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The identified as Nneka Anyachebelu, gave birth to an autistic son 18 years ago and thought her life had caved in with misery.

 

According to Nneka Anyachebelu, when her son was born with autism, she thought her world was in shambles as she was made to pay extra attention to certain things she had not been prepared for. She had admittedly prayed for her son to die, to escape her reality and misery.

 

However, 18 years down the line, her story has changed from one of sorrow and regret, to joy and happiness as well as gratitude.

 

Below is what she had to say about her touching story:

 

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I PRAYED FOR HIM TO DIE. Don鈥檛 judge me, wait until you hear me out.

 

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He was a healthy awesome child when I had him but by age 2 we noticed there was something wrong. There was no eye contact, he could not talk, didn鈥檛 understand instructions, and so many other bad vibes.

 

That was when my nightmare started.

 

I ran from pillar to post seeking solution. In some places they said he was partially deaf at others they said it was Autism. Up until then I never heard the word Autism. The information I got about it was My life stood still. No school would take him in as he couldn鈥檛 settle.

 

Finally and luckily an Indian lady with a nursery school took him in, but my heart broke the day I went to pick him up from school and asked her politely how he was doing. Her response was 鈥渋 don鈥檛 know what to do with him i鈥檓 just a teacher not a psychiatrist鈥�. I cried all the way home. Thoughts bombarded my mind. Worst of all there was no answer to the tormenting thoughts.

 

An only son, Autism, was it generational or the devil? No answer! Up until then I was having a swell time living my life to the fullest鈥� But with this dilemma I crawled to God. I attended every Christian gathering, crusade, vigils, just name it. I prayed, prayed, cried, fasted, sowed seeds but nothing happened.

 

The years went by and it seemingly got worse. People were beginning to notice there was a problem I couldn鈥檛 hide it any more. (By the way, don鈥檛 try hiding your shame if God doesn鈥檛 hide it you can鈥檛 hide it) My husband was tired. My mother who was perpetually encouraging me was tired, I was tired, exhausted and tired of casting, binding, fighting and faithing it, so I prayed for Him to die so I could move on with my life. (I wanted a short cut) He didn鈥檛 die instead he grew.

 

Seeing God wasn鈥檛 ready to take him I went back to God again in prayer, I repented and continued from where I stopped. Running from pillar to post, church to church.

 

At one church I was told to go on one week dry fast with consistent midnight prayers. At midnight when I came down to pray I was usually afraid. One night as I came down for the prayer routine, I heard a voice say to me how can you be praying and afraid. You are afraid because you do not know the God you are praying to. At that point I packed up and went on a quest to know this GOD! I stayed alone for 2 weeks with only one prayer point. ( God if you are real let me know you.). I spent more time within those weeks studying the Word of God, and through the pages of the Bible I came to know this GOD.

 

After that 2 weeks of word immersion I had peace like I never had since the ordeal started. The burden for my son to speak or get normal left me. I was just at peace with God and the World.

 

About 3 weeks later we travelled to England on Holiday. We were in a shop on Oxford street when my son that had never spoken came to me tapped me and asked me a question.

 

His first words to me were 鈥渨here is kamsy?鈥� He was asking for His older sister. That was how my son started talking. One thing led to another; he started doing things he couldn鈥檛 do and like magic caught up with his age mates. It was like Magic! No, Miracle.!

 

 

Today I celebrate God as He turns 18. There is nothing we don鈥檛 talk about now. From his school work to the girls that like him and the ones he likes, lol..

 

Sometimes I even scold him that he talks too much, correcting him that as a gentleman he shouldn鈥檛 talk much. How we so quickly forget鈥�smh鈥�I can鈥檛 thank God enough for him.

 

Through my trial with him, I was reconnected back to God, I found my purpose in life, and my ministry was birthed. (That is another story for another day). I encourage you today in your own trial to fight on. No short cut. God has not disappeared, take your eyes off your problem (if you can) seek him and he will do the needful plus much more i鈥檓 still praying鈥� during my prayers today, I PRAYED FOR HIM TO LIVE AND SHOW FORTH THE GLORY OF GOD.