This 2016 post was the first time I had written about my son’s autism.

This 2016 post was the first time I had written about my son’s autism.
Originally published December 20, 2012, days after my life changed forever.
Just because someone is verbal, doesn’t mean they should speak.
It doesn’t mean I let her do anything she wants. In fact, it’s the opposite.
It wasn’t me, as much as I want to pretend it is.
This story begins with me holding a grown-up’s hand.
I’m his father. I view him through the rosiest glasses of all.
Words only have power if you let them. When they were pointed at me, I let them.
My boy is happy. He expresses it every day.
The worst moments of our lives haven’t happened yet, but the best moments haven’t either.
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