He’s always showing me that he is processing things in his own way.
He’s always showing me that he is processing things in his own way.
This issue springs up every few years.
People grow. He’s a person. He grows.
It’s my job to give him every opportunity I would want myself.
Life is about finding your home team.
Verbal or non, autism or not, kids are kids.
I’ll always be proud of him, even if this phase doesn’t last.
I’m never surprised. I’m never let down.
How terrible must that be for him?
Ten years later, we’re not doomed at all. In fact, we’re great.
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