It’s our favorite trip. Other people might not get it, but we do.
What do you do, after that entire expensive day of magic, when they scream out “shut your mouth” in a crowded Macaroni Grill?
Autism doesn’t make my son the best boy in the world. The fact that he’s mine makes him the best boy in the world.
When it comes to meetings like this, it’s about helping my child. I’m here for him.
Stress over the uncertainty that I would have to encounter was actually the most stressful and uncertain times of all.
The scariest part was never about what he would or wouldn’t do.
One day, maybe he’ll be able to tell me, “Yo. Put me down.”
Forever. No thought. Not even a question. All real parents would say the same.
My non-verbal son’s skill set stretches far beyond what any one person sees. It’s my job, as his advocate, to accept that.
“Hop up on the scale for me buddy.” That’s when the gates of hell open.