I may not have “gotten” it, but friends don’t need to “get” it. They just need to show you support. I hadn’t shown him support and it hurt to realize it.
I may not have “gotten” it, but friends don’t need to “get” it. They just need to show you support. I hadn’t shown him support and it hurt to realize it.
Their “expertise”, or lack thereof, isn’t limited to autism and the families affected by it. They will also judge anything else they don’t know.
I know we’re not supposed to mention those things. It makes us uncomfortable, but we’re all adults here.
Just because we have what some might see as an “excuse” doesn’t mean he doesn’t need to learn.
Don’t let anyone tell you that you’ll have to lose them one day. You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.
I struggle with this inner urge to spoil him rotten in lots of instances.
Everyone’s jonesing for that hit of the S’mores. It’s like a town full of Wimpys, promising, “I will gladly pay you Tuesday for a Snickerdoodle today.”
As they poke, prod, and check the charts, the doctors always remind you that you have “nothing to worry about.”
It’s like getting abducted by a UFO. You went into this awful experience with an absurdly difficult and disgusting task. Next thing you know, it’s 45 minutes later and you’re sitting on the floor finished, with no recollection of how you got there or what you did.
This moment meant more to me than these words can even explain because it was a moment that, at one time, I didn’t think would ever be possible.
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