I am a Mother to a Nonsafe child. Yes, nonsafe really is a word. What exactly does that mean? It means not safe. I don’t use the word unsafe because to me it implies that something was safe at one time and well my son has never been safe. He has never had an understanding, an ounce, or an inkling of safety so far in his life.
My son is 4 years old. He is on the autism spectrum and is non-verbal. He has no sense of risk, he doesn’t understand safety and he knows no danger. He may do something that isn’t safe and get injured but then do it again. His brain is wired differently, and there is no room for these terms in his world.

He would run off into the woods.
He would run off from home.
He would approach a wild animal.
He would run into a busy street.
He will eat anything.
He would touch a hot stove or hot anything.
He would walk on a high ledge.
He wouldn’t know that a sharp object was sharp like a knife or scissors.
He would run in front of a moving vehicle.
He would jump into a pool or body of water.
He would jam his hands, fingers or body into any tight, confined space.
He is vulnerable to physical, mental and sexual abuse.
He is vulnerable to all people including predators and pedophiles.
The list is long and makes me cringe.
The implications of having a nonsafe child are many.It is difficult to take him into unfamiliar environments. His autism means he moves a lot so to go to visit someone, attend an important event, or go out in public means I am constantly moving-chasing and trying to protect him. There is no time for socializing, chatting or being present. The entire focus has to be on his every move.
It means I am always planning ahead. I have to identify hazards immediately upon entering a new space. I have to pre-plan appointments and outings to minimize the risks.
It means he never leaves the house with anyone but me. He is vulnerable to the world and I understand his abilities, challenges and way of thinking. It’s been 4 years of this way of life, I can often anticipate his next move and that is important when you are trying to keep someone safe who just doesn’t understand. I also need to protect others that I love and care about. It only takes one second, one head turned in the wrong direction, one glance at a cell phone…..I could never let them carry the burden of something happening to him while under their care.
It means my mind is constantly running. I obsess over safety. I have nightmares about my child being injured, about him going off without me “unprotected”. You know that feeling you had when you brought your newborn baby home from the hospital. You sat in the backseat with him/her and wouldn’t let your husband go over 25km. He had to go slow around turns and over bumps. There was no music, no chatting-it was all about getting that precious cargo to the destination. You were a nervous wreck that whole drive. It was an overwhelming feeling to protect that baby above all else. I feel like that every day- I am in the backseat with my baby but the reality is that he isn’t a newborn, my son is 4 years old and on the Autism Spectrum. Babies grow up, but Autism is forever.

It means I spend countless hours thinking about safety and taking precautions. My phone number is plastered on everything he owns. He is registered as a vulnerable person; he wears a radio frequency tracking device; baby gates; fenced in yard; Identification bracelets; high locks on all doors leading outside. I have more safety 1st baby proofing stuff than Walmart.
It means I sleep with a video baby monitor beside my head. Doors and gates are checked thoroughly and I’m up many times in the night checking on him. My brain is trained, if he moves during the night, I am instantly awake.
It means exhaustion and isolation. There are some places you just can’t go because the risk is just too great. There are some places you just don’t go because it is too tiring-physically and mentally, trying to stay a step ahead.
It means not everyone understands. It means less invites and friends and getting invites but not being able to attend. It means always say “no” and “we can’t”. Autism has become a permanent but valid excuse.
It is so hard to protect a child that has no understanding of safety. Safety is my most important priority above all else, but it is close to impossible to keep him safe. Despite, all the safety precautions Stalen sustains injuries on a pretty regular basis. Things like fractures, sprains, possible concussions, busted lips, cuts, scrapes, burns, bruises and gashes.
It is hard being a Mother to a Nonsafe child but it is my love for him that enables me to wake up every day and try to keep him safe.
“A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.” ~Agatha Christie





















