Janssen's ASD Journey

Janssen's ASD Journey A poet, mom, and teacher whose intricate journey of motherhood revolves around her child with autism.

Mental Health Is Real!When both my husband and my son were hospitalized just days apart, my world turned upside down. I ...
03/11/2025

Mental Health Is Real!

When both my husband and my son were hospitalized just days apart, my world turned upside down. I was totally deprived of sleep—watching my husband suffer helplessly in the ICU while worrying about my son with autism, who needed me too. I couldn’t be in two places at once.

Days passed without sleep. My heart pounded furiously, my head spun and ached. I began to lose myself, thinking of ending it all—a rope, jumping on a building—anything to escape the pain. My family was terrified as I drifted away from reality.

Then came a whisper that pulled me back:
“Mommy, I love you! Please stand up.”

Those words from my son pierced my heart and woke me up. His hug reminded me—I was not alone. I brought him into this world, and I couldn’t abandon him.

To my friends and relatives who stood by me—thank you for listening, for comforting me when I needed it most. Maybe that’s why I’ve learned to listen deeply to my student’s pain, to calm their hearts and remind them they matter.

I remember Emman Atienza—a 19 year old girl, with mental health problem, gone too soon—who taught us kindness, compassion, to protect our children from cyber bullying. She taught us to watch out for the red flags of mental health. Her father, Kim Atienza, a well-known TV personality who believed that her daughter, who seem so vibrant, outspoken, a mental health advocate but ended her life due to excruciating pain and inner struggle. Her story touched and changed many lives.

When my son was diagnosed with autism, I made a promise to protect him. I stopped hiring nannies after learning one had verbally abused him. Once, he swallowed a hook that got caught in his face—I will never forget that pain. From then on, I vowed no one would ever hurt him again.

People may never understand why children with autism behave the way they do. Some call them spoiled or undisciplined. But in truth, they live in a world that feels too loud, too bright, too harsh. Every New Year, while others watched fireworks, we hid under the blankets, holding each other tight, shielding his ears from the noise.

They are sensitive—not weak. They feel everything deeply, especially bullying and humiliation.

💛 Let’s show kindness—to our children, our families, our neighbors, even our online friends.
Because sometimes, your words may be the only ones that can save someone’s life.

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November 2, 2025





18/10/2025

Knowing your career path at a young age is a great vision for children with autism. Continue to hone your skills, knowledge and innate talents and we will always be with you to guide and protect you!

25/09/2025
After a long month medication and hospitalization, Janssen requested for his favorite Ramen.
25/09/2025

After a long month medication and hospitalization, Janssen requested for his favorite Ramen.

Strength BorrowedI'm on the verge of giving up!My body can feel it!I'm too exhausted.My eyes are blurred.The excruciatin...
24/08/2025

Strength Borrowed

I'm on the verge of giving up!
My body can feel it!
I'm too exhausted.
My eyes are blurred.

The excruciating pain in my arms, hands runs to my chest and back.
Headaches, dizziness, my head is spinning!
My glucose level spiked, uncontrolled.

Like a candle, my light had been extinguished.
A flower wilted, each bloom carried by a strong wind.

No, I must fight for my life!
My family needs me!
Please give me more strength Lord!

My son tried to wake me up!
He can't eat without me!
We taught him that a family eats together.
Cellphone is not allowed to avoid disturbance.
Janssen will lead the prayer.

Pulling his small arms to stand me.
But I can't!
I melted like a chocolate bar in the heat of the sun.
I slept, bringing me to the unknown world.
I woke up in the middle of the night!

My chest pain is getting worse.
My husband who can hardly breathe
prepared a hot compress,
to soothe the fire in my chest.

A sick man taking care of his sick wife.
I embraced my husband and kissed him with so much love.
I love you so much, Dad!
How I wish that hug could heal our body and mind.

Yes, I call him Dad! Janssen has autism and had echolalia.
He called his dad “Hon” because he heard it from me.
We laughed incessantly, with his innocence,
but we prayed that God will listen to our fervent prayer.

Janssen indeed, works miracle for us!
I came to this end before—
almost giving up!
But Janssen whispered to me: "Why are you crying mommy?
" I'm happy son!
Confused but he hugged me tightly.
“Mom I love you so much!

In my dreamy world,
where I'm at ease,
I heard my son's voice again like a tape recorder.

“I can't live without you mommy!”
His favorite lines,
“Annalyn G. Mercado, the most beautiful woman in the world!
The most beautiful face!
I love you mommy! I love you mommy!"

I will be the worst mother if I give up!
Thank you, son, for lending me your strength.

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Annalyn G. Mercado
Philippines
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August 24,2025

24/08/2025

His first dance, her first cousin on her 7th birthday.

24/08/2025

Engrossed with his latest painting.

When Summer Waits No MoreThe summer heat was gone.He had asked to swim, again and again.We planned—oh, we planned—But li...
22/07/2025

When Summer Waits No More

The summer heat was gone.
He had asked to swim, again and again.
We planned—oh, we planned—
But life has its own script.
All our hopes? They never happened.

Janssen’s face became a mirror of worry—
His birthday, our wedding anniversary,
Even the zenith of summer heat—
All passed us by, untouched.

Then came the storm.
Rain, fierce and unrelenting.
And yet, *this* was when it happened—
After my fiftieth birthday,
At last, it was meant to be.

Their faces beamed with joy!
They plunged like mermaids,
Laughter echoing with delight,
Screaming at the height of their glee.

No cake, no candles.
Just a humble menu,
And the wide embrace of the pool.

More guests arrived—
But the swimming madness roared on!

Oh, if only I could paint it—
With oil and pastel,
On a canvas of treasured memories.

Their feet, their fingers—
Wrinkled by the cold.
Still, they stayed submerged,
Embraced by blue waters
And the cascading rain.

Soaking in the blessings
That God has so tenderly
Poured down.

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Annalyn G. Mercado
Philippines
July 22, 2025

22/06/2025

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