“My door broke. When’s lunch?”
“My door broke. When’s lunch?”
He’s always showing me that he is processing things in his own way.
I don’t impose. I don’t assume. I ask if I don’t know.
From a rebel without a cause to the father on a Nick Jr. sitcom…
This issue springs up every few years.
People grow. He’s a person. He grows.
It’s my job to give him every opportunity I would want myself.
Life is about finding your home team.
Verbal or non, autism or not, kids are kids.
I don’t hide my scars. I wear them proudly.
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