This wasn’t home and no other parents were doing it. That’s what makes it “embarrassing.”
I guess the house ate them.
Stress over the uncertainty that I would have to encounter was actually the most stressful and uncertain times of all.
He wasn’t doing it for us. He was doing it for himself.
Time has made many interactions I once would have thought impossible possible
It’s part of parenting and doesn’t stop because my child has Autism.
I pulled all the walls down and spoke to them as plainly as possible. I wasn’t hiding anything about who he is.
Every family has their own language. It’s made up of words or phrases that no one else would understand. Every person contributes. Every person speaks it.