Everything I do now is so that one day, he can do it on his own.
We have a lot less of these interactions as time goes on, but they still happen.
I’m not letting him sludge his way through life. My boy looks good. I make sure of it.
Frustrated and pleading, “Come on. You like Jeff Wiggle. Right? It’s a Jeff doll. Yay?” Nada.
All I want to do is spoil him, but I have to do what’s best for him.
I’m writing our life as a thriller in my brain, but it’s really more of a Disney Plus series.
Take a moment, think about your words, and then say what’s in your head. Or, even better, don’t.
We spent 20 minutes engrossed in this book he had ignored for years.
It’s adorable but also causes you to make a wincing face while eeking out a pained, “Thank you.”
It’s what autism advocacy truly is. It is what makes me his voice when he can’t express himself.