daughter suffered from Hyperlexia but not autism.  I understood that Hyperlexia was under the umbrella of autism, but she was not autistic in my mind.  


When I went to my daughter’s staffing, I had a group of people who reassured me that, yes, my daughter was autistic.  Due to my denial and apprehension, I did not want to accept this.  I noticed that the parents felt the same way I did then.  


As I go back to my experience, I realize that I wish someone had told me the following:  




Given my frustration today in being on the other side of the table diagnosing a student with the same disability as my daughter.  I also have a list for professionals to keep in mind.  


“ moment of revelation.”  I could not believe how all of my daughter’s symptoms were being represented under the name of Hyperlexia.  Before that, I was told that your daughter seems different; she doesn’t interact with other children, she doesn’t answer her name, etc.  But I wasn’t ready to hear it and deal with the truth.  


As a school social worker and parent with a child with autism, I hoped to have given parents and professionals information that I wish had been given to me back when my daughter was first diagnosed with autism/hyperlexia.  Looking at the parents in today’s staffing, I could relate to their many challenges and feelings.  Despite the worries, I am reminded that things did get better for my daughter.   I remember that when she was three, I was worried about what she would be like when she was six.  When she was six, I was concerned about what she would be like when she was ten.  When she was ten, I was worried about what she would be like when she was 12.  Now, I worry about what she is going to be like when she is a teenager.  I keep asking her, “Are you going to become a rebellious teenager?”.  Of course, she says “No”.  


She is now almost thirteen, and as I look back, I can honestly say she is not the same child.  She has made so much progress that I have to force myself to remember what she was like.  When I looked at the parent today, I couldn’t help but tell her, “Your child will be all right.”  After all, those were the only words that I would have preferred to hear when my daughter was first diagnosed.  Whether she gets the label of autism doesn’t matter; what matters is that she is all right. She can carry a conversation with me, she can socialize with others, and she is academically at a 12th-grade level.  She has a bright future ahead of her and is a beautiful human being.  


Continuation from an article from 2007 to 2014   (Seven years later).


As time has passed, I decided to continue this article and describe what my daughter’s struggle with autism has meant in her life.  In the previous paragraph, my daughter was in 7th grade.  She had a one-to-one aide, and school was going well.   Even though she was brilliant, she attended a regular classroom in a regular school.  School was easy for her then, and she could participate in extra-curricular activities like the Chicago Children’s Choir.  She went on tours with the choir and had the opportunity to socialize with her peers.  I volunteered in her eighth-grade field trip to Washington, DC, and felt sad when I realized she had no real friends.  The other children talked to each other and seemed to have a relationship, but not my daughter. They acknowledged her by saying “hi,” but no genuine relationships had been established during the past eight years with the same peers.  They knew she was different and seemed to ignore her eccentricities, but they also ignored the natural person.   My daughter did not seem to be bothered by it.  She never complained of feeling ignored, and in her perception, they were all her friends.  


As a parent, I dreamed she would find at least one good friend in high school.  Choosing a high school and getting into one was not a problem for my daughter.  She took the test required to get accepted at Northside College Prep and did well.  Two thousand five hundred students applied to the school; however, only 250 were admitted, and my daughter was one of them. She was accepted without any difficulty or special accommodations.  She continued to receive services from a one-to-one aide.  Even though she initially didn’t want a resource class, it proved very helpful.  Given that all her classes were at the honor level, she needed a place to receive academic support and help her keep up with the fast pace.  The first year was very rough.  She was picked up on the yellow bus by 5:40 in the morning and arrived at the house by almost 5:00 p.m.  The amount of homework she was expected to keep up with was enormous.  Even though we informed the school staff how many hours my daughter spent doing homework, they did not want to decrease the amount or give her more than two days of extended time to turn it in.  She would stay up until 3 or 4 in the morning doing homework.  She had no time to do anything but school and homework.  It became very overwhelming and stressful.  It affected all of us in the family.  We could no longer do leisure activities since my daughter had to do homework constantly.  My husband and I didn’t know what to do.  We wanted to take her out of the school, but she seemed to enjoy the challenge. She didn’t want to have to start in a new school.    We didn’t know where else to send her.  If we put her in a regular school, she would probably hate it since she would not be challenged academically. She also explained how much she appreciated that no discipline issues in her classes affected the learning environment.  She appreciated the other student’s willingness to learn.   We decided to advocate for her.  We decided to involve the school’s administration.  We explained our concerns about our daughter being overwhelmed with too much homework and the fact that the accommodations that were in place were not working.  The assistant principal agreed to accommodations that were suitable for my daughter.  With the new accommodations, my daughter could complete the next three years.  She still spent all her spare time doing homework and did not have time to socialize or have leisure.  However, she felt less overwhelmed.  Senior year came, and she still had no friends, not even one girl friend to go with to the Senior Prom.  The rigorous academic program did not help my daughter socially.  She had no opportunity or the time to establish a real friendship.  At one point, she even complained that she felt she was invisible.  Her peers ignored her, and she felt “alone”.  This broke my heart, but I hope things will be different in college.  



