The box is tossed in front of the front door, the bag is almost completely empty, and, mixed between the pieces, are squashed particles of cereal dust.
Tag: autism diagnosis
A Hundred Miles An Hour
My son turns television watching into an all-out physical event.
The Wonderful Achievements Of Other Children
That guilt was because I was still learning the difference between hoping and needing. I was hoping my son would speak. As I’ve come to realize though, I didn’t need it.
Angry, Not Angry
I didn’t get mad at him for an impulse that he obviously couldn’t control in that moment. I wanted to. A voice in my head said, “Yo. Freak out.”
It’s His Favorite Song
When his face lights up, it lifts my spirits in ways I never thought possible.
Sometimes When He Whines
Sensory issues or stimulation have nothing to do with it. This was my kid wanting what he wanted and whining until he got it.
Good Mornings
The things I do for my son aren’t done for his recognition, appreciation, or even attention. They’re done because I love him.
My Day, Our Way
I never had Father’s Days like the ones I’ve made since becoming a father myself.
PECS, AAC, and The Ways We Communicate
My son may have never said a word to me, but we have spoken in so many more ways than that.
I Have Two Kids
She is equal to her brother and, in my eyes, just as important.

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