A Strange Part of Autism Parenting

No one really said anything for a moment. They didn’t need to.

I Have Issues

Our minds are littered with thoughts that begin with “when I was a kid…”

They don’t make bumper stickers that say, “My Child Didn’t Break My Daughter’s Barbie House Today”

This is the type of lesson you only understand as life plays out.

He’s my son. I made him. He’s a part of me. Any good I do for him, I do for myself.

The most amazing thing is how easily it all could have never happened had I just brushed her reply aside like an arrogant grown-up.

It”s rare that I leave an interaction with him without smiling a little bit more than when I went in.

The dates from our lives looked like quotes from science fiction novels dating back centuries.

It wasn’t a secret word anymore. Soon it was just another aspect of our lives and categorized along with all of the other quirks in our family.

Yes, it’s an exaggerated sense of fault in situations like these, but that’s how they become learning experiences.