He may be non-verbal, but that doesn’t mean he’s non-social.
No questions, when asked to by those looking to understand, are ever offensive.
With a non-verbal boy with autism, it’s not as simple as good, bad, happy, or mad. There’s a lot to process.
Loving him “because he’s mine” is just one part of the much bigger equation and dismissive of a bigger point.
If this was really Medieval Times, the dragon would have been afraid to come near us.
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.
Her bewildered face appeared smaller and smaller in my rear-view. This was not a teachable moment.
I guess I should probably mention that my baby is ten years old.
In those moments where it is just him and me, I’m more honest with myself than at any other points of my day.