Feeding him corn or peas by the spoonful myself is actually pretty easy. It would take all of five minutes. But, I shouldn’t.
He knows when to strike and how I am the only person preventing him in that moment.
In those moments where it is just him and me, I’m more honest with myself than at any other points of my day.
These outbursts might still occur in his daily travels. I rarely see them anymore.
There’s no peak he needs to reach in order to make me see him as a success. He simply has to keep climbing
There was no way I was having a heart attack. Right? I didn’t have heart attacks. Other people did.
We may struggle to help our children, but we never struggle to love them
I knew nothing about autism and nothing about being non-verbal. Hell, I knew nothing about having a son.
It’s not about words. It’s about communicating.
No blankies in sight. That’s when he goes on the hunt like Elmer Fudd at Bed, Bath, and Beyond.