There are certain pieces of advice that make us roll our eyes. The old adage about the best things in life being free can be put into that category.
The hardest thing about my non-verbal son’s first day of school was sending him alone on that bus.
I want her to believe that she’s the best artist on Earth. Why? Because she is.
The days of, “there are no socks up here” quickly become “I’m going to a study group with friends” as they hit the teenage years.
I know there are things that he doesn’t get about my world. There are things about his world that I don’t get. The things we do both understand, though, are special.
They are stream of consciousness words. Most times, I don’t even know what they are going to be until I say them.
We’re all artists who can’t enjoy our own work because we see the errors that no one else does.
Everyone is on the same page in that we’re all aware that autism exists. It doesn’t mean that people accept it.
Ugh! Why would you make him kiss me like that!?
I’m not saying that I dress them up in little outfits and take them for walks; but if you’re the type of person who does that, I’m saying I can understand.