Mom Recently Diagnosed with Autism Shares a Powerful Moment with Her Son
Kate Cortelyou sat across from her son James, her heart beating just a little faster than usual. She’d been carrying something tender and true, something she knew could shift the weight he’d been quietly carrying since he was small. She looked at him—really looked at him—and spoke three words that would open a brand-new chapter in their story.
The Mom Was Diagnosed with Autism
"I am autistic."
For a heartbeat, the room stilled. The air felt holy, almost hushed, as if even the walls leaned in to listen. Then, the surprise broke across James’s face like sunrise over a quiet field—wide eyes, a flicker of understanding, and then tears.
“I still can’t believe that’s how he reacted,” Kate said later. “It surprised me. It pulled at my heartstrings. I wasn’t expecting him to become so emotional.”
James Got Emotional
But James’s heart knew exactly why.
With his voice catching, he told her, “I got pretty emotional because I was overwhelmed with relief. Finally, I’m not the only one in this family that has autism.”
For James, diagnosed at three years old, this wasn’t just news. It was an anchor, a bridge, a whisper that said, You are not alone in this.
Kate Was on a Journey
For Kate, the journey here had been one of both discovery and grace. Over the years, the more she learned about autism, the more she began to see pieces of herself reflected back—like a familiar melody she’d been humming all her life without knowing its name.
When the official diagnosis came at 40, there was no mourning, no shame—only relief. Clarity. Peace.
“It just made sense,” she shared. “It gave me understanding for myself, and for the way I move through the world.”
The Mother and Son Shared a New Understanding of Each Other
That night, over dinner, Kate and James didn’t just share a meal—they shared a new understanding of each other. And maybe that’s the quiet miracle here: how love has this way of making space for our truest selves, without apology or pretenses.
Kate and James’s story pulls it into the light in a world that often pushes difference into the shadows. It reminds us that the labels we sometimes fear can actually be lanterns, helping us see the road ahead more clearly.
Because when we name something—when we call it what it is—we don’t make it bigger. We make it known. And what is known can be carried together.
Maybe that’s what love really is: a place where we set down our heavy things, look across the table, and hear someone say, Me too.
And in that moment, the soul exhales.
"Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing." 1 Thessalonians 5:11
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Originally published August 20, 2025.
