A Catholic Church Twice Rejected My Autistic Son

It hurts more when rejection comes from those who should love him unconditionally

Teenager smiling
Confirmation day. Diego chose the name Harry, as in Harry Potter

One of the main reasons I decided to register my sons, Diego and Andres, for religious education class was that I thought the church would be a place where Diego would be wholeheartedly welcomed and included. So I made an appointment with Mrs. McKenzie, the head of religious education at Saint Isabelā€™s Catholic Church, to explain that Diego had an intellectual disability and autism and discuss how he could be part of their classes.

I figured that the simplest and most inclusive solution was for Diego to have an aide and be with his peers in the regular class.Ā  After all, he was in a regular education fifth-grade class with an aide a few hours a day. Iā€™d pay for an aide they hired, go out and hire one, or be the aide myself, I offered. Whatever worked best for them!

Mrs. McKenzie went for the last option which, incidentally, delayed Diegoā€™s participation. Due to the clergy sex abuse scandal, I had to attend a mandatory workshop for any adult who’d be in contact with children. No problem, I understood, and so I completed the workshop.

In the end, however, Mrs. McKenzie decided to have a catechist, Mrs. Jones, work individually with Diego.

Why did Mrs. McKenzie have me do the workshop then? Why could Diego not be in the group class with me, as we’d agreed? Why had she changed her mind?

I did not ask. They probably know better; they probably just really want him to learn the material well; I should be grateful, I told myself. I was afraid. I was also naive not to consider that perhaps Mrs. McKenzie and the powers that be simply didnā€™t want my son with the other kids?

Diego started his private lessons, which, to my delight, he really liked. He loved the story of Moses and Jonah in particular: a magic staff that turns into a snake, a whale so big it looks like an island, a desert journey, kings and sorcerers –Ā  the kind of magical and colorful stuff that fascinates him. A year later, Diego and Andres received their first communion. Things were working out.

In the fall, religious education classes resumed. As far as I knew, Mrs. Jones was fond of Diego and all was going well. However, in January, I got a call from Mrs. McKenzie. Even though we hadn’t had any personal contact for a year and a half, I knew she was calling about Diego. Perhaps Mrs. Jones was leaving, or Iā€™d need to pay extra because Diego was receiving individual attention, I thought.

Neither was the case. Diego had pushed Mrs. Jones during dismissal, she explained. ā€œWe cannot have that, so it’s best if Diego stops coming,ā€ Mrs. McKenzie said. She had kicked Diego out of religious education class, just like that, over the phone. The words were like a punch in my gut.

Over the ensuing weeks, I was insanely sad, hurt and angry. How hard was the push? If Diego did push, why did he do it? Were there no other options other than to expel him? Diego was a small and skinny child; he wouldn’t hurt anybody. Plus I’d made myself available for anything they needed.


How could a Catholic Church reject a child (especially one with a disability) for allegedly pushing an adult? Did Jesus not love children, according to all four Gospels? The Church is supposed to embrace the weak, the poor, those in need. Plus it maintains, dogmatically, that all children conceived should be born, no matter how disabled they may be. But then it rejects them and their families without any compassion?

“Permit the children to come to Me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child will not enter it at all.” (Luke 18:15-17)


Shortly after Diegoā€™s expulsion, Andres said he didnā€™t want to go to religious ed class anymore and I stopped taking him. Like many children, he found them boring and went because I said he had to. As happened several times in his childhood, Diego was the determinant of my decisions about Andres.

As it turns out, Diego was persistent that he wanted to do his Confirmation. His beloved cousin had recently had hers. Diego loves all holidays, ceremonies and rituals, plus the chance of choosing a Confirmation name was not something he could easily give up.

A year later, I went to another Catholic church in town, prepared for obstacles. To my surprise, Diego was allowed to receive the sacrament after attending the requisite classes with me as his aide. He chose Harry, as in Harry Potter, as his Confirmation name.

The world of magic, religion and myth all merge in Diegoā€™s imagination. He loves religious imagery and likes to pray when heā€™s anxious.

Still, the hurt remains- for me. Itā€™s one thing for a summer camp program or a private school to reject your disabled child. It altogether different when rejection comes from an institution that preaches Jesusā€™s message of love and compassion.


About ten years after the expulsion episode, I went back to St. Isabelā€™s to ask for Diegoā€™s First Communion certificate. He needed this document so he could be the godfather of one of his baby cousins. I filled out a form and the lady at the desk said sheā€™d call when it was ready.

Before leaving, I decided then and there to bring up my experience of a decade ago. I asked to speak with the priest, who happened to be there. I told him about Diego and how heā€™d been kicked out of religion classes. Believe me, I was meek and deferential when I addressed the priest, as my Catholic upbringing instilled.

To my utter disbelief, the priest just said that physical aggression was not justifiable under any circumstances and that he didn’t understand why I was bringing this up now. Not a trace of compassion or curiosity to find out more.

Again, I felt the punch in the gut. I turned around and left without saying a word, as I truly could not speak.

I never got a call from St. Isabelā€™s to pick up the certificate.

*Note: Names of churches and catechists have been changed.

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