Tag: autism

Her Brother, Not Her Burden

My daughter, as the child without special needs, shouldn’t feel she has take care of him like it was her job.

Everything I do now is so that one day, he can do it on his own.

I remember being excited about my new Freazy Freakies. What type of frozen tundra did I live in?

We have a lot less of these interactions as time goes on, but they still happen.

I’ve never had a relationship as special as the unique ones I have with each of them.

Being Dad is the greatest, scariest, happiest, lifetime of dread I could have ever signed up for.

I’m not letting him sludge his way through life. My boy looks good. I make sure of it.

The purée literally jumped four feet in the air and came splashing down on his head.

The best way I can describe days like this is that my hair hurts.

Frustrated and pleading, “Come on. You like Jeff Wiggle. Right? It’s a Jeff doll. Yay?” Nada.