It’s like living in an Adam Sandler movie.
Kids aren’t all or nothing. Neither is Autism.
It felt like Autism took away so much more than my son’s ability to do certain things. It felt like it would take away my peace, calm, and security as well.
As his Dad, it makes keeping him out of harm’s way, the hardest job I have, even harder.
My son is not a worst-case-scenario. He’s the realest human being I’ve ever met.
The entire process seems to go from selfless to self-serving with the click of an iPhone video.
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.