He’s not being rude. He’s being him. If you’re patient, though, he’s fantastic.
I may have helped, but his successes were about him doing it, not me teaching him.
I don’t even know how we escaped. I’m surprised we’re not still playing that game today.
In this context, I barely even know what “noob” means.
There’s something so unique and inspiring about it, that it’s hard to put into words.
How can I raise a child with Autism? I just do. And it’s great.
It’s why my stomach gets knots. It’s why I come running.
I would be very confused by love of all of this, if only it wasn’t for one thing.
I refuse to leave him sitting in the living room.
Just because I don’t know why he reacts a certain way to something, that doesn’t mean I can’t support him during it.