Continuation 8/20/2024

My daughter got a 29 on her ACT, (most people average 18-21)  She is now 29 years old, and it has been an arduous journey for her to complete her bachelor's degree.   On and off, she has been in college for ten years. She followed her sister's footsteps and went to a private program. They were not willing to support her, and she was dismissed.  She was devastated.  She improved her social and communication skills during the program due to being with peers 24 hours a day. She took a year off from college to recover and attended another private university the following year. She stayed in the dorm, but it was too stressful for her. Her lack of executive functioning skills became an obstacle to her success.  She had difficulty managing her time and keeping up with her homework and became very overwhelmed. We advocated for her at the university, but they were not equipped to provide all her needed services.  After that, she attended a community college, but there, they expected her to be very independent, and they did not seem to understand the needs of students with disabilities. She was one of many students attending the college. The following year, she attended a private community college. She was a bit more successful; however, due to her processing deficit (1%), completing the assigned essays or research papers would take her many hours.  Despite not welcoming their parents due to confidentiality laws,  we also advocated for her. Despite her many hours completing her essays, the professors did not accept her late work.  It was a very frustrating experience. One day, she became so overwhelmed that she left the school before we could pick her up without letting us know. We were frantic, thinking that something could have happened to her. It was an awful experience. We realized that we needed to find another alternative.   

My sister mentioned that her son, who also has autism, began to attend Beacon College, Leesburg, Florida, the only University in the country that admits only students with IEPs.  Moving to a warm climate was one of our goals.   We decided to sell our home and move to where Beacon College is located.  She is now a junior majoring in web design. Unlike the other universities she attended, Beacon provides students the support they need the support to succeed. Each student has a learning specialist who monitors their progress, holds them accountable, and offers academic advice.  The parents are welcome to advocate and meet with the learning specialist. The professors are available to meet with students. The classes are held in small groups, and there are no tests. The professors are well-versed in the various disabilities.  She continues to isolate herself and doesn’t have friends. She can carry on conversations but prefers to do so when she finds the topic interesting. Social media has allowed her to relate to others and express her opinions on various issues. She considers the people that she talks to on social media her friends. She shared with me that she was selected to co-lead a group in Discord.  


Having a daughter with autism has taught me many lessons.   First, not everyone is familiar with autism, and not everyone is willing to learn.  Second, as parents of college students, we must continue to advocate for our children.  We must do our homework and find out if the university is willing to help your child with autism. We must prepare the school staff and explain to them what to expect because your child has autism. We must never give up on our child with autism and continue to encourage them to follow their dreams despite all of the disappointments and obstacles they encounter throughout their lives. 


 Even though autism chose my daughter and she did not choose autism, it will live with her for the rest of her life.  She has been discriminated against and rejected in the name of “not making others uncomfortable,” “thinking about others in the group,” and “not every program is for everyone.”  I wonder how this world will be when “neurotypical” people realize that one out of 36 children are now diagnosed with autism, and they will grow up to become teenagers and adults.  “Neurotypical people” will need to learn how to live, work, play, and share their lives with individuals who have autism.  I hope that they will choose to realize that everyone is different and we must love and serve those with autism.  

My daughter is a beautiful, intelligent, and talented young woman. She has changed so much since her diagnosis and has a great future ahead of her. I’m proud and privileged to be her mother.  



*https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3716827/

DSM-IV’s diagnostic subcategories (autistic disorder, Asperger’s disorder, pervasive developmental disorder not otherwise specified (PDD-NOS), Rett’s disorder, and childhood disintegrative disorder) were located within the Pervasive Developmental Disorders (PDDs) classification.

Autism diagnostic criteria: DSM-5 | Autism Speaks

The DSM-5 made some major changes to the diagnosis of autism from earlier versions. Most notably, it removed the previous diagnosis of pervasive developmental disorders and its subtypes (autistic disorder, Asperger’s disorder, Rett Syndrome, Child Disintegrative Disorder and pervasive developmental disorder—not otherwise specified [PDD-NOS]) and formally created the diagnosis of autism spectrum disorder. This change was made to acknowledge the understanding that these categories were describing symptoms under the same umbrella rather than different disorders altogether.



Jesus knows what you are going through with your child. He selected you to be the parent of a child with a disability, and this is a privilege.    Keep your eyes on HIM and never lose hope.   HE inspired me to write this song in 2012 when I felt hopeless. Please listen and be blessed.