The tiny little person who we were most concerned about in terms of dealing with her brother’s Autism pretty much schooled us on how to deal with her brother’s Autism.
How can I allow my school-aged child with autism to still play with a toy designed for a toddler? Doesn’t that go against the very nature of my job?
Will there be overwhelming events for my non-verbal son? Sure. Will there be judgmental people? Definitely. Are they the norm and do they define who we are or what we do? Not at all.
The hardest thing about my non-verbal son’s first day of school was sending him alone on that bus.
I know there are things that he doesn’t get about my world. There are things about his world that I don’t get. The things we do both understand, though, are special.
Everyone is on the same page in that we’re all aware that autism exists. It doesn’t mean that people accept it.
You stop caring about what people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
Surely he’d talk by three. When three came and went, it was surely four. It was a never ending cycle of “everything will be different next year.”
A family is made up of many people. While no member should be raised above others to define you all, no member should hidden in the shadows either.
What followed was a ten minute game of angry Twister that left us with an awful haircut and an even more awful memory.