Grieving The Life I Expected For My Non-Verbal Son

Once you do, you see the beautiful picture that’s obscured by the seemingly missing pieces.

The Things I Don’t Talk About

The things I don’t talk about greatly outnumber the things I do.

So far in the rear view mirror, they don’t even appear closer than they are.

I’m not a superhero, Warrior, or anything other than the dad to two of the best kids on Earth.

If my boy never does these things, I accept that, because I love him.

“I’m not sleeping. I saw everything. That guy did the thing before to the other guy.”

I love my son and his autism cause isn’t something I’m constantly trying to get to the heart of.

The world might be aware of the term “autism”, they’re not aware of my son and what makes him special.

I want her to be a strong and caring member of the family. Days like that make me realize that she is.

Nonverbal and in the full throes of a meltdown, he was done with the Waffle House.