When his face lights up, it lifts my spirits in ways I never thought possible.
Sensory issues or stimulation have nothing to do with it. This was my kid wanting what he wanted and whining until he got it.
It was one of the most heart-wrenching-in-a-good-way moments I have ever had in my life.
I never had Father’s Days like the ones I’ve made since becoming a father myself.
My son may have never said a word to me, but we have spoken in so many more ways than that.
She is equal to her brother and, in my eyes, just as important.
Those who treat him like he’s capable of anything will get the best him he can be.
For some, my son’s Autism brings up feelings about themselves, not about him.
It doesn’t matter how thirsty I am or how recently I got it. My water is his water.
What alternate universe is Sesame Street on that monsters never age or retain knowledge, yet humans do both?