The symbolism was shockingly on point. It was as if someone was writing this out for me to read, rather than to live.
Every diagnosis doesn’t require grief-stricken language.
The responsibility I feel has more to do with me than it does with him.
After some very awkward apologies, we took part in an even more awkward hour of singing.
This hefty little guy, out of nowhere, launched himself into the air sideways like a shortstop gliding through space…
Simply put, he’s mine and I’ll watch over him forever.
Time has made many interactions I once would have thought impossible possible
Don’t let anyone heap guilt on you for the sake of their own ego.
I still understood next to nothing about Autism and even less about what it would be like to have a non-verbal child.
The hour would end, the door would close, and we would all be alone together again